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Three makes the dream

Chris Evans x reader x Henry Cavill

Not my gifs, credits to the makers!

Part 1🔥💜🦋

Summary: When Chris talked to Henry about your little fantasy but ignored the both of them with an attitude since you were working, has a lot of consequents

Warnings: curse words, in the beginning Chris bullies you a little, humiliating, sensations of dread, a lot of intimidation, feelings of embarrassment, manhandling, darkchris, dark Henry, mocking, chocking, crying, powerplay, size kink, overpowering you, being under control, a lot of praising, love bombing?, magic wand, overstimulation, throat fucking, throat bulge, jerking himself off in your throat, multiple creampies, breeding kink,, daddy kink, pet names, feeling very little and submissive, dom/sub dynamic, threesome, No condom use ( Zon’t zo it) , bit of spit and probably more things, mentions of collapsing. Crying during sex from too much pain and pleasure.

Words: 6K

A/n it's finally here and i'm not even sorry about this. Have fun and please do read the warnings!

MDNI

Three makes the dream

You were currently working at a festival as a photographer. You also did the designs for the festival and that was kind of how you became their photographer in the first place. There were a lot of famous people attending the festival and a lot of famous musicians would walk up the stage. The VIP section for most actors was above the stage where Chris, your boyfriend was talking to the one and only Henry Cavill as you stood opposite and underneath the VIP section, making photo’s.

You and Chris talked about what had happened that night and your little fantasy of getting fucked by Chris AND Henry. What you didn’t know was that Chris already talked to Henry about it and they currently were whispering their ideas to each other as they were looking at you.

You already noticed and felt like you could die on the spot from embarrassment. Your cheeks heated up as you noticed the dangerous looks of Chris and Henry, given to you. At this point you were just trying to do your job and hoped that they wouldn’t be a further distraction to you.

The end was almost in view as the last band stepped on the podium, the Arctic Monkeys, who you were a fan of. You luckily bumped into Alex Turner earlier and quickly took a picture with the famous singer.

Chris spotted everywhere you stood, keeping an eye out for you. As the band played some songs and you photographed further, you also noticed the smirks on the boys. You felt completely flustered and their looks had you locked in a choke hold. You were so flustered that you lost your talent for photographing and to be honest, it pissed you a little off. It was fun and all but not when you were working and you made sure to tell Chris later.

Their glances burned on your skin as you got more and more irritated. You looked up at Chris, visibly noticeable that you were not happy with it at the moment, glancing irritated at him. He raised his eyebrow in surprise and disagreement, just like Henry, both not liking your attitude right now but you couldn’t care less. You were working for god sakes.

That was the last time you took a look at Chris that night and he knew damn well that you were irritated as they tried to get your attention. But you wouldn’t budge and went to do your work, ignoring them completely. At least visibly because the looks were burned in your mind, sending shivers down your spine and a tingling feeling downwards.

You put all your attention into your work right now and the boss wanted to have a talk with you later but on a positive note, maybe giving you more work opportunities. The band walked off of stage and you agreed earlier with Chris to wait for him but you slipped away backstage quickly, still a little irritated. He knew that you didn’t like distractions on the work floor and definitely not this distraction. Well maybe you did but not underneath work goddamn it!

Chris and Henry walked backstage as well when you were talking with Alex Turner and the boss, making a bit of small talk until your boss would talk to you. Chris stood by your side and squeezed hardly in your ass, making sure that nobody could see it but it pissed you off more at this point and moved away from him as he raised his eyebrow again, letting you know that he didn’t like your attitude right now but then again, you couldn’t care less at this point.

You had a quick talk with the boss of the festival and others from different festival came up to you and offered you to work for every festival, which you definitely did not refuse! This was your dream and took it with both hands, making you happy again. Chris smiled, knowing that this was your dream and you did it all on your own.

You all were all chatting a bit with all the bosses when Chris walked up to you again with Henry this time. You’ve never met Henry in person so you felt intimidated and embarrassed by the thought of what you told Chris and that Henry might know your sinful thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart, I want you to meet someone.” Chris told you with a smirk, telling you everything that you needed to know. But again, you didn’t want to look unprofessional in front of your bosses. You politely gave Henry a hand and he smiled at you, looking directly and deep in your eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up and felt small. Henry was even bigger in real life than on tv. You knew that he knew. His smirk said enough but you ignored it, or at least tried it and acted unbothered, surprising Chris and Henry who both got even more fed up with your attitude even though they could understand.

If this wasn’t your job, you could easily become an actress because you were giving production values at this point with acting unbothered and uninterested even though you were dripping wet and thoughts were swirling through your mind.

When it was time to end it and go back to the hotel, you said your goodbyes to Henry who looked dangerously at you and very lustful, making you slip in complete submission and he could see it in your eyes even though you tried to act like nothing was going on. Well to the outside but to Chris and Henry it got very obvious at this point as you were unable to hide it.

You got into the van as the driver drove you to the hotel, not knowing that Henry was following you since he stayed in the same hotel. It was a bit of a awkward ride to the hotel. You knew Chris wasn’t happy and the other way around. “Chris, you couldn’t do that. I was working. You know how I feel about that babe.” you tried to reason with him in a mature way. “I know. But there was no need for the attitude.” He told you coldly as his hand rested on your thigh and his grip got stronger, telling you that you were in it for tonight, if only you know how much exactly.

“I would’ve been fine with it every other night but you knew how much this assignment means to me. And you really decided to go at it at that point. You had no right for that.” You told him normally, trying to have a normal conversation and setting boundaries. His grip got even tighter, giving you a lump in your throat as he ignored you like you did to him earlier that night.

You knew he was mad but you wanted to keep your ground and let him know that you wouldn’t accept this kind of behavior and definitely didn’t appreciate it. “You were doing just fine, didn’t you?” his voice turned dark and felt yourself grow even smaller. “That’s not the point Christopher and you know it. Just please don’t do it again when I’m working.” You looked at him and you saw he was clenching his jaw at your use of his full name. His nails digging into your leg at this point. His pupils completely blown at this point.

You arrived at the hotel and there was paparazzi standing ready. Chris took your hand in his and held you tightly in his grip, giving you a dreadful feeling of what was to come. You stepped into the elevator and it was just the two of you know. Your heart was in your throat as the tension was extremely high at this point, making you a bit scared of what was to come. When the doors of the elevator closed, he waited a few seconds before cornering you. His body pressed against yours while his hand squeezed your cheeks roughly. “Don’t you ever give me that attitude ever again. You. Ungrateful. Bitch.!” He spit out the last sentence.

He never cursed you out and it gave you a dreadful yet excited feeling, making you confused. He let go roughly of your face and got you out of the corner, leaving you in shock. It felt like there was concrete in your shoes when the doors opened towards your hotel room. You could tell by Chris’s walk that there was more to come. You were scared to get into that room but yet excitement made your pussy drip.

Chris opened the door for you to walk in first. You hesitantly walked in and stood in the middle of the room, making you feel extremely intimidated, small and scared. The door closed with a bang, making you jump. You looked scared at Chris as you never saw him with this dark look over his eyes.

You swallowed a little. “Chris…. You’re scaring me…” He chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me this doesn’t make you feel excited.” He strutted towards you while you backed away. He looked at you as prey. When your back met the wall, you held your hand a little in front of you for defense. His body met yours as you almost touched noses with him. “You really want to stand here, and tell me, that your pussy isn’t dripping wet? Mhm? That this doesn’t excite you a bit? The thoughts of getting absolutely ruined by me?” Your eyes went big. You almost thought that you were talking to Ransom and not Chris, your loving, caring boyfriend. “I…” you couldn’t finish your sentence as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer to his face so he could whisper in your ear..

“You disappointed me today. Never did I think you could be this bratty. When I almost made your fantasy come true and get ruined by two cocks. But no…. You are an ungrateful bitch. I don’t condone this bratty behavior and you should’ve known better than that.” Goosebumps covered your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this easily. You were frightened yet excited. His hand squeezed your throat a little “What do you have to say about that?” he asked you huskily. “I’m sorry.” Your raspy voice came out soft from the tightening around your throat. “You wanna know what I think?” He mocked you, with a dark grin. Your eyes went big “I think that you need to learn some manners.” He told you and pushed you on the bed.

“From now on, you better listen to my commands otherwise it’s going to be a long painful night for you.” he told you darkly as he ripped your blouse apart, making you jump at the sudden movement. He pulled your pants roughly off. “You looked so good tonight, too bad your bratty and ungrateful behavior had to ruin everything.” He ripped your lingerie off of you and put your underwear in your mouth as you took it submissively in. He got a little towel and wrapped it roughly around your eyes, making it unable to see and you felt that he was tying you to the bed with something. It felt sharp around your wrist but you decided not to say anything.

You heard that Chris was getting undressed, the sound of fabric of the clothes getting off made you so extremely wet to a point, you didn’t even know was possible. All of a sudden you heard nothing but some shuffling and the opening, closing from the door. You tried to hear but it almost felt impossible as the thundering from your heartbeat in your ear was deafening, making you dread every possible moment.

“You know what sweetheart? Today might be your lucky day.” He mockingly said and you felt to the brim of tears but also so excited it was all very confusing. You had your safe word and knew that Chris would immediately stop but you didn’t really want him to. “Look at you…. so beautiful… isn’t she Henry?” he all of a sudden said and you were in complete and utter shock. The feeling of embarrassment getting to you, wanting to get away and cover yourself up but since you were tight up, you had no choice. Only youor legs weren’t tied up and you brought them closer to your body “Mhm…. She sure is…. You got a nice one on your hands Chris. Too bad she’s going to get completely ruined tonight.” You heard the gravel voice of the other man in the room.

You felt your nipples get hard and more goosebumps covering your body. “I think she likes this, what do you think Henry?” You could almost hear the smirk in his voice and you felt a bit humiliated. “Mhm…. I thinks so too. Mind if I have a go?” your breathing got heavier. “Go right ahead. She needs to learn her lesson.” Chris told Henry casual and you felt the lump in your throat as your tears slipped into the towel.

“Look at that…. She is glistening. She is so wet, so pretty.” Henry told Chris darkly. You felt the bed dip a little besides you, your heart racing faster. All of a sudden you felt feathery kisses on your neck, making you gasp. You could tell it was Henry. You knew every part of Chris too well. A slapping sound was heard followed by a loud sting on your thigh and you whimpered at the feeling, more tears slipping out. “You’re getting completely and utterly ruined tonight” you heard Henry whisper in your ear and warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Henry found the sweet spot in your neck within seconds, his rough warm hand palming your breast and squeezed your hard nipple.

Not long after you felt a lick over your slit, making you mewl at the multiple sensations and hands on you. Chris had his hands wrapped around your legs tightly while Henry placed a soft kiss on your lips with your lingerie in your mouth, your cheeks squeezed again. After he took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking on it while Chris was busy eating you out roughly. You tried to whimper and moan, bucking your hips up.

The feeling of Henry’s and Chris’s hands on you made you extremely horny. “Mhm, You should taste her… she’s amazing.” Chris commented and you felt Henry move away, his lips disconnecting your nipple, leaving you wanting more. Henry teased you by moving his fingertips slowly and softly over your legs towards where you were throbbing. The bed dipped down besides your head and you felt Chris softly going over your hair in a comforting manner.

Henry held your legs even tighter than Chris did, his muscles flexing around you while he made a long stroke with his tongue over your slit, goosebumps covering you again in reaction. His tongue made circles around your clit, giving you an unbelievable feeling of pleasure and excitement washing over you. You wanted to move your legs but Henry tightened his grip around you, one of his hands resting on your underbelly, pressing down gently. Bucking your hips was useless right now of the stronghold he had you in, completely in his control.

You heard Henry hum in approval when all of a sudden you felt his finger going over your slit, sending electricity over your body. He put his finger in your pussy and started pumping in and out, making you whimper through the lingerie. You could hear Chris shushing you above you, still stroking your head while his other hand went to your nipple, playing with it. You felt yourself turn into a mess underneath their touches. As Henry kept circling your clit and pumping in and out, you felt the euphoric feeling growing closer. Chris noticed your body language and Henry knew that you were close too. “Cum for us baby. Cum for your daddies.” Henry husked out, making you even closer than before. Chris squeezed into your cheeks again and that was the point you couldn’t hold it any longer and came on Henry’s fingers and mouth.

You could hear him growl and groan and it was next to Chris, the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “There you go baby. Let go before you get ruined.” Chris told you lovingly in a soft way. You wanted to moan but everything came out muffled. “She is indeed very delicious.” Henry said as he backed away from you. “Get that lingerie out of her mouth. I want to put my cock in that pretty mouth of her.” Henry directed as Chris got the lingerie out of your mouth.

You tried to swallow but your mouth was dry and you were at lost for words. You heard the zipper of Henry’s pants, getting you instantly wet again as you got your legs up again. You felt Chris standing up from the bed and heard him walk towards your pussy. Henry gave you a stroke over your head before his hand grabbed your chin and made you face his way. He pressed his lips against yours, hungrily kissing you as his tongue slipped in, making you moan in the kiss.

You felt Chris eating you out again, as you gasped but Henry held you chin tightly, holding you into place. His whole tongue went in and out of your pussy and your legs already began to shake. Henry got out of the kiss and pushed the tip of his cock into your mouth. He pushed more forward and you instantly noticed how huge his cock was. “Mhm… You like his cock princess? I can feel you clench around me.” Chris remarked as Henry chuckled deeply. You gagged a little “aww sweet baby… try harder. IT’s not even in halfway.” Henry told you and you got a little scared as you knew that it was true.

Henry grabbed the back of your head and pushed it forward, making you gag even more as he growled dangerously above you. “That’s it baby. Take daddy’s cock princess.” He told you while Chris got you closer to the edge. “You’re gonna cum baby? You need to tell me when you’re gonna cum honey…” Henry and Chris chuckled together, knowing you couldn’t talk with Henry’s cock in your mouth. You hummed multiple times, making Henry groan even louder. “I think she’s about to mate.” Henry warned Chris which motivated him to go even faster with his tongue and you were in no time, in an exploding orgasm.

Henry got out of your mouth and grabbed your cheeks, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “Good girl.” He told you before moving away just like Chris. Your skin felt on fire waiting for what would happen next. Chris moved your way and pressed the tip of his cock against your lips, making you opening your mouth. “Let’s see what else you can do pretty princess.” Henry told you lovingly as well now, making you feel smaller. He entered you with two fingers and started moving, making you moan loudly and Chris took that opportunity to push his cock in deeper. Your pussy was making wet sounds and there was that familiar feeling washing over you. You wanted to cum so badly. Henry pushed his third finger in you and moved even harder and with every gasp or moan, Chris pushed his cock even further in, making you gag.

“Come on baby, I know you want to. Cum for me, cum for daddy sweetheart.” Henry said and you felt the tears gathering in the towel, making you cry out of pleasure as you came hard. Henry started laughing a little “That’s it princess. Good job. Such a good girl.” Henry told you happily. “You want to stretch her out? She’s very tight.” Chris warned Henry. “With love.” Henry remarked back. You felt the tip of his cock going over your clit and slit before he slowly entered you and you gasped out. “Ohhh you were right, she is very tight indeed.

Chris got his cock out of your mouth and got the towel from your eyes. Henry kept pushing in slowly with low grunts as you kept moaning. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to adjust to the lights. When your vision became more clear you saw Henry above you with a grin and Chris next to you.

“Just for tonight he’ll be your daddy too, princess.” Chris whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his big hand wrapped around your throat and the other cupped your breast, playing with your nipple. You plopped your head back on the pillow from the amount of pleasure and pain while Henry’s big cock stretched you out. You wanted to touch Chris and Henry but got pulled back by the restraints.

Chris chuckled deeply. “You want to touch your daddies princess?” he cooed you. You nodded but Chris shook his head. His upper body laid half over you and you could see Henry above you. “Use your words pretty girl.” His knuckles softly brushed over your cheek, his finger slowly moving over your pillow lips and he seemed in a trance. “Open your mouth baby.” he told you, completely fixated on your lips. You did as he told you and he put his finger slowly into your mouth, pressing softly down on your tongue before he put another finger in your mouth. Henry and Chris looked at you mesmerized. So much even that Henry stopped and watched as you gently sucked on Chris’s finger, twirling it with your tongue.

Chris groaned a little at the sensitive feeling that you were able to give his fingertips. “Oh baby, I love you so much.” Chris told you completely mesmerized. He got his fingers out of your mouth and looked lovingly into your eyes before kissing you passionately. When you felt Chris’s tongue slip in, Henry slowly started moving again, making you moan. Chris went from your mouth to your neck, softly sucking your sensitive spot. “Please daddy, I want to feel you.” you whimpered out as Henry sped his movement up. Chris looked up at you and untied you.

Your arms were immediately wrapped around Chris while you tucked your fingers in his hair. His hands cupped your breast as he started kissing you again. Henry started pounding you out and you moaned out loudly. Chris softly rubbed your cheek with his thumb for comfort. “You’re doing so well princess. Taking his cock. I’m so proud of you.” he praised you, making you even wetter. Henry’s finger connected to your clit and you arched your back for the euphoric feeling.

Chris still laid half on top of you on his side. “You close baby girl?” you nodded to Chris and he attached his mouth to your nipple for more sensation and you screamed out “I’m gonna cum.” You warned them and Henry sped his movement up, completely ruining you while you clenched around him. He grunted above you loudly. “I’m not going to last long, I’m gonna cum too.” Henry warned. “Cum for me, please daddy.” You begged, making Chris smile proudly. “Fill her up” Chris told Henry while he kept looking at you with a seductive look. You felt his warm cum shooting into you and Henry collapsed on you while moaning loudly and out of breath but still moved slowly in and out of you, his cock covered with your cum and his own.

“Get out of her. It’s my turn.” Chris told Henry but looked at you darkly again and you knew this was far from done. Henry got out of your and changed positions with Chris. Henry stood next to you. “Lick the cum off of my cock princess.” His big hand was on the back of your head and led you to his cock that was covered in cum. Now you could see how big and thick Henry’s cock really was.

Chris pushed into you without warning and immediately picked up pace. “Take it baby. Take my cock and put his in your mouth.” He commanded. You wrapped your small hand around his cock and licked his shaft before teasing the tip. You tried to take him all in again but you weren’t able.

Chris got out of you and placed you horizontal on the bed, with your head off the bed and walked away to get something. “You can fuck her pretty mouth now.” he told Henry and Henry smiled lovingly at you, sending butterflies in your stomach. “I got something for you baby girl, even though you don’t deserve it, I need to feel you clench around my cock.” He told you and you looked up to see a magic wand. “Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight hmh?” he told you belittling.

Chris got into you again, his cock covered with Henry’s cum and yours and god it was hot to see. He pushed the magic wand on and put it on your clit. Your legs immediately started to shake and you moaned loudly. “Put daddy’s cock in your mouth princess.” Henry told you sweetly and you got his cock into your hand, leading it to your mouth. Henry let his head fall backward from pleasure. Your eyes immediately filled up with tears. Henry pushed more into your mouth while you gagged around him.

Henry leaned over you and got the magic wand from Chris and held it against your clit while his other hand squeezed your nipple. You wanted to say that you were cumming but you could only murmur around Henry’s cock. “Your gonna cum aren’t you baby? I can feel you.

Henry got his hand away from your nipple and wrapped it around your throat, jerking himself off as there was a visible throat bulge. Henry grunted above you and he got hard in no time in your throat, making you gag. Every time you gagged, he got a little bit out of you and let you take a breath. Your legs started to shake and Chris held them tightly as you came hard onto his cock, making him groan and moan, trying to fuck you through your orgasm.

“There you go baby, there you go.” Chris panted out. Henry got out of your throat and Chris stopped moving, letting you shake around him before getting out of you. Henry got you up from the bed and you were finally face to face with him as Chris laid down on his back, slowly stroking his cock as he watched the interaction between you and Henry.

He smirked smugly at you and started kissing you deeply while your hands wandered over his broad chest. His hand went over your body while the other was on your cheek. His hand went over your sensitive clit and he pushed a finger in, making you moan out. In no time he put the second finger in and pumped in and out of you. His other hand grabbed you by your throat so he held you up, since you were close to collapsing. “You got another one in you, I know you do. You do, don’t you princess.” He cooed as the tears fell over your cheek and Henry kissed them away.

“Come on sweetheart.” His fingers and hand started to move more and violently. Your pussy made that wet sound again as you clenched around his fingers, making you squirt and kept going, ruining you completely and felt like you had no energy left inside of you. “You’re such a good baby.” Henry praised you and let you fall on the bed. “Look at the mess you made. Such a good girl.”

You were panting and flustered, your whole body felt on fire, everything was so extremely sensitive and you knew they weren’t done with you yet. “Climb on his cock princess.” Henry told you. You tried to get up, looking desperately at Chris with tears still flowing over your cheeks. He gave you a loving and almost sympathetic smile as he wiped them away. “Do as you are told and get on my cock.” He told you.

You tried to get up but collapsed. Henry wrapped his hands around your stomach and pulled you easily up on all fours. He smacked your ass, making you whine loudly. “Hurry up.” he told you, making Chris grin. You slowly climbed on Chris cock and put him slowly in, but everything was overstimulated and you clenched around him, falling on his chest drained.

Chris put his hips up and started fucking you, your tears falling on his chest while he started pounding you out again. Henry spit on your ass and rubbed it over your other entrance with his fingers, slowly putting one finger in. You moaned very loud from the pain and Chris covered your mouth as he pounded you out merciless. Your face buried in the crook of his neck and he pushed you down so your mouth was covered by his neck. You whimpered but you were so drained, you couldn’t even move away.

Chris found your g-spot and started pounding it, making you squirt again. His legs were covered with your juice and so was Henry’s chest. “Awww there you go, our pretty dumb baby.” you were unable to talk at this point. “Were going to fill you up baby.” Chris whispered in your ear, making your pussy clench around him. “Ohhhh she likes that idea Henry. I can feel her squeeze around me. I think it’s time.” He told Henry and you felt the your stomach drop from nervousness. “Let’s put two cocks in her.” Chris said and the dreaded feeling came back but your body gave you away with squeezing around his cock again, making Chris laugh mockingly.

“Yeah she likes that idea. Go ahead.” He told Henry. Luckily for you, Henry took a pity on you and started with adding another finger, pumping in and out of you. Once you were just a little stretched out, he decided it was time. His cock teased your other entrance and Chris stopped all his movement so Henry could join. He slowly pushed forward, making you cry out loud. “Aww baby, the pain is over in no time.” Chris told you, giving you a little comfort, petting your hair and wiping away the tears. “You remember the safe word right baby? You use it when it’s too much.” Chris told you, breaking character. You nodded with tears over your cheeks. “Repeat the safe word to me baby.” Henry stopped moving.

“Strawberry.” Chris nodded and softly rubbed your cheek and nodded with a look of love and care in his eyes. “Do you want to continue?” He genuinely asked you with worry laced his voice. You nodded and Chris looked over your shoulder to Henry and nodded. Henry slowly moved in and out of you, not even halfway in but tried to loosen you up as he groaned above you. Chris started moving as well, making you moan out loud, feeling completely stuffed.

“I’m gonna cum again daddy” you moaned out, never stopped crying. “ Ohh again baby? You can’t stop cumming can you? Do your daddies make you feel this good?” you nodded, moaning out and clenched on both cocks. Henry and Chris moaned out loudly. Henry got the magic wand again and passed it on to Chris.

Chris let it rest next to him for a minute. When you collapsed on Chris’s chest again, Henry sped up his movement and fucked you fast, Chris joining him. Henry got you up from Chris’s chest and held you against his own, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other on your breast keeping you up. Chris’s hands were on your hips, holding you up as well while he pounded you out just like Henry.

You moaned so loud, you don’t think you’ve ever been this vocal. Henry placed feathery kisses on the side of your head. Your ears were buzzing and you saw dots in front of you while both cock were glazed with your cum, moving in and out of you.

Chris got the magic wand again and put it directly onto your clit. The boys had to help you up because you would’ve collapsed again otherwise. Henry bit your earlobe teasingly and you held their cocks into a death grip.

“I can’t hold it longer sweetheart. Hold it so we cum together.” Henry told you. “I’m gonna cum soon too.” Chris panted out, sweat buds collecting on his forehead and his hair damp from sweat. Henry’s sweaty body was pressed to yours as he held you tightly against him.

“We’re gonna stuff you with our cum and make sure, that you’re unable to walk after.” Henry panted in your ear. You cried out as you couldn’t handle it anymore and came hard again, losing count from how many times you had cum that night. You clenched around them and out of reaction they came too, shooting you full with cum.

They let go of you and you fell on top of Chris. Chris’s cum dripped down on his cock and Henry got out of you, making his cum drip down as well. Everyone was exhausted and out of breath. Chris held you tightly while panting in your ear. You could feel the thundering of his heart against your chest.

He collected himself and cupped your cheeks, looking a little worried at you. He’d never been this rough with you before. “Are you okay baby?” looking intently into your eyes. you nodded. “Exhausted” was the only thing you could say. Chris nodded but the worry never leaving his face. He got out of you, making you cry out again and he felt remorse “I’m so sorry baby.” he told you and placed you next to Henry.

Henry pulled you up, letting you rest on his chest while he softly went with his hand over your hair and kissed your head. “You’re okay baby. We’ll take care of you.” he told you softly, worried as well. Chris came back with a washcloth, knowing you weren’t able to get up right now and cleaned you up as far as he could. Henry comforted you and both the boys saw that they needed to be extremely soft with you as you sniffled. They exchanged looks with each other from worry. “Are you really okay sweetheart?” Henry asked you feeling extremely guilty. Chris laid next to you, holding you as well. “No I’m okay. Just really drained. But I liked it.” you told them when you were able to, the last part a little embarrassed.

“In that case, I’m open to doing it again, only a bit softer.” Chris told you chuckling and you smiled tiredly. “Me too, I really liked it.” Henry told you. “I’d like that.” You told them and closed your eyes. “Get some sleep baby. You deserve it. We’ll take care of you now.” Chris told you, placing a piece of hair behind your ear and softly planting a kiss on your shoulder. He let Henry hold you for now, knowing you couldn’t even move at this point. “We’ll be here when you wake up.” Henry kissed your forehead and you softly dozed off in a much needed sleep.

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In Living Color

Chapter 25

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July 25th, 2022

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”

Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.

Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.

“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.

“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”

Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.

“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”

“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”

“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”

He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.

“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”

“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”

Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”

“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.

Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”

Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.

“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”

“Why’s that?”

A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”

He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”

“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.

Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”

“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.

“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.

Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”

“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”

The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”

Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.

He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.

Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.

When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.

“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.

She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.

Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”

She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.

“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”

“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”

Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”

“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.

But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.

“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”

“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.

“Are you sure, Nat?”

Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”

“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.

Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.

Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.

She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.

But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.

And then Chris came into her life.

So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.

Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.

So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.

So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.

But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.

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Spirit of Christmas Past

Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: You are greeted by the Spirit of Christmas and he decides to confront your past and punish your stubborn behaviour.

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Dead Parents Description, Verbal Abuse, P in V sex, Rough Sex, Choking, Fingering, Humiliation, Heart Break, Ghosts, Swearing, Alcoholic Use, Classism.

Word Count: 9k

A/N: Please to all readers, understand I don't have a beta editor and I can miss some mistakes because most my typing is on the bus to work when I get the time to write. ALSO this is my attempt at the naughty or nice challenge using: 18. “If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.” @the-slumberparty an event challenge created by @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

12:59am 25th December 2023, New York City.

Among the nothingness of sleep, you could hear in the distance the sound of little bells jingling. You groaned, cracking your eyes open slowly. The sound was becoming more persistent and volumed.

It was freezing! The management still hadn’t fixed the heating system. You shivered and dug deeper into the duvet layers of your bed. You reached for your phone to check the time.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” you grumbled before rolling over onto your back. All memory of Marlene’s visit had disappeared from your mind.

You stared up at the plain ceiling. Your eyes grew hazy while your mind dissociated into thought. A single tear rolled from your eye.

God, you hated Christmas so much. You tried ignoring all the years. You tried pushing back the pain. You tried thinking about your jobs and tasks still incomplete. You tried not to think about how lonely you were, how unfulfilled you felt deep down. A mean tug at your chest made you hiss.

The ceilings image morphed into spots and shapes of different kinds...and when you chose to focus your eyes you could see the flecks of shadow clashing with light, wrapping and drawing out the shape of a person walking towards you.

You leant back and felt the mattress still under you. What you were seeing had to be part of some strange dream. You concluded you’d fallen back to sleep.

Gravity didn’t apply in this scenery.

The ceiling opened up, glowing in a soft calming light. The figure kept walking it’s way towards you. The closer he got the more you could acknowledge his face and good looks. He was lean and clean shaven, a depiction of youth. His hair was the colour of dark roasted chestnuts. He wore a white sweater.

‘Woah, what a weird dream...but look at how handsome he is.’

As if he heard your thoughts loud and clear he smiled with sparkling white teeth. Still unsure of reality, you lifted your hand up high to the ceiling. He did the same. He reached out with his palm out.

Your finger tips touched and you gasped at how warm and inviting he felt. Your mind ran filthy. You bit your bottom lip before lurching off the bed to the ceilings opening window into the handsome man’s arms. You swore you knew him. Something about that smile. You couldn’t place it though. Butterflies filled your insides.

His eyes were a blue that matched mountains. His cheeks sharp and strong but that smile was ageless.

You shyly bit the tip of your finger and giggled, “Kiss me.”

He cupped your face and accepted your advance without hesitation. His lips leant forward and met your starved mouth.

He was slow, sweet like vanilla. He pulled away and nibbled at your lips, sucking and licking with you. He was perfect. You were the first to pull away, panting and mewling. Your body rubbed up against his again. One of his arms cupped your back while his other hand cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt his muscles, his hot body. His arms tightly held you, protecting you from the world and claiming you as his.

In your head this all made sense. Deep down you had met before, but where...God where had you met him? It ached not knowing fully.

Pulling away you moaned, “Fuck me. Please.”

You took his ginormous hands and pressed them against your breasts. Only a thin piece of satin separated your skin to his skin. You knew he’d be able to feel your nipples pebbling under his palms.

You kissed and nibbled along his jaw, panting, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” And that was true. You underwear had gone missing after you had played with your toy while imagining a rape play scene. You looked up at him with doe eyes fluttering. Your fingers pinched the hem of your night gown. He smirked, his fingers danced up your thighs, and by your surprise....he forced your hem down.

His eyes burned bright blue, almost glowing as the world around you both faded black. His head shook lightly at you, his wet lips parted, and he whispered into the open air, “Be not afraid Y/N as I shine the light on your past.”

Your head jerked back, your eyes squinted, ‘What the fuck?’

The question filled your mind and escaped through your lips, “Who are you?”

The handsome stranger rubbed his thumbs into your palms and said with heralding tones, “I am he who sees past, present and future tidings upon the grandeur of Christmas day. I am The Spirit of Christmas. But you…may call me Chris.”

“Chris?” You blinked and rebuffed in an fit of laughter. You shook your head, disbelieving and feeling that heat of anger rise.

“The Spirit of Christmas,” you cackled, “I really did have too much to drink to be having weird dreams like this. You kiss me and tell me that you’re some mystic being?”

His lips flicked up, bemused, “You asked for that kiss, I merely obliged such a sweet request.”

Humiliation bloomed in the pit of your belly. You felt hot in the face and grit your teeth.

His thumbs ran over the pulse of your wrists, his eyes were crowned in a false innocence.

Your eyes glowered in seconds, “Go fuck yourself, Chris,” you fumed.

You shoved his hands away and turned around trying to imagine something else, hoping the dream would change or you would wake up. You stumped short and jumped back as your path was blocked by a horrific sight. A naked woman in the darkness, chained and kneeling at your feet. Marlene.

The memories flood back into your mind. Her ethereal form floating your bed with her frozen heart and warning words. Except she was no ghost in this form. She was hauntingly thin like a skeleton, the loos skin of her belly and breasts hung down, her skin was discoloured and sickly, her cheeks hallowed and her hair thin, balding. Her teeth were black, gums rotten, her chest made this awful whistling noise as she struggled to breath. Her finger nails were red and cracked. She was chained to the floor. She looked up at you with sad bloodshot eyes, shaking her head at you.

“Go with him Y/N, he is your last chance…” she shivered as if a cold wind had prickled her flesh. Her head hung low.

His heavy hand laid down bearing weight onto your shoulder. You gasped and looked back at him with fear. His face appeared mournful as he acknowledged Marlenes decrypted state. Those blue eyes you were enchanted by moments ago sent an icy chill down your spine as his attention turned to you.

“Come,” he softly beckoned, “Let this soul pay it’s penance…”

You licked your dry lips and tried to keep your cool without revealing your fear. You nodded, not chancing your voice breaking in an exchange. His palm held back out to you. You glared at him. With defeat and the tiniest tremble in your fingers, you finally tucked your hand into his, feeling his warm fingers wrap around you, you had to admit, it felt nice. He squeezed it softly and walked, guiding you away from the living corpse of Marlene’s soul.

After some time of walking away until Marlenes image disappeared.

The shadows felt literally heavy, weigh you down in what felt like a fight against gravity. You recalled a time you trudged through the snow up to your waist. It felt like this, yet there was only silence.

His hand was still wrapped around yours, tugging you forward mercilessly.

You felt like you could have tripped in the black abyss.

“Sp-spirit?” you finally dared to ask, “Spirit…where are you taking me?”

And then he stopped. You could hear his sigh and felt the air around you grow colder. This sexy dream had quickly turned into a foreboding nightmare. A flame of light flickered in the palm of his other hand, it was like supernatural magic.

He pulled you in closer and his other hand came around and slapped your backside.

You shrieked and tried shoving him back, “Ow! What the hell! That hurt!”

He chortled, “Yes, the past can hurt, especially yours,” his finger scratched under your chin, “But it can also heal if you learn from it.”

The floor beneath your feet disappeared and you both plummeted into the darkness again. You screamed as your belly lifted up into your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the spirit hug you tighter, your fingers desperately squeezed the wool of his sweater.

And then the falling stopped, and your screaming died down into violent pants. He still held you and then placed you softly down onto the ground below your feet.

His smile was gentle, “Here we are.”

05:00pm Christmas Eve, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Finally, you dared to open your eyes. Your hands were still clawed into his thick sweater when you looked around at your surroundings. It was a living room inside a trailer home. Red tinsel had been taped to walls. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner between the space of a couch and a basinet. Poorly drawn pictures of baubles, stars, Santa and elves had been scattered over the floor.

‘Ugh.’ Christmas decorations…but no, hold on…you knew this place.

And a soft hum of Jingle Bells filled your ears. You gasped. You knew who it belonged to in an instant. You let go of the Spirit and looked behind you.

A woman in the kitchen was opening a packet of biscuits, placing each one on a plastic plate. She was younger than you while sharing a likeness in appearance. The home smelt like gingerbread while she began to pour a cup of milk. She placed the cup on the small coffee table, sighing as she ran her palm over the swell of her protruding belly under her dress.

“M-mom?” you said shakily, “Mom is that…oh god mom! I missed you so much.”

You raced forward with your arms spread wide, seeking to hug her. As you closed your arms around her, you stumbled and fell hard to the floor onto your knees.

“Fuck!” you hissed and heard the mocking snicker come from the Spirit.

You twisted your body and sat back on your hands. You looked up and back at your mother, confused and dazed. Her feet were not on top of you, standing on you, but rather, she was standing inside and walking through you. You jumped in fright and crawled backwards, watching how she walked through you transparently.

“M-mom?” you whimpered, scared and confused. When she didn’t answer your voice filled with panic, “Mom!”

The Spirit, holding his hands behind his back chuckled, looking between you both.

You shouted, “What the hell is wrong with her!?”

His laughter pulled back and he hummed with a smile, “There’s nothing wrong, she can’t see you or hear you. These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness of us.”

She totally ignored you as she lowered herself onto the couch.

The Spirit held his hand out to you to help you up from the floor. You slapped it away and used the wall for stability. He didn’t appear offended or surprised by your viperous habits. You shoved past him and fell to your knees in front of her.

“Mom?” you said a little more gently.

You reached out to touch her shoulder. Your fingers went straight through her. Your eyes watered. She looked up from her belly and her lips spread into her perfect smile. Her eyes glittered, “Honey, can you please grab the cookies for Santa?”

Your face lit up and you nodded desperately, scooting back off your knees to fetch the cookies from the small kitchenette, but before you could step forward, you heard the tiny squeak of a child, “Okay, mommy!”

And from the corner of your eye you saw her... next to the tree was a little girl in a plaid dress and pig tails with plaid scrunchies, laying on her belly, kicking her feet back in forth with a crayon in her little chubby hand scribbling a poor drawing of a reindeer. It looked more like a cow with antlers.

“Is that…”

The little girl crawled to her feet and skipped to the kitchen, she looked so small compared to the plate she carried back to the living room and placed it onto the coffee table proudly put the beside the milk.

You stood up and took a small step back. You bumped into the Spirits chest, “Is that me?”

He laid his hand on your lower back. He watched you watching your much younger self.

He hummed, “Yes, you were seven years old here I believe.”

‘Yes, just before Caroline was born.”

Your mom leant forward and grabbed the little girl by the waist, tugging her back and peppered kisses all over her small giggling face while her fingers tickled her sides until she begged her to stop.

“Love you my little troublemaker,” she whispered against the tiny cheek.

“I love you too mommy,” you and your younger self said in sync. This, the Spirit noted with a calm expression. He walked around the room. The smaller girl version of yourself ran through him as he perched himself on the arm of couch and cocked his head at the drawings scattered along the floor.

“You had talent, you know?” he mused.

A slam of the front door made you jump. Your father with a big welcoming grin came home shortly after. The little girl cheered excitedly, running off to show him the drawing she drew for him. He picked her up and threw her in the air before catching her again despite the disapproving look your mother gave him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” the little girl said giving him the picture, “Merry Christmas!”

He laughed with pure mirth and delight, his eyes squinted at the image, and he nodded.

You smirked; he had no fucking clue what the kid version of you had drawn.

“It’s beautiful babygirl, it’s ah…ah…”

He glanced over at your mother who mouthed the word back, “Reindeer.”

His eyes widened and his voice lilted, “A reindeer! Just for me!? Thankyou sweetheart,” he kissed her cheek, “I can’t wait to show all my friends this at work.”

He placed her safely down on the floor and walked over to your mother before sitting on the couch beside her. He put the picture on the coffee table and leant in to kiss his wife. Child you turned away and stuck out her tongue, in total disgust because ‘boys kissing girls was gross!’

“And how’s mommy been?” your father purred, laying a hand on her belly, his thumb lazily rubbed back and forth.

“Tired,” she groaned, “Little peanut is coming any day now. I can feel her kicking my rib cage, I think she’s planning her escape and wants to rocket out,” she breathed hard, her hand softly laced into her, holding it over the spot where your baby sister was kicking her feet.

You chewed your bottom lip and glanced at the Christmas Spirit who was grinning at the little girl in her pig tails and plaid.

You felt strange. And the strangeness was uncomfortable. Nausea filled your tummy.

“If this is a memory of just the past, “ you started wobbly, “Does that mean...everything is the same as it once was?”

“Yes, that’s right,” acknowledged the Spirit.

You smirked, “Good.” You twisted around on your heel and marched down the hallway that connected to your tiny bedroom.

A small surprised noise escaped you at seeing how pink and purple everything was coloured. On the walls was a my little pony poster. On your floral bed covers was your favourite Bratz doll. You sat down on the tiny bed and sighed before burying your face into your hands.

You tried sneezing. You tried slapping your face. You even got up and started doing jumping jacks. You would do anything to try and wake yourself up! A tiny knock broke your concentration, and you gasped coming face to face with the Spirit of Christmas. He was leaning against the doorway, holding back his laughter.

You sneered at him and sat back on the bed, panting softly. You tried remembering his name; calling him Spirit felt tedious.

“Chris was it?” you spat mockingly, “Is that because your name's Christmas?”

He dug his hands into his pockets, his smile unfaltered, “Nah, I just liked the name, it fits. My real name you wouldn’t be able to say because it hasn’t been said by the tongue of man.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yea okay whatever,” you dismissed sourly, “So, what the fuck is this? Huh? Is this some kind of sick game, are you trying to hurt me?”

Your throat grew tight. You couldn’t believe what was happening and why of all people this was happening to you. What did he even want? Was this just some insane plot to blackmail you?

“Well, guess what,” your chin jerked out at him, “I’m not scared, I’m not hurt. In fact I’m thrilled!” you showed off your laughter, forced from your lungs.

His smile softened, “Ah, but why is your lips trembling? And...what’s that I see?”

He took a large step forward and stood above you. You laid back, flinching at his hand reaching down to you face. Your heart thudded loudly.

His finger was hot on your cheek, it rolled up and brushed your skin. He pulled back the finger, rolling it into his knuckle and moved it between your eyes to show you something

On his finger was a drop of moisture.

“A tear?” he whispered, “What ever for?”

Your face felt hot and you blinked away the others that escaped your lashes, you sucked in a deep breath and rubbed your nose.

You let out a fake nervous laugh, “Please, you think I’m crying? Have you not seen how dusty this house his? I’m just having allergies.”

Little did you know, the Spirit could see beyond your lies.

He sat down beside you on your bed and placed his large hand on your knees.

You felt vulnerable. You didn’t want him here, you didn’t want to be here. And what was worse was his silence. He did not speak for a long while. The only noises were the sounds of the little girl and her parents in the living room.

You sighed and looked at the floor. You missed this point in your life. Things were simpler. You were so oblivious to the world and it’s harms.

“Your father sounds incredibly proud,” The Spirit said, his thumb ran over your skin.

Your eyes fluttered and you nodded.

“Did you know he told you the truth? About your picture?”

You eyed him cautiously.

He snapped his fingers and your bedroom faded into an office space. You were sitting on a dark oak desk. Seeing the boxy computer with twistable speakers struck you with nostalgia.

11:00am 26th December, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Your dad came through the office door, holding a piece of paper. Your picture.

He pinned it to a cork board and one of his colleagues that followed him in jokingly asked, “What’s with the Picasso cow?”

Your dad huffed back, “Hey man, it’s a reindeer and for your information, my daughter made it for me. And I’m lucky to have it. What did your kids get you?”

The coworker snorted and muttered under his breath, “A phone call asking about Child support, always check if the condom is ripped my friend.”

The two men left, bantering between each other.

You looked at the photo of your dad, your mom, seven year old you and a baby Caroline. It was a Polaroid taken in the hospital. Your mom had little Caroline just before the new year. You all looked so happy. You loved being a big sister, you couldn’t stop leaving baby Caroline alone, eager for her to grow up and become your best friend. Were there times she annoyed you? Yes, she was your sister after all. But Caroline had a heart of gold.

The Spirit touched the photo and asked with mirth, “Such a beautiful family...whatever happened?”

You didn’t answer. You slid off the desk and marched out of the office door only to somehow walk right back inside...you gasped and turned back around but when you opened the door to leave it was like staring into a mirroring space.

You poked your head out of the office only for it to be poking back inside through the same door.

It was the strangest paradox that you had come to find.

The Spirit sucked his teeth and shook his head, “Yea, funny that...so here’s the deal...you are going to follow my rules.”

‘Asshole doesn’t know what a deal is.’

He stood away from the cork board and sat down in your father’s rolling desk chair, stacking his feet up onto the wood loudly.

Your hands protectively wrapped around yourself. His pupils seemed to expand and shrink quickly like a cat. Your skin crawled.

“What rules?” You scoffed, “Are these a part of your test?”

He nodded once, “Yes. See for this whole thing to work, you have to comply and participate...meaning,” he shoved away from the desk and launched from the chair to walk fast towards you, causing you to walk backwards and hit the wall behind you, his hand grabbed and squeezed your jaw, from his teeth he seethed, “When I ask a question.. you answer it. Or I could just leave you here...forever.”

Your eyes watered, your chest heaved sporadically, “L-leave me here?”

His eyes fluttered, “Oh I’m sorry, you didn’t think this would have consequences?” His nose pressed to yours as he remarked, “Your little friend Marlene is stuck haunting your apartment for that reason. She’s stuck in a loop in which she can never escape. She gets to watch you everyday moving into her apartment and moving all her possessions around. I could leave you here and do the same. I could let you re-watch your father hang up your picture for eternity.”

His bright blue eyes darkened almost totally black. At that point you couldn’t tell if he was a good spirit or an unholy one.

You swallowed hard with a whimper and squeezed shut your eyes. His hot breath tickled your ear.

“I can be merciful...so...” his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip, peeking out from your eyes you thought he might kiss you, “Let’s try again...”

When he released you and turned back to the cork board he clicked his fingers. You collapsed from the wall to your knees, too weak and shaky to hold you up after his dominant spell. Piles of work paper flew around the room, around his head, his eyes raced over the pages, the words turned glowing gold as he read over them with his supernatural powers.

“Your family looked stable enough for their poor income. You lived a decent childhood...” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes hard and demanding, “What happened that changed it all?”

You bowed your head cowering as you whispered, “You already know.”

The papers that swirled in a storm around him floated softly down to the floor in front of you. The ink of the printed words began morphing into swirling shapes and colours.

The Spirit said, “I’d like it if you told me. That’s how this works. We analyse what really happened compared to what you think happened.”

Your eyes stared at the colours in the ink rise, painting the image of a snow covered alley way from nightmares years ago. You gasped. Your mother, you and your sister were all walking down from the entrance. You clenched the front of your nightgown and desperately blabbered into begging. Tears ran down your face. It didn’t take much effort knowing what was to come.

“Please don’t make me watch it.”

You tried to move the papers away but the pages fought back in nasty stinging paper cuts.

Your covered your face and eyes before hearing the mystic being bellow, “Put your hands down!”

Half screaming you sobbed, “No, please! I can’t do it! Please!”

You stood up on your feet and threw yourself into him. He did not hold you and let you fall at his feet. He did crouch down and rub both his thumbs over your snot covered lip.

“Please,” you choked, his finger pressed to you mouth. He shook his head and softly hushed you. He cupped the back of your neck and moved his mouth to ghost along your lips.

You hiccuped and opened your mouth, waiting for him to just conquer a kiss. He almost did with how his tongue tickled your lips and teeth when he icily repeated, “Dont forget I can leave your here. And you can watch it over and over and over. Be a good girl. Tell me what happened.”

He sat on the floor and tugged you into his arms and lap. You buried your face into his neck and hiccupped again.

“C-caroline was nine and I was sev-seventeen...Mom took us Christmas shopping. We were gonna buy something for Dad. A watch. A really fucking nice watch because dad had a big promotion in New York coming up...on our way back home, a drunken asshole with a broken bottle threatened to kill us if we didn’t give him our bags. We complied and mom made sure to step in front of us. He got angry because it wasn’t a Rolex...he then...”

You broke down again and clenched Chris’ white sweater tightly. His fingers raced up and down your spine slowly and tempered, hushing you until you managed to start talking again.

“What did this man do?”

The pages turned dark burgundy red.

Your but your bottom lip and sniffled, “He punched the broken bottle into Moms’ belly. It was so sharp it cut through her jacket, her skin and fat all the way into her liver. There was nothing Caroline and I could do. We tried to stop the bleeding with our coats. But When paramedics arrived ....she had bled to death. I watched her choke on it.”

You wiped your tears and snot across his shoulder, the soft wool soaked it up. His strong hands pulled you closer into him. You straddled his hips, curling your legs around his back. Your night gown hem rose up around your nude hips. His body was so warm. He was like a blanket around you.

“She died, protecting us,” you gulped, “She died over a fucking watch because some greedy homeless drunk wanted money for some booze.”

The Spirit clucked his tongue, “Your mother passed and your father?”

Your tears had calmed down significantly, you covered yourself to sit on his thigh instead of balancing on just his lap. You twisted your body and stared at the moving pictures on the papers.

Your dad came to image. The black beneath his eyes and the sunken cheeks were not the man you wished to remember. He lit a cigarette and pressed a bottle to his lips.

“Dad got his promotion and we moved to Manhattan but...Mom’s death really took a toll on him.”

You were making paper angels on the floor with your sister. You hung them up together in her room. There was no Christmas tree. It was the Christmas after your mom’s death and before you left for college. It was the last Christmas you shared with Caroline.

The sweet ten year old was wise and emotionally matured than others her age. It was how she processed your moms death. Caroline at only ten was able to keep you and your father from experiencing more heart ache and grief.

You watched the two girls climbed under a blanket and play with a flashlight. You pushed over her wrist a rubber band loomed bracelet with her favourite colours. She gave you three fruity scented rubbers and a pencil she had been rewarded by her teacher at school.

“I used that pencil until the tip was impossible to hold,” you whispered and felt Chris’ warm wet lips press against your temple, he rocked you like you were the most fragile thing in the room. Maybe you were.

“She still keeps your rubber band bracelet in her bedside table...she wore it to the birth of your nephew,” The spirit stated.

You choked and cupped your hand over your mouth. You hadn’t cried so hard and so much in years not since-

“And then you left for College.”

You sucked in a deep and painful breath. You nodded and clenched your hand into a fist.

“College wasn’t so bad. I had my fun like everyone else,” you lied.

“Did you?” Chris smirked, “Let’s have a look at that then? Shall we?”

8:00pm 23rd December, 2012, New York University.

Your father’s desk morphed into a pool table.

It was the party of the season. Sororities and fraternities came together. You weren’t a member of a sorority. You chose to believe stand offishly that sororities were of a hive cult mind. It wasn’t worth networking in such a unnecessary club and housing.

You didn’t have friends in college either. You didn’t make yourself approachable. Always sitting at the front of the class room and never smiling. You were the dedicated pupil and that made you into the coldest fish of the school.

Your professors approval and marks is all you cared about. The more successful, the more opportunities and the more chances of gaining success enough to maybe look after your little sister. That originally was the goal.

You watched with Chris as a gaggle of Kappa delta girls giggled passed by a young girl no older than nineteen holding a red cup close to her chest. She looked disdainful and tired. She was wearing a basic white thankyou with a cotton scarf and jeggings. Thick black glasses at on the edge of your nose. You laughed awkwardly looking at the past youth. Your recalled your hipster phase in college but didn’t remember you looking this horrendous and mismatched. Your hair...you shuddered. You never did that style again.

“Fun party!” Chris called over your shoulder. He wore a red Christmas hat and in the crook of his lip was a party blower. The lights and music were obnoxiously jolly and hip hop rap remixes found on YouTube. You know YouTube? When it’s common the iPhone one was still a little television and not the red play button we know today. So many people were growing nuts over these two Neanderthals on a channel called “Smosh” at the time, maybe they were trying to mimic that movie of dipshits called Jack Ass.

Yes...party...you had been invited and you almost said no...but your mother’s death anniversary was coming up and you felt it appropriate to seek the comfort of other people and illicit items to take the pain away for a night. The young woman continued to help herself to the eggnog, standing right beside the table, spooning the goop into her red cup

You tried forgetting about the drunk monster that stabbed your mother all those years ago.

“A naughty freshman?” Chris chuckled, breaking you away from your thoughts.

He floated to the eggnog bowl and grinned,.“Barely a woman and breaking the rules, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a rebel.”

You rolled your eyes, “Hardly,” before walking over to sit on the edge of the pool table. Some guys were playing with their cues and balls. They walked through you as they passed by. One of them you remembered very well and tried your best to not acknowledge.

“It’s how you met him though...isn’t it?” said Chris, looking between the young woman and a young man playing at the table.

The man was handsome. Tall and dark. His eyes a burnt burgundy that sent the younger you thrills down your spine.

The young woman leaning in her corner and sipping her sorrows away was eyeing the game keenly. It looked...fun.

The very ass she looked upon was found and shaped with strong thighs and calf’s under those denim jeans. The ass belonged to a man. And that man turned around once he caught her staring in the corner of his eye.

He smirked and finished the game before swaggering over your way. Even now you still admired how good looking he was.

Chris was looking him up and down, smiling and cockily mimicking the walk but this time back to you so you could both watch the events of your forlorn past.

“Hey, aren’t you in my maths class?” The man asked leaning over her with just his right arm.

She ignored him initially, shrugging as a reply.

He chuckled, “You’re that weird chick that sits at the front right?”

Her eyes flickered back and her lip curdled, “And you’re that obtuse moron that doesn’t know the difference between algebra and calculus equations?”

Chris chuckled, “There you are. I was wondering when you’d come out to play.”

You felt a twinge ashamed. Is that how others saw you all the time? An uptight, haughty bitch? You remained quiet.

“Well...I find I act my dumbest when I’m around beautiful ladies,” said the confident man, “I get all nervous and stuff.”

“Nervous and stuff?” She repeated slowly, flicking her tongue deliberately against her teeth to sound out each precious syllable.

God, it made you cringe to watch yourself.

He leant in closer and pressed his nose to hers, his eyes glanced up and he said heatedly, “You’re standing beneath a mistletoe.”

Before he could officially kiss her, Chris clapped his hands and world the room around. He grabbed your wrist and made sure to stand you on his shoes as the people and party disappeared into books on shelves.

4:00pm 23rd December, 2013, New York University.

The pool table melted down into the shape of a smaller desk and chair. That same girl was sitting at it with her head in a book and her pen against the page. The sky outside was dark. It was snowing lightly beyond the windows.

That man from the party now wore a dark blue jumper and sweatpants, he wandered up beside her, sipping a starbucks milkshake.

She moved the thick black rim glasses from her face. Her fingertips rubbed circles into her eyes before returning back to the important reading material. Dark shadows bagged beneath her eyes.

“You were a dedicated student,” said Chris, his hands lingered up your spine and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You nodded. You were.

The loud sucking of the man’s Starbucks cup made her slap the book close.

With her tight voice she snootily scolded him, “You know you’re not allowed food and drink in the library.”

He smirked, “Whatcha gonna do miss goodie goodie? Gonna tell on me? Gonna take my drink away?” he shook it, the ice cubes rattled I side.

He chuckled and chewed the straw. His eyes glanced at you up and down.

“Youre kinda hot...in a weird nerdy way you know?” he chuckled.

Both younger you and the you if now rolled your eyes and scoffed. But you knew the younger version was naive and how so many of those one liner comments got you into the most destructive relationship of your life.

The young man stole her book from the desk and ran off with it. Her shriek became laughter as she quickly collected her bag and pencils to chase after him.

The Spirit held you when he stood behind you His hands cradled your arms and hip, rocking you slowly, side to side. He watched the interaction of two young people deep into their puppy love with a great fascination over his face.

“Who was the handsome beau?”

“Anthony Mackie...the schools best hockey player and class clown idiot,” you muttered.

Chris hummed with pleased curiosity, “Is that all?”

You grabbed at his wrists and squeezed them tightly. You pressed your head back into his chest and sighed.

“He was my boyfriend,” you said quietly to Chris.

The library seemed to fast forward. Outside the seasons changed from winter, spring, summer fall and back to winter again. She was sitting back in the same desk again. Her eyes were still tired and now she wore a little more makeup to conceal it. Her eyes were glued to the pages, racing to read and write notes. Her ipod shuffle earphones were half broken, crackling each time unless you held the cord in a specific way.

And a soft humming slipped from her lips, totally immersed in her study.

“Oh, oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”

Chris side glanced you and you side glanced him. Without the music, her crackly voice just sounded like a dying bird.

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above.”

“An awful drawer and a terrible deaf tone singer,” he laughed, “I didn’t think I would learn so much about the things you’re bad at.”

You had to admit, he was right. You stomped hard onto his foot. His lips puckered and his eyes squeezed in his silent pain.

“Oops,” you feigned ignorance, “Guess I’m bad at watching my step too.”

“But if you close your eyes,” she sang a little louder and you felt that second hand humiliation wave through you hard, “Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes..Does it almost feel like you’ve been here befor-”

Behind her, Anthony came whistling around a corner and stuck his head into the study nook, stealing her head phone from her ear and kissed her cheek hard.

She smiled and just as quickly frowned.

“C’mon babe,” said Anthony, “Sebastian’s throwing a killer basement bash for the holidays. Let’s go to the party.”

The college girl laughed mockingly at her boyfriend, “I’m sorry, did you forget that we have a test tomorrow? I don’t have time to go out wasting it away with your degenerate friends.”

Chris hands sneakily ran down over your thighs and slipped beneath the night gown to cup your belly. Your breath hitched. You couldn’t tell if you were aroused or disgusted anymore. Why of all times and places was he groping you now?!

“Baby,” the hockey player sighed, “You’re the smartest chick I know. I’m sure you’ll pass tomorrow. A little bit of dancing and drinking won’t change that.”

“No,” she firmly hissed and turned her head back to your book. Anthony’s chest deflated.

“Anthony just wanted to party all the time,” you scoffed to Chris, “He was so horny and stupid I can’t believe I actually dated him.”

He gave you a side ways glance, his thumb rubbed tiny circles into your skin.

“So you dumped him?” he asked looking between you and your younger studying self.

Sheepishly you looked away and shrugged, “...not exactly...it’s complicated.”

“Enlighten me,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek after.

Your body grew warmer by the second especially in places you wouldn’t have guessed. Your insides felt alive and buzzing. It was so wrong.

“...I...” Anthony paused and took a few moments to break out his voice, “I can see your studies are more important than me, huh? We haven’t hung out in ages and...you’re never taking a break from study to enjoy life with me... Is this really more important? I mean, c’mon...” his eyes softened, “It’s almost Christmas break.”

And it was violent. You jumped watching her turn and announce cold cuttingly, “As a matter of fact, this is. I don’t have time to waste on dumb doornail guys when I need to succeed. I guess I can’t expect a hopeless hockey player to understand. Go skate on some ice and hit a put, it’s not like you’ll be able to feed your future family.”

His eyes widened.

Your eyes widened.

Her eyes darkened with scornful hate.

He kissed her head and shook his head, he whispered, “Merry Christmas Y/N. I wish you nothing but the world in your palm, I just won’t be in it.” He stood away shakily. Tears were pearled in his eyes as he walked away leaving her to her own devices. She grunted and went back to her studies... The next morning you had earned the top score of the class.

You knew the break up was quick, you didn’t remember saying such a mean thing to the guy you had fallen mad head over hill in love with.

You couldn’t believe you had been so cruel.

But you had. And there was nothing you could do to take it back. It happened. It was done. Finished.

And Anthony did nothing wrong except invite you to a party, a party you never went to, a party where he met his future wife.

“Spirit remove me from this place,” you choked as your chest began trembling.

Chris hushed you and kissed the side of your head, “It’s alright, I told you before, these are merely shadows of the past, things that have been.”

He wiped the unwilling tears coursing down your cheek.

You shook your head and wailed, “I don’t fucking care! Remove me! Take me somewhere else!”

A vile sobbing wail screamed from your lips. You didn’t know where it had come from. Your knees gave way and you fell, Chris’ arm caught your waist in time and laid you down across the carpet.

The vision of time phased away to the darkness. You felt your heart get louder, fearing the unknown pitch black. His hot hand cupped your cheek and you found yourself cowering into his chest.

1:40am 25th December, 2023, New York City.

There was a faint light in the area around you. Dim and blue. Your eyes struggled to open...you lifted your head from what you originally believed was Chris’ chest. Yet it revealed to you quickly that the warmth was only your soft pillows. You were back in your own bedroom again. The sheets has been wrapped around your waist and legs.

You didn’t know how to feel. You just cried. You buried your head and sobbed. You missed your mother and the father you once had. You missed Anthony and regretted how much you might’ve hurt him. And you missed being touched...you missed Chris’ warm hands holding you and the foolish grin he wore. You barely knew up but you mourned his existence that might’ve not been real at all.

Sitting up sniffling and sighing hard, you got out of your bed and walked to your kitchen. You reached for your coffee machine and paused. No, you need something stronger. You went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine from earlier. You intended to finish the damn thing and forget everything for a while.

Turn back around you returned to your room to lay back in your three thousand dollars bedsheets...

Except you didn’t recall buying him too.

Chris, still here. Now laying across your very luxuriously soft duvet. He made it dramatically obvious, running his cheek into your pillow smelling the essence of your tears.

Your spine shot up and down hot. You tried not to smile. You were pleased he was here. You didn’t know where he came from or where he was hiding before but seeing him again welcomed something into your cold heart.

His eyebrows wiggled, “Oh, Merlot? For me? You shouldn’t have.”

You hummed feigning your displeasure, “Its Pinot Noir... I didn’t think you’d be so uncultured.”

He chuckled, looking down at the soft fabrics he was pinching, “Yea, well I’m probably more knowledgeable on hot chocolate and eggnog more than anything.”

He pat the spot beside him, inviting you to sit on your own bed. You felt it was ironic and ludicrous.

“Maybe...anyway...don’t you have somewhere else to be? Someone else to bother?” You snipped and cocked your hip.

“As a matter of fact...” he rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, “I don’t, so be a good snowflake and join me, the covers are incredible!”

You snorted softly rolling your eyes, “I know,” you sat on the bed and unscrewed the bottle, you took a deep sip and cringed a croak, “I bought them.”

He took the bottle from his hands, not asking if he could. But really what was the point in fighting him. He stole your wine and took his own sip. You couldn’t help stare at his bobbing Adams apple.

He passed the bottle back. You were going to take another drink before Chris said, “It all makes sense now.”

You eyes him putting the bottle down....he was daring you to ask it, you knew it...and you complied.

“What?”

You crawled onto your knees on the mattress and waited with your curious eyes. The wine warmed your belly. You tossed your head to one side, staring up and down the Spirit. He had such an appealing form for something so inhuman and supposedly holy.

He smiled.

“What!?” you repeated needfully.

He sighed, “This,” he waved his hand towards you.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Exactly.”

Your eyes narrowed and a bold bolt drove through you, the twinge of annoyance mixed with frustrated anger, “If you’re going to talk in riddles, you can get the fuck off my bed and get the fuck out of my apartment. Merry fucking Christmas.”

His smile remained but his eyes sparkled with mischief. He lifted his chin.

“How you became a holiday hating, grievously malicious, uptight little cunt.”

Your eyes could have popped out from your head, “Excuse me?!” You gagged on nothingness. Your fists curled...‘What happens to people who punched Spirits in the nose?’

He shrugged and sighed, “You wanted to know. Don’t blame me for telling you the truth. I don’t do white lies, that’s not in my books.”

You grabbed the wine again and took a mean big gulp, glaring at him from the corner of your eye, “If that was the case,” your voice said with barbs, “Children wouldn’t believe in Santa and the north pole and his company of elves.”

He pursed his lips and nodded before he snatched the bottle from your hand and vanished it from existence.

“Hey!” you snapped, “I wasn’t finished with that! It cost me-”

“Nothing,” he interrupted and tapped his fingers on his chest, “It didn’t cost you a penny because you got a refund when you lied to the winery that it’s wax seal was broken upon delivery when it very well wasn’t...but upon tasting it you felt it wasn’t worth the price you paid therefore it shouldn’t cost you a dime...it didn’t cost you a damn thing.”

You sat back and gulped, ‘How the fuck-‘

“Christmas past remember? I see all...so don’t bother trying to convince me that you needed to finish that meaningless sip,” he curtly said, “You need to focus on bettering your mindset and yourself. It’s important.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted down at the floor. You wanted to cry and scream with embarrassment, you wanted to kick or break something.

He smirked and picked up your chin with a long finger. You sniffled and jerked your head away. You crawled down to the very end of your bed. You pulled the covers back and kicked the sheets before sliding your feet under them and pulling them up to your chin.

You huffed softly, feeling the prickling heat of tears behind your eyes, why did he have to shame you so easily, “Or what, you gonna chain me up like Marlene? Go on then, call me a cunt again. Put me on your big ol’ scary naughty list.”

You shook your head and rolled your entire body away from him. A tear rolled from your eye and soaked down into your pillow, meeting the rest of its previous brethren tears.

Chris gazed down at you with sad hope. He really did want you to pass the test. He knew you had the potential, but did you have the drive? Maybe you just needed the push...

You were lonely in life more than ever before. You were miserable despite convincing yourself you were incredibly successful in all parts of life.

His arm circled forward and bodly rubbed down your middle and curled around your waist. You sniffled again, ignoring his touch all together.

He laid his cheek ontop of yours and whispered, “Do you want to know what happens to naughty girls like you? You want to really know what they get?”

You shut your eyes, you didn’t want to look at him. You were upset and too ashamed. You didn’t want to be teased again.

You mumbled grumpily, “Coal up their ass?”

“Oh it’s not coal that goes up there,” he hummed deeply

Your eyes fluttered awake.

His hand reached under the duvet and touched your bare thigh...his finger tips wriggled in between your thighs and attacked your clit...your breath hitched.

“I gather you need motivation if you are to improve your outlook on life,” he breathed huskily into your ear.

Your lips parted, your eyes squeezed tight. A gurgling moan crawled from your throat. You rocked your hips into his hand and savoured his controlling hand.

Tiny pants left your lips as he pushed two fingers inside of your salivating pussy. He twitched them back and forth at an average steady pace.

His hot wet tongue licked from your shoulder up to your ear. His loud sucking on your skin cause a small keen shudder to glide down your spine. He kissed your neck and sighed into your skin.

His knee curled up and pressed between your thighs, he fully intended to keep your entire pussy open and available to his instrumental fingers.

“Look at you,” he muttered, “So compliant when I have my fingers up this stubborn cunt. Are you going to promise you’ll behave and obey me from now on? Cease you insistent fight?”

“Pl-please Chris,” you gasped,

He smirked against you skin, “Please what?” he purred

“F-fuck!” you whined and pressed your ass back against him, trying to rub against his hidden cock.

He slapped your backside once making you jump. He chuckled wickedly, “I will if you promise to obey and listen.”

You panted and groaned, “Make- make me!” you wouldn’t submit so easily....not even for unworldly dick.

His noise was feral, rising from the back of his throat like a growl. He pressed his mouth to yours. You whined, his tongue choked you and pressed your tongue down, dominating you even in kiss.

He gasped pulling back, “Very well you stubborn slut.”

He snapped his fingers and poof- the blankets, your night gown and surprisingly all his clothing vanished from the bed all together.

You gasped at the feeling of his hot skin pressing up your back. Your hands clawed the pillows as he thrust his fingers fast and hard. Your eyes started to roll until the sensation was totally lost. He selfishly took his hand back, moments before you hit the high. You whimpered and trembled. You couldn’t breathed you were a mixture of frustration, anger and needy obsession. You would have done anything for him to finish.

He sat up and rolled you until your belly was laid over his legs. His cock you could not see but feel touching you made you excited and eager to know how it would feel to fuck you. His hands roughly kneaded your thighs and bottom.

‘No...he wouldn’t...’

His hand came flying down cracking across the skin of your ass. You squealed and felt your hips launch up in the air. The sting was like a cutting burn that lasted for around thirty seconds. He did it again and again. His flat palm struck you and would the pain absorb before rubbing the flesh. You didn’t fight him and that did not surprise him.

Your hips wriggled and twisted. His hand was harsh and fiery. You groaned and savoured it. And when it felt almost too much and you tried to wiggle free. He pinned you down hard by your neck and shoulders.

You bit your lips and cried, really cried. You grit your teeth and sobbed through each striking spank on your naked ass. Your hands clawed the bed and the skin of his thighs. He hailed into you harder. You screamed and choked on your sobs. It wasn’t fun anymore. It hurt and he wasn’t stopping even when you began squealing and kicking your legs on the bed trying to twist your hips away.

“Stop! Stop please! Please! It hurts! No more, no more.”

“If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.”

You swore he had to have been flaying your skin by his hand until you reached back and cupped or own hot cheeks, protecting yourself from his whiping palm.

You sobbed and trembled. You flinched and whimpered with shining tears when a surprisingly soft knuckle brushed your cheek and his husky voice hushed you softly.

He slowly turned you over off his lap and dragged you close to his chest.

He shoved his thumb into your mouth. You didn’t fight or pull back. You sucked on this digit, wrapping your lips around it. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you closer. Your breasts pressed to his chest, he was warm

And his thumb gave you something to focus on instead of your burn sore bottom. You whined and laid your head back on the pillows. You rubbed to cheek on the warm skin of his shoulder while he soothed you from your tears using his soft cooing and thumb you greedily kept in your mouth. You moaned and mewled over it, licking the pad and scratching your tongue along his nail.

His fingers ran up and down your back. He pulled his thumb from your mouth with a gentle pop.

“Look at you,” he whispered, “Greedy, spoilt, but once you’re faced with real consequences you come to heel...”

You tried shaking your head, denying it. No. You were an independent woman with control.

A false mocking awe came from him as he said, “Oh yes, yes that’s exactly what you are. But you’re going to promise to be a good girl from now on or else you’ll never cum again.”

You were speechless...you wanted to be fresh with him and state that you still owned a vibrator...but what if he took it away like your wine.

He spread your thighs, he tugged your knees over his hip and rubbed your clit with his fingers until you were wet enough to his liking. He kissed you again, laughing as you pressed yourself up into him, stealing any physical touch you could possibly gain. He ran a soft hand across your cheek, tender and loving. His lips suckled their way down to your chest. Those red cherry lips plucked at your nipples and soft breasts.

Finally the tip of his pink cock touched your pussy. It was firm and from what you could see in the faint dark, it was lengthy. Your arms reached up and held onto his shoulders, you dug your nails sharply into his shoulders as he entered.

He grunted and sighed, struggling to stuff himself in and would pause when your noises were whines of pain. He made sure to avoid any tearing.

And when he managed to press himself taut into you, his balls touching your ass and thigh, you felt like you had been through a workout.

The walls of your cunt were filled to every crevice of his fat cock. You moaned when he moved tiny thrusts into you instead of brutally slamming.

You pressed your mouth to him again, his eyes looking back at you with adoration. He jerked his hips back a little meaner watching you gasp. He mocked your gasp before kissing your nose and then your mouth. He did it again to taste and feel your gasp.

He moved you back, dislodging quickly so that he could climb over you and enter swiftly inside. He picked your legs up with the backs of your knees and anchored himself down, harder and faster picking up the speed.

“You hear that?” he asked and moved himself in smaller jerks, “Dirty little slut, you’re drooling syrup all over my pole.”

And if you weren’t so close to cumming you would’ve laughed. His hand pressed down on your throat. He barrelled into you and slapped a breast.

The sensations of being prevented to breathe as straight and the slap intensifies all your senses. You groaned and choked.

He hissed, bending down to press his nose into yours.

Your legs wrapped tight around his waist trying to lift your hips up to meet him.

“You want to cum?” he snarled? You nodded trying to not cry again. God you needed it.

“Pl-pl-please,” you gasped through the violent thrusts.

He licked your cheek and growled, “You promise to be on your best behaviour from now on?”

You whimpered and nodded.

His thumb attacked your clit as he fucked you.

“Cum,” he whispered, “Cum for me on my cock little slut.”

Your body contorted, muscles strained as you released a soundless scream. You threw your head back let you body be consumed by the orgasm you let tear through your entire body. Your bones and chest rattled. When air finally came to your lungs you let out a powerful sob. But Chris gazing down at you bore joyful vision at your smile as you cried.

You felt incredible, hit by a bus made of all things delightful.

His cock was still inside you. You didn’t take a moment to think about him or whether he cummed. You selfishly enjoyed the gift he gave you and forgot about the promise you had vowed.

He pulled away slowly. You hissed at the departure. So sensitive.

You curled lazily up into a ball and fluttered your eyes shut.

You only recalled feeling his hot lips against your ear, “I will return to you when the bell chimes once more...” his pecked your cheek and left you to lay in your mess, exhausted and falling into your own sleep again.

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Cruel Summer Ch. 2

Cruel Summer Series (Coming Soon) | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

You looked down at your lap, “yeah…that's why I’m waiting on a text, I told him last night that I wanted to be more than friends with benefits…I’m falling in love with him! You should see the things he does! And the things he says to me!” you got up and walked over to your bag, “anytime we have dinner together, he always makes me a paper ring, every time.” you pulled out the small clear container full of cute colorful paper rings made from different menus. “Okay, that's some wedding reception bridal party speech shit,” she raised an eyebrow. “That is seriously so cute.” you smiled pulling out a little notebook, “he even drew this cute little archway, from the spot where we first kissed one night in New York...on Cornelia Street.” you bit your lip grinning down at the drawing he’d made for you.

“Ready?” Your assistant brought you back from your mind. “I…” you let out a huff of air before the door opened and you ran out on stage grinning and waving at the crowd again. Megan, your assistant, who’d been with you since the beginning of your acting career, watched on the monitor in the back.

You grinned watching the crowd go wild as you laughed softly. “Wow…you know you guys are just amazing. Truly. I had no idea you’d be so much fun!” you laughed again as they cheered. “I wanted to take a moment before I started my surprise songs for the evening.” you laughed as they cheered louder. “You guys mean so much to me...my music, you know, is how I communicate a lot of what I'm feeling, what I'm going through, and expressing everything I can’t bring myself to say.” You smiled looking up at the nosebleed sections as they clapped and whistled.

You bit your lip a little as you laughed softly, “So…tonight's special because….” you couldn’t even get the words out as the crowd roared in excitement. “I think it’s just better if I show you! So, if you could turn your attention to the screen behind me,” you said, turning toward the screen, as the new album cover rolled out of the screen, you grinned, tears brimming your eyes as the crowd screamed out in excitement. Looking at everyone and walking away from the microphone to just take in the moment as everyone snapped photos, recorded you.

You looked out over the crowd, locking eyes with Chris again; his girlfriend was jumping up and down beside him, screaming excitedly, but he stared at you, smiling softly like he was proud of you. You looked away before walking back over to the microphone. “I had planned to sing you guys a very nice surprise song…but I’ve changed my mind….I’m going to debut a song off my new album!” you grinned and started to strum the guitar in your hands.

“Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

Tell your friends you're out for a run

You'll be flushed when you return

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies

A million little times”

You laid beside him in bed, laughing as he told joke after joke, enjoying each and every moment with him. “I have a present for you,” you told him as you kissed his shoulder, before sitting up and wrapping the sheet around you as you moved over to your bag and pulled out a small box. You gave it to him and watched as he opened it. “Y/N….you didn’t,” he chuckled, pulling out the small burgundy bottle. “I can’t believe it. Is it the same one we saw in that shop?” he grinned as you nodded and curled up beside him again. “I knew how much you loved it, so I went back the next day and bought it.” you said softly as he leaned down kissing you deeply.

“I can’t believe it, this was the same cologne my grandfather always wore. I can never ever find it." He smiled and kissed you again. “That's because it’s discontinued. But you have this bottle, you can always keep it on your bathroom shelf,” you whispered as he smiled down at you. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten baby, thank you” he kissed you passionately pulling you into his embrace.

“Leave the perfume on the shelf

That you picked out just for him

So you leave no trace behind

Like you don't even exist

Take the words for what they are

A dwindling, mercurial high

A drug that only worked

The first few hundred times

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and stolen stares

They show their truth one single time

But they lie, and they lie, and they lie

A million little times”

Chris held a playful grin on his features as he stood on one side of the island as you stood on the other, giggling, a can of whip cream in hand as he held chocolate syrup. “If I disarm myself….are you gonna disarm yourself?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow. You laughed nodding, “Yes! But you put yours down first!” you bit your lip as he began to lower his, suddenly he squirted you with chocolate syrup all over you as you sprayed him with whip cream laughing loudly.

He darted around the island, laughing as you wiggled against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “Wanna call a truce Kid?” you laughed and nodded as you pressed your lips to his nose. “Truce.” you said softly. “Truce.” he smiled and bent down kissing you deeply again.

“ And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors

You know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language

I can't speak with anyone else

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times”

As the song came to an end, tears brimmed your eyes again and you kept your head down for a moment trying to will them away. The crowd erupted in cheers, applause, and screams. You looked up smiling at everyone as they continued to cheer. As you looked out through the crowd, your eyes landed on him again. He stared back at you with an expression you didn’t quite recognize. He looked away from you and whispered something to his girlfriend before walking off.

You smiled at the crowd and waved as you looked around, suddenly you dove into the stage and began getting ready for the next set. You looked at Megan as she eyeballed you. “You were not supposed to sing a song off that album. It doesn't even come out for two more damn months!” She sighed checking your social media’s. “Oh my god…..it's…everyone loved it.” she looked at you as you smirked “yeah….not everyone loved it.” you walked over getting on the platform in your final outfit of the night, “Let’s go make some memories,” you took a deep breath. Something felt better within your heart. He was finally understanding how he crushed you.

Coming up on stage, you grinned as the crowd knew what album you were singing from next. You laughed to yourself as the music started and they began to clap and jump around. You stood there in a blinged out tshirt dress, a fuzzy jacket and your diamond thigh high boots. You sang your heart out, dancing, smiling and waving at the crowd. You barely met Chris’s eye line again and when the show ended, you took your time bowing and waving around to the crowd as they cheered and applauded you.

“What an excellent show tonight!” Megan grinned at you as you walked backstage smiling softly. “I agree, it was great.” your head snapped around at the sound of his voice. Chris stood there, the petite brunette clinging to his side. The air was thick and the tension could be cut with a knife between the two of you. “Chris, hey!” you tried to snap out of it quickly. You smiled at him and his girlfriend. “Hi there! Did you enjoy the show?” you smiled asking her. “Hi! Hello! Sorry! I'm Ali!!” She grinned darting toward you.

You gasped as she hugged you tightly. “Ali!” Chris snapped, pulling her off of you. You looked behind you as the guards came running, “No it's fine. She’s just excited, it's okay, really I know them, they're friends of mine.” you smiled at the guards as they nodded and stood off to the side keeping an eye on her. “We’re friends?!” She giggled as Chris rolled his eyes a little. “You are my idol! I love everything you’ve ever done! Your music helped me through some very dark times in my life, you have no idea how much you mean to me.” Ali said quickly. You smiled sweetly at her. “Aw, Thank you Ali, yes of course we’re friends.” You grinned at her. “Why don’t I go get changed and we can hang out for a little bit,” you stated, looking from her to him. Ali turned to Chris and clasped her hands together. “Oh my gosh, can we Chris?? Can we please?!” she begged as he let out a breath, “uh yeah, but I'm sure Y/N’s real tired so we don’t wanna keep her up all night okay?” he smiled as she jumped up and down excitedly.

“Um, we’re staying across the street, The Inn at Meadowbrook, why don’t you come by and we can all grab some dinner at the restaurant in the lobby and then hang out on the back patio. It’s gated, no paps.” Chris smiled at you as Ali grinned. “It’ll be great!!” she watched as you laughed softly “yeah, absolutely, I’ll go change and meet you guys there.” you said as they smiled and left.

Megan followed you as you walked back to your dressing room. “Do you really think this is a good idea? Hanging out with him and her?” she asked as you entered the room. “It’ll be fine, I’m fine, and it might lead the press away from what else I’m working on.” you said smiling as you grabbed your lounge clothes and got changed. “I guess…just worry about what’s going to be said.” Megan sighed as you smiled softly. “It’s okay, just relax, and take the night off.” You walked out of the building, getting into your car quickly hearing fans screaming for you.

You’d managed to get inside the hotel without being seen and walked into the restaurant, noting how empty it was. “Rented it out for the night,” Chris said, coming up behind you. You turned and looked at him, looking him up and down. Dark blue jeans adorned his lower half, while a black t-shirt and red plaid button down fit his torso perfectly.

He stretched out his arms and pulled you into a hug. For a split second you wanted to bury your face into his neck and remember how it felt to be curled up with him. But, you knew better than that now. You knew he didn’t actually care about you.

You pushed yourself back and smiled softly at him, “best we don’t try anything other than a friendly handshake.” He threw his head back a little and gave you a “ah, I understand” before holding his hand out. You slipped your hand in his, holding it a moment longer than you should have before finally dropping it. “We can sit anywhere,” he spoke into the looming silence. “Oh, well why don’t we wait for-“ “hey!!!” Ally’s voice shot through the Restaurant loudly causing you to flinch slightly.

“Ugh couldn’t find the shoes I wanted to wear but it seems here my little Chrissy wrissy bear had put them in his suitcase!” She laughed, wrapping her arms around his as he stuck his hands in his pockets. “Oh, isn’t that sweet?” You commented with a smile. Dinner was going to be….great.

Once seated, by a window per Ali’s request, you began looking over the menu. “They have a fantastic burger and fries here as well as an awesome tenderloin,” Chris told you, causing you to look up at him. “God you can be so dumb Chris,” Ali laughed and shook her head “don’t listen to him. He doesn’t realize what us girls go through to stay in such perfect shape. They had a great grilled chicken salad,” she buried herself back in her menu, before she set it down. “Be right back gotta run to the little girls room,” she kissed Chris’s cheek and got up leaving the two of you at the table.

You set your menu down and let out a small sigh, “I think I’m going to get my dinner to go…I’m pretty exhausted and…” “Ali’s a lot. I know. She’s not normally like this…..well she is but it’s usually much more toned down. Why don’t I go talk to her and you order?” Chris said as he stood. You sighed “Chris…does she even know about us?” You asked softly. He looked down before he shook his head. “No, I’ve never told anyone.”

You sat back and watched him walk toward the bathrooms, why were you doing this to yourself? You felt that familiar pain upon hearing, “No, I never told anyone.” He was the one who had your heart in a Vice grip, even now, and you thought having dinner with him and her was a good idea? You were clearly insane.

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Mine

Pairing: Chris Evans × Wife! Reader

Summary: Jealousy doesn't suit people well, but Chris has a different thought bout this.

Warning: 18+ Smut, angst and fluff

You storm into the house and slam the door. Dodger, who was laying on the sofa in the living room, is taken aback by the impact of this gesture. You instantly stoop to apologise and pet him before hurrying to the bedroom. When you open the door, you see him sitting beside the bed in his sweater and jeans, indicating that he just returned from the interview. Dropping your purse and coat by the door, you announce your arrival.

"Hey, you're home. The interview was……," he says, looking up at you. You straddle him and kiss him passionately before he continues. The intense kiss breaks as the two of you need to breathe. "Are you okay, baby?" "What's wrong?" he asks, catching his breath.

"Stop talking!" You cut him off and push him down till he hits the mattress with you on top of him, and you kiss his lips rough again. You move your lips down to his neck and begin marking a hickey, making him groan. You kiss him below his Adam's apple, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist.

You run your hands down his clothed body, then down his pants zipper. As you unzip him, he releases go of your waist, you take down his pants, and you see his cock. It's big and hard, with pre-cum seeping from it. You make him moan by rapidly pumping your hands. "Oh my god, yess Y/n!" he exclaims. "Do you like that baby?" you ask as you begin kissing his jaw and neck once more. " Oh yes, Y/n! He says. "I believe you'll enjoy it inside me." You sit up straight to ride up your dress, shove your panties aside, and slide down on him while saying this. Even after five years together, you can never grow used to size.

As you begin riding him, you let out a really whining moan. The sound of both of you moaning fills the room. He thrusts his hips upwards, mirroring your tempo and attempting to blend in even more. Your head drops back as you sense your orgasm nearing. "Oh yess bubba, I'm going to cum," you groan. "Mmm Y/n, I'm cumming too!" he murmurs, captivated by your sight. "You look so beautiful, darling!" he exclaims as he massages your breasts through your dress.

Increasing your pace, you tightly fist his sweater and cum on his cock. Trying to settle down from this escatsy, he rids you through your orgasm and cums deep into you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you pull him out of you and lie next to him. You both sit in silence, trying to catch your breath. "Ahh, that was fantastic," he says as you turn to face him. "Not that I'm complaining, but may I ask as to what happened to you all of a sudden?"

"A few girls at the restaurant were fangirling over your interview and talking….umm pretty nasty about the things they'd do to you," you admit, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He then raises your face to face him and lightly pecks your lips. "And you're jealous?" he asks, sliding his hand around your waist.

"If you getting jealous leads to this, then I hope everyone out there fantasizes me" Chris says trying hard not to laugh at your pouty face.

You hit his chest and try to get up when he pulls you back to him, "they can fantasise and dream all they want, but you are the one who can actually do those things to me, isn't that true?" he says, bopping your nose.

"Amm hmmm," you nod, caressing his lower lip with your thumb, and add passionately, "Your mine."

"Yess, ma'am, I love you Y/n," he responds with a smile. "I love you more," you respond, capturing his lips once more.

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The grey in his beard + the necklace + plus the tattoo peaking + the hair = Walking sex on 2 legs

They could have warned us before letting this man step out the house looking like this. He has Tumblr, Twitter, and Instagram going crazy over this look.

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Twin Flames: Part One

Summary: When firefighter Curtis Everett suspects that he's found his twin flame, he plans to slowly ease her into his lifestyle of dominance and submission. Until one night when it all goes up in smoke. Firefighter!Curtis Everett x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, House Fires, Mention of Exes, Mentions of D/s Lifestyle, Mentions of Daddy Kink, Alcohol Consumption, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @curls-and-eyeliner for helping me flesh this out. This installment is part of my ongoing Trio Series. There will be a second part to this, detailing Curtis and Ruby's actual first meeting the night of the play party. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

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As a firefighter, Curtis Everett has seen some terrible things in his line of work as a first responder. He's lost people on the job more than once. But the first time it happened…

The memory of that night still follows him. The things he witnessed, the smell of charred flesh. That’s the kind of shit that changes a person, it leaves behind a lasting mark.

The first person he ever lost while out on a call – it wrecked him. And in the aftermath Curtis was left to deal with it all on his own because Serena, his girlfriend of several years, was too busy partying to pick up the phone when he needed her. She had swiped his credit card so that she could show her friends a good time, which also included half the bar.

After all, it wasn’t like it was her money. And although they ended things soon after, that woman wasn’t prepared to go quietly. She felt that she’d put up with a lot from him, especially whenever she reluctantly allowed him to indulge in some of his darker fantasies.

In her mind, he owed her. And in time, she would collect.

But Curtis would eventually recover from that loss and move on, because that’s kind of one of the requirements of the job. After that horrible night, he vowed to do better. He became laser focused, determined to push himself to the limit. And it worked, at least for a while. But sometimes life is rather unpredictable.

Just like the flames.

The next time he lost someone on his watch, it threatened to take him his fucking knees. Because that day – that day the victim was a little girl. Iris Caldwell, who was barely five-years-old. Her weeping mother had kept repeating over and over again that she’d just had a birthday two days prior.

And they had plans to celebrate that weekend. But the flames…they’d gotten to her first. And her tiny lungs had been no match for the heat and the smoke.

Curtis had been the one to carry out her small, lifeless body - tears clouding his vision through the cover of his mask. He handed her off to an EMT and then stood motionless several yards away as chaos surged around him. His eyes were trained on the child, his frozen gaze never leaving her fallen form as the crew desperately tried to resuscitate her. However, when their efforts proved to be unsuccessful he placed the weight of that blame squarely upon his own shoulders.

He’d been the one who failed poor Iris. And then the endless loop of “what-ifs” began.

What if they’d arrived at the scene a few moments sooner? What if he’d been just a fraction of a second quicker as he was making his way into the house, trying to navigate a path through the blaze? What if he hadn’t struggled to break down the heavy oak door that had kept them from Iris, leaving her trapped to contend with the flames alone before she eventually succumbed to her injuries?

Later that night, someone showed him her picture, one of his teammates that had been with him on the call. In the photo, Iris had been wearing a sparkly pink crown, looking every inch the princess she was pretending to be. But it was her eyes that struck him – those big, beautiful eyes that reminded him so much of someone else he’d encountered not too long ago. A person that he’d met at one of the parties he liked to frequent as of late in his search to find the right woman.

The type of woman who enjoyed the same games he liked to play. The type of woman who could manage him, who could accept him for the man that he was and would always be. A woman who was not only capable of understanding his dominant nature, but of embracing it.

He’d met a woman who’s spirit called to his own – so much so that when she abruptly left, he chased her down. Curtis had felt compelled to know her, to gentle the young woman who’s inner fire seemed to burn so bright, he couldn’t bear to watch it be so clumsily extinguished by someone else. By a lesser man who wouldn’t understand, nor appreciate, the gift that would be her eventual submission.

Rubeena Maxwell. That had been her name. And what they’d shared the night at Club Domino after he’d chased her down had been amazing. But he hadn’t pursued her after that, wanting to court her right. To show her that he could be the man he knew she deserved. And in order to do that he had to be on top of his game.

As a man. As a Dominant. And as a Daddy.

But the night he and his team had lost that child, deep down he knew that he couldn’t go through this alone. Well, he could, but he didn’t want to – even as he tried to drink it all away.

That night he tried to bury himself so deep in the bottom of a bottle that it – along with everything else – would all fade away. Wanted to get so drunk off his ass that he wouldn’t have to feel a damn thing until after morning light. However, when that proves to be damn near impossible he leaves the bar in search of another form of solace.

He knew that he needed something more. He needed her.

Ruby.

They weren’t together, at least not yet. They’d only been out a few times, enough for her to realize that there was more to Curtis than he initially let on. There was pain, there was baggage, as well as the ghost of an ex-girlfriend who was still taking up so much space that it left virtually no room for a third person.

For Ruby to stake her claim on this man’s heart.

So she tried to put the brakes on things, effectively ending their relationship before it had truly ever begun. Because in truth, she had her own issues to contend with. And none of them involved a charming six-foot-something firefighter sporting a chiseled jaw and tempting blue eyes.

However, when he showed up on her doorstep two weeks after their very first meeting, looking every bit as lost as confused she felt, she had no choice but to let him in. Especially since the gorgeous first responder appeared to be so drunk he could barely stand, let alone talk.

The moment she opened her door, Curtis pulled her into his arms, whispering into her curls over and over again about how sorry he was – for everything. For not being enough. For not getting there in time. Followed by a litany of nonsensical rambles about Ruby’s eyes, and how there was so much life in them.

And how he never wanted to be the reason that it disappeared.

Curtis just wanted to tell her – someone, anyone, really – that he had tried that day. That he had resolved himself to do better. And then he broke, right there on her front porch as she wrapped her arms around his big body as his powerful shoulders shook with the force of his tortured sobs.

And whether she knew it or not, that was the night Rubeena Maxwell opened her heart to the beautifully damaged man who would become her lover, her partner, and the most dominant force in her life.

That was the night she and Curtis Everett became a team. And this right here is just the beginning of their story before they would eventually become part of The Trio.

Next part coming soon...

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Blueprint for Romance

Chapter 1: Sparks on the Fourth of July

Characters: Chris Evans, Bekah Baker (OFC)

Plot: Chris, an actor, meets Bekah, an architect, and falls faster for her than he does for anyone else.

Word count: 2321

Warnings for this chapter: Language

A/N: Big thanks to @joannaliceevans-fanficblog and @cevansbaby-dove for proofing this! Y'all are awesome!

“Hey, Chris! Come on back, man!”

Chris Evans stepped through the gate and grabbed his buddy Jason’s hand and pulled him into a hug, “Thanks for inviting me.”

Jason nodded, “Of course! The party is just starting. Tara, Carly and Ryan are in the back with the kids. Your mom pulled got here about five minutes ago with Shanna. Lisa is currently talking to Tara’s parents. My parents should be here soon. There are a bunch of other people coming too.”

Chris nodded and made his way to the backyard. Music was playing and the kids were splashing in the pool. Carly waved, “Chris! I’m so glad you finally got here! Tara has a story to tell you!”

He laughed and grabbed a beer from the cooler. Tara began her story but Chris didn’t really listen. Zach Jarvis, Jon Leonard, Mark King and their families all wandered through the gate and with each arrival, Chris’ face fell a little more.

“Hey, you okay?” Tara wrapped an arm around Chris and he returned the gesture.

The actor sighed, “Yeah. I just… Sorry, it’s a bit ridiculous.”

The woman shook her head, “Not at all. I know it’s hard seeing everyone so happy. You’ll get there one day.”

Chris could only exhale lightly. Tara hugged him once more, “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. I’m gonna go get another beer. You might wanna keep an eye on Winnie. She’s about to go jump in the deep end and I know she doesn’t know how to swim yet.”

“Oh shit.” Tara turned and ran toward her young daughter.

Chris laughed as he watched Tara grab her child. Isaac Harden approached him and handed him a Stella Artois. Isaac smiled sheepishly, “Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but my fiancée invited a friend to come. I ran it by Jason and Tara and they said it was okay. Just wanted to give you a head’s up. I doubt she will cause any trouble but just in case, do you want me to keep her away?”

“No, it’s okay.”

The friend tilted his head, “I hear she’s cute. And single.”

A scoff escaped Chris, “Is that why Alaina invited her? Is it a set up?”

Isaac laughed, “Naw man. I wouldn’t do that to you. That’s some shit Jon or Kath would do. The friend’s name is Bekah.”

Chris shrugged, “Okay. So?”

With a sniff, Isaac replied, “I haven’t met the girl before but Alaina says she’s gorgeous and sweet. She also says that Bekah has like 7 properties around the world.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Chris bit back, “You think that impresses me?”

“Did I mention that she has a master’s in architecture from Oxford University? Alaina tells me that Bekah is amazing. I haven’t seen it yet though. Whenever she gets here, I’ll have Alaina introduce you to her.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna grab some food. You want anything?”

Isaac shook his head, “I’m good right now.”

Chris nodded and made his way into the house where people were milling about the table grabbing food. His mother pulled him aside, “You okay, baby boy? You seem a bit down.”

“I’m fine, Ma. I’m just hungry. You want anything?”

Lisa replied, “I’m okay. I’ve been snacking a little bit here and there.”

He smiled back at her, “Once I have a little food, I’m going to head back outside.”

“Okay baby.”

He walked around the table and piled his plate full of cheese, crackers, fruit salad and a couple of sandwiches. Then he went back outside to mingle,

Chris was sipping on his drink and talking to she walked through the gate. He stopped mid-sentence and could only stare. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and the sunlight made her green eyes shine. She was a bit taller, maybe five foot and seven inches tall and lean. In her hands, she held a twelve pack of Stella Artois beer, a container of homemade cookies and a bottle of wine. Alaina greeted her and her smile took Chris’ breath away.

The woman wore a light red and white sundress with a polka dot ribbon in her hair and white flats. Her sun kissed skin perfectly contrasted with the shade of red in the dress. Things started to grow dark for Chris and he realized he had been holding his breath. Now, though, he couldn’t start letting air into his lungs. The actor started to tilt.

“Chris!”

As he hit the ground, he felt his nose being pinched closed and air being pushed into his lungs. Slowly he took a deep breath then began to cough. His eyes opened and he saw her leaning over him. He sat up and tried to catch his breath. Lisa sat down next to her son, “Are you okay, Chris?”

With a gentle smile, the woman before him said, “Easy. Your lungs are hungry for air. Take slow deep breaths.”

The woman’s voice was soft and melodic, “Hi Chris. I’m Bekah.”

He slowed his breathing, “Thank you, Bekah.”

Jason extended his hand and helped Chris to his feet, “You scared us pal.”

Bekah stepped back, “You are feeling okay?”

Chris gulped slightly, “I’m better now. Thank you for helping me.”

She smiled again, “Of course. Take some water. I would slow down on the beer. Just my recommendation.”

Then she walked away. Chris’ eyes followed her the entire way. Tara tilted her head and looked up at her best friend, “I think she’s the one, Chris. Go talk to her.”

“It’s embarrassing. I just passed out in front of her, Tara. There’s no way that she’d ever consider me.”

His best friend of over twenty years bit back, “Just give her a try. You never know. I saw how she looked at you. She’s interested.”

“Not after what just happened.”

“Give her a fucking chance, Chris.”

“Honey,” Lisa broke in, “She’s glancing at you. I don’t think it’s out of concern either. She seems curious and interested. Go talk to her.”

Reluctantly, Chris looked over to where Bekah was sitting. His eyes met hers and he dipped his chin as if he was asking permission to approach her. Bekah tilted her head with a smile and nodded.

The actor made his way over to the brunette and she motioned for him to sit down, “I was talking to your friend about your time in the theater. I’m a bit of a thespian myself. Were you more musical or non-musical?”

Chris bit his lip, “I was more into musicals. You did theater too? What plays did you do?”

Bekah laughed again, a melodic sound, “It’s easier to say what plays I didn’t do. Honestly, I didn’t do a whole lot of theater. I was too busy with my acting career.”

“Acting career? I thought you were an architect.”

Bekah glanced away for half a second then focused her attention back to Chris, “I’m an architect now but I did some acting from the ages of eight to fifteen.”

Leaning back, Chris scratched his cheek, “Anything I might have heard of?”

A short pause filled the air then Bekah waved her hand, “Oh just small things. My first gig was a reoccurring role on a little show called 7th Heaven.”

“No shit? I knew someone on that show. And that’s not exactly a little show.”

“Yeah, I know. You dated Jessica Biel for five years. A couple of those years, I was on the show. It’s a small world because Jessica is a good friend of mine. Or she used to be before she went off her rocker with the anti-vax stuff.”

Chris let loose a long laugh and Bekah joined in, “I’m kidding of course. Jess is a great person and a good friend.”

The man beside her stood, “Do you want anything to drink? I’m gonna go grab me a beer.”

Bekah followed his lead and stood up, “I’ll join you. I could use a Stella right now.”

As the pair approached the cooler, Chris turned to Bekah, “So what other ‘small’ things have you done because I doubt they’re small.”

The woman beside him rubbed the back of her neck, “A cult following series called Harry Potter, a fantasy trilogy no one has heard of called Lord of the Rings and a little known sci-fi movie called Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.”

Chris all but dropped his beer, “Say again? Those aren’t small things!”

“Oh and I did this silly little superhero film starring some guy named Chris Evans as the Human Torch. I can’t quite remember the name of it. The Incredible Quad? The Fabulous Foursome?”

“The Fantastic Four.” Chris cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

She smiled broadly at him, “That’s it! I never had any scenes with the guy but I hear he’s lovely to work with.”

Chris smirked, “I wouldn’t know.”

Retreating back to the shade of the trees, Chris and Bekah sat at a small table that had been set up for the party. As they talked, Chris found himself completely enamored with this girl. She made him laugh so easily and it was obvious that she may be interested in him so he pushed a little further, “So why did you quit acting?”

Bekah sighed, “Honestly, I was tired of the lights and the cameras and the exposure. I went to my parents when I was sixteen and told them I was tired of the limelight. I didn’t want to be a child actress anymore. They accepted it with grace. I was about to graduate high school so I wanted to focus on other things like college and relationships that were crumbling.”

“You graduated high school at sixteen? And you went to college after?”

“I did. But I feel like we are talking too much about me. I want to know more about you.”

Chris shuddered a bit, “My life isn’t all that interesting.”

“Nonsense. I’m sure over your twenty plus years of acting, you have seen and experienced some stuff. What is the most exciting place you have filmed?”

The actor leaned back and raised the bottle to his lips, “I filmed in Costa Rica once. South Africa and Namibia were cool too when I went there. As for most exciting? I would probably say filming in Costa Rica. How about you?”

“Oh, most definitely New Zealand. I went to a set in Auckland and shot on a green screen. I also went with a couple of others to the area of the Shire. It was beautiful. I have filmed in London as well and that’s quite the city. If you have to pick a comfort character that you have portrayed, who would it be?”

Rolling his eyes to the sky in thought, Chris thought a moment then answered, “I know the most logical answer is going to be Steve Rogers but as my comfort character, he doesn’t quite make the cut. If I really had to choose? Fuck, that’s really hard. Hmmm. I’ll have to think about that. What about you?”

Bekah opened her mouth to reply but her phone rang. Glancing down at it, she threw Chris an apologetic glance, “I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”

As she walked away, Chris heard her say, “Hallo, das ist Frau Baker. Was brauchen Sie?”

Chris sat in shock unable to comprehend the fact the woman knew German. Tara and Lisa wandered over. Plopping down in the vacated seat, Tara smirked, “So, how’s it going?”

The man looked between his best friend and his mother, “She speaks German.”

Lisa spoke up, "Well, that's new. You’ve never been with a girl who knows German before."

Tara gasped "Chris, she's amazing! You have to ask her out."

He looked over to the side of the yard where Bekah was speaking animatedly on her phone. Tara poked him, “Earth to Chris. Pay attention to us.”

Lisa shot Tara a look, “Take it easy. He’s obviously interested in her. He just needs time.”

Tara made a face, stood and walked away. Chris turned to his mother, “Do you think I actually have a chance with this one?”

His mother put her hand on his arm, “It will only happen if you make it happen. Whether or not you have a chance is up only to you.”

Bekah returned to the table just as Chris was about to respond to his mother. With a smile, she addressed Chris and Lisa, “I’m sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to say how lovely it was to meet you both. I’m afraid I have to dash. I wish I could stay for the fireworks but something has come up with my Germany office. I have to leave in the morning to handle it.”

The older woman returned the smile, “It was nice to meet you too. I hope we see each other again.”

But Chris stayed silent. Lisa prodded him in the ribs and he yelped. Bekah’s lips twitched for half a second, “I hope so too.”

She turned and wandered over to Jason and Tara where she said her goodbyes. As she walked to the gate, Lisa poked Chris again, “If you don’t do it now, you’ll never know.”

He jumped to his feet and followed Bekah around the house, “Bekah, wait.”

She turned and almost hopeful asked, “Yes?”

“I wondered if you would like to go on a date.”

A wide grin spread across her face, “With you? Sure.”

“Great! Um, when?”

Bekah tightened her ponytail, “How about Friday of next week?”

“That sounds amazing. Do you wanna do dinner or..”

“Dinner sounds wonderful.”

His heart soared, “I’ll see you then.”

Bekah tilted her head, “Hand me your phone.”

“Why?”

“How else will you get ahold of me, silly?”

Feeling a hundred feet tall, Chris did so and Bekah input her information. As she turned to her car she stated, “I like pizza.”

#chris evans au #chris evans x ofc #chris evans series #chris evans fanfiction

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thisbipuff-isaswiftie · 2 years

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Hey there 🤓

I just wanted to ask if you could write an imagine about Chris x female reader? Like the get to know each other on set - she is working there as a make up artist or something and asks him for a favor being her date for family dinner (the fam isn’t very easy) and at the end of working together on set he kisses her at a party in front of everybody? Oder something like that?

Lots of love

Laura

Sure!!! Thanks for the request, Laura!!!!!

Maybe this is a little different than your request but bear with me. And this might be a bit shitty, I'm sorry.

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To Pretend, Or Not To Pretend | Chris Evans

Requested by - @lauraailin

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you~"

Warning: Swearing. Kissing, Angst. Boners. talks of sex. Flirting. Long, like really really long.

Containing: Angst, Fluff too. Friends to lovers. Co-workers to lovers. Shy!Reader, Captain America!Chris, Fake dating! au.

(ok but he is so hot in this GIF)

A normal day at work. Chris sighed as he got in the elevator, a coffee in his hand and the other one in his pocket. He smiled at everybody crossing him, and rolled his eyes at Robert's everyday morning text. Routine for Chris Evans. And a light up in his morning was looking at you.

You were well, you.

The person he loves to share his donuts with, and try weird food combinations with. You were the person that he would make his mission to make smile. And that smile would always make his heart flip. It wasn't really hard to make you smile, but it was easier to make you blush. And, god, did you look beautiful.

Chris chuckled as he saw you running from one place to another, your chestnut hair falling on your eyes. He liked how hard you worked, and you were independent. How you smelled of coffee beans and roses. He walked towards you, and quickly caught you, as you were losing balance. "Hey, beautiful."

You blushed and looked upwards to see your bearded friend. He helped you gain your balance again and held you. "Um, hi." You said in your sweet voice. Chris grinned at you. "How are you?" He asked you, throwing his cup in the garbage can. "I'm good," You said as you watched him, throw it and lead you by your waist. "I'm glad." He said and smiled towards you. Your eyes beamed shyly at him as he studied your face. "What?" you asked him, not really used to the attention he was giving you.

He cleared his throat, "Nothing."

He put a strand of hair behind your ear, and then smiled at you again. How do his cheeks not hurt? "Have a nice day, honey. And are we still on for the ice cream today?"

"I'm in mood for a frozen bottle mood than ice cream, is that alright?" You asked shyly. He rested his hand on the crook of your neck. "That's perfect for me," You smiled at him and giggled, and he swore his heart stopped as his cheeks turned red. "I-I'll see you at 5. I'll come towards your station."

"That's not really-"

"Hey, I want to. Besides, I love to see you work." You shyly looked up at him and blushed. "Really?" He just beamed at you. "Bye, honey."

"Bye." You whispered as he kissed your forehead.

.....

You were listening to your boss explain how he wants the face to be, how it should look in which angle, giving you an idea where to put a good amount of body glitter and where to tone it down. You looked at the actress you were assigned to, Chloe Bennett. You smiled back at her as she smiled at you. She was new at this, but she was very professional. You liked her. How could anyone not? She was pretty and beautiful, definitely did not stutter or shy away like you, and always fit in. Your heart sank in the pit of your stomach as you heard that degrading voice again.

She's the kind of person Chris would go out with.

You sighed as you remembered him.

You met Chris when you were new to the crew. They just started filming Captain America: Winter Soldier. You were the makeup artist assigned to Scarlet, and Chris was always in her trailer, and you never knew why. Scarlet would always give him looks; as if to tell 'i know why you're here but i am sick of you'. He used to make conversation with you and you used to give shy replies. But you never knew why he took an interest in you.

You were just a boring person who never talked out loud or was never wild. And nobody ever took an interest in you. But ever since that assignment, Chris was always around you. He was there when you were assigned to Gwyneth during Iron Man 3. And it was a wonder to you, how he got your number.

You were also wildly clumsy. That's how you got yourself embarrassed in front of him. Somehow, he was always there to catch you when you used slip from running from one trailer to another when they needed you. This job was hectic for you, but you still loved it.

And that was also another reason why you never met your family. Which gave your family another reason to tease you for not dating or not getting a boyfriend.

You hated how your mum would talk with you about how you needed to get married and how that cousin is getting married. You loathed how the aunts would talk about you harshly, even when you were right in front of them. You despised the way your brother would bully you in front of the whole family. The only person who would not talk about it, would be your father. He understood and never pried you about it, and you were so grateful for it.

He knew how it would get your anxiety up and running.

Number 189126th reason why you hated family functions. And one was coming close. Your brother, Luke, was getting married. You didn't want to go, as you had to face relentless comments on 'Look at her, she's not getting any younger.' and 'She is chubby. No wonder she can't get a boy.', and sympathetic looks that you hated the most.

You looked at your watch and sighed. It was almost 5. You became more nervous and your cheeks turned warm as you remembered the person you were supposed to meet. You had a crush on Chris, of course you did. I mean, he is the Chris Evans. He was literally everything a girl or a boy could actually ask for.

He was handsome, sweet and kind, and he had a hell of an ass.

But you were painfully aware, that he could never like you more than a friend.

.....

"What's got you down?"

"Huh?"

You were dumbfounded, snapped out of your thoughts. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?" You asked in your sweet, low voice. Chris looked at you with concern in his eyes. He sucked and licked his finger off, and threw the paper that was wrapped around his sub in the garbage can. "Are you okay? You've been zoned out for half the time." He stated, and your neck turned red again as you looked up at him again. "Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Well, um." She looked at Chris with hesitation in her actions, "My brother's wedding is coming up, and, well, I hate family functions."

Chris laughed at your directness. "Most people do."

"They pester me relentlessly!"

"About-"

"Well, you know about being single. Why can't I get a boyfriend or something, it's annoying and gets my self-esteem really low for the next whole month."

"Yeah, family can be like that." He studied your face, "Why don't you have a boyfriend?" He asked you. You blushed again, and your stomach turned and twisted nervously. I guess I was waiting for you.

I still am.

"Chris!" You whined. He grinned and gestured you to tell. "Wait, and please don't say work," You shook your head. "Fine I won't say work."

"Let's just say I was busy to think about such things because of my schedule filled with activities that earn me money-?'

Chris rolled his eyes playfully, and you giggled. "And, by the way who would want to date a person who hates attention, and is unbearably shy? Besides, I'm boring! I'm not wild or anything, I hate going to parties and-"

"So? That's what makes you, you." You looked at him with a confused expression. "It what makes you different. I-In a good way. I mean, we don't always want to dance at parties and grind on each other, sometimes-" He glanced at you, "Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers." You looked at him, stunned. You blushed furiously as you found yourself under his intense gaze again. He smiled at you, and you just stared at him.

"thanks?" you said, shyly.

"Sorry," He said and nervously chuckled. "It just came out. I just wanted to say that you are awesome and anybody would be lucky to date you." You giggled and kissed his cheek. He froze, as his cheeks reddened. "You're too sweet."

Chris gaped at you. You're too beautiful.

"Anyway," you stole a glance at Chris, "It's going to be hell. Every relative is going to like interrogate me, make fun of me. Why? Because I haven't got a man. I mean, how stupid is that!?

"But it won't hurt to have someone, you know? Someone to show off to my family, someone that would prevent me from getting bullied by my sisters and brothers." You rambled on. You looked at Chris, who was gaping at you. "I'm sorry." You said, your cheeks reddening again as you realized how much you babbled. "It's okay. You're my friend."

And I love listening to your voice.

You resisted the urge to wince at 'friend'.

"Um, I have an idea." You stared at Chris, who grew nervous. "Yeah?" You asked him. "Tell me," You urged him on. "How about I'll be your boyfriend?" He asked, his voice going low. But you heard him perfect making your ears red, and look up at him, shocked. "W-What?" You whispered. "Well, you know. We'll fake it, so you won't be troubled."

Of course. Fake it. "Mhmm, that'll be nice." you forced out, your heart aching. You didn't know why you were being so emotional. You expected this, didn't you? But, it still hurt. You had to get out of there as you felt your nose getting redder and your eyes starting to sting. "I'll tell you tomorrow, hm? It actually sounds nice. I've to go, seriously, Chloe's waiting."

"Oh yeah, sure."

"Bye, Chris." You hesitantly hugged him, burying your head in his shoulder, taking his scent in. "Thank you for the offer." You whispered and kissed his cheek again, as he you felt him kissing your temple. "Bye, Honey." You smiled at him and walked back.

.....

"Faking it?"

"Mhmm." You hummed back. "Oh come on, why can't you see it? He likes you!" Your face twisted in an outrageous 'the fuck you talkin' about' expression. "El, stop."

"I'm not joking, okay?" You stared at Elizabeth through the laptop screen. "What? Who'll take up the opportunity to be someone's fake boyfriend so that her family will get off her back?"

"Um, I don't know," You raised your eyebrows. "Good friends who care for each other?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "...and love each other." she mumbled. "Oh come on!" You threw your head back. "Look, Olsen. He's never going to like me! I mean i'm-"

"Okay, stop, you idiot. Do you remember what he said to you?"

"That doesn't-!"

"Just tell me what he told you again!"

"Sometimes, we want to lay on the grass and watch butterflies sit on sunflowers"

"Yes. Those are the words of a man who has no romantic feelings towards the person he's saying it to." You rolled your eyes, but your whole face was on fire. Was it possible?

No, God-

"Stop criticizing yourself, okay? You're fucking beautiful, and you know it." You looked down as you stuffed your stuff into your bag. "Thanks." You said, lowly. "Come on!" You looked at Elizabeth, her face had softened. "Let's go out today!" You raised your eyebrows at her. "No.'"

She whined, "Please!"

"We'll go that nightclub your brother's always talking about. Come on! Please. You need a break, okay?"

You sighed and slightly rubbed the bridge of your nose. You did need a break. You sighed, "Fine."

"Yay!"

.....

You weren't supposed to be drunk. You were supposed to take care of Elizabeth. But here you were, stumbling through the bar as you called a cab. Elizabeth..found someone. Someone you obviously did not approve of, but well, she's Elizabeth Olsen. She can handle herself. So you got yourself out. You had no interest in watching sweaty bodies dancing as highly idiotic songs with the most exhausting lyrics playing the background. "Taxi!" You yelled. You were tired.

You felt more than discouraged.

Weren't you enough? Why weren't you like everybody? Why weren't you wild? You groaned loudly and kicked the pavement. Instead of dancing at parties while gulping down vodka shots, you liked drinking lattes while surfing through Barnes & Noble or watching Modern Family while drawing mandala art. You sat down on the ground, and looked around.

Well, you were going to be wild.

Just this time, maybe just maybe, you'll feel like you belong. Maybe you won't get pestered by your family. So you took out your phone and fiddled with it.

Hey, Chris.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :).

.....

You woke up in a messy bed with a weird bed sheet. You turned around quickly, wincing as you felt your brain freezing as the headache crept in. Where were you? You squinted your eyes as you felt the harsh sunshine hitting you. Groaning, you got up and looked around. Awfully familiar. Fortunately, you spotted an aspirin and a glass of water sitting on the bedside table. You reached for the pill, and sighed. Gulping, you got out of the covers. God, what were you wearing. Fucking uncomfortable.

You looked on the floor, and found your phone. You picked up it, and narrowed your eyes as you found weird texts. Great! :)

From Chris.

Your eyes widened in panic, and you quickly went to chats. What was great? What was he talking about? Your heart was racing and your mind was panicking. You took in a deep breath and entered the chat.

I've thought about it, and sure, you'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend :)

Oh dear god.

No, no. No.

"Oh, hey! You're awake!" You jumped as you looked ahead and saw a blonde guy. Now, you were confused as hell. Wait the fuck up. You didn't do anything, did you? But all your clothes were on. You chuckled nervously, "Yeah! I woke up. Uhm-Who-Who are you?" The guy laughed. "Oh, um. I'm here with Elizabeth."

You made an "oh" face as realization hit you. "I'm Dave. Dave Johnson." He held an hand out. You shook it, reluctantly. "Um where is El?"

"Oh! She's in the toilet." You nodded and jumped through the messy bedroom and went right in front of the bathroom. "Elizabeth?" You whispered, as your neck turned red. "Yeah?" She replied back, loudly. "Uhmm, I have a problem. Kind of a big one."

"What kind of a problem?"

"A Chris problem."

You gasped as you felt her hand grasping your forearm, and pulling you in. "Elizabeth-!"

"What kind of a Chris problem?" She asked frantically. You gulped and showed her the text, you studied her face as she read them. "Wait-Didn't you say that you were gonna say no?"

"I drunkenly texted him last night!" You said, and put your hand on your forehead. "You'd do me a big favor by being my boyfriend?" Elizabeth snorted, and giggled. You slapped your hands on her shoulder as she squealed. "Hey! Hey! STOP!" You gasped and stopped and narrowed your eyes at her angrily. "What am I gonna do?" You said. "God, I knew going to that going to that nightclub was a bad idea! This your fault, your fault!" You yelled angrily.

"Wait-Oh my god, stop rambling. Listen! Look at this the good way, your family might actually stop teasing you! And your mother will stop pestering you about marriage!" You looked at her, your forehead pinching, as you realized she was right. "But-"

"No! Okay. Try something like this for once, please. Maybe something actually might happen." She wiggled her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, "Nothing's gonna happen, okay? But, fine." Elizabeth squealed. "Yes! Go get some!"

You turned red again. "Shut up! And by the way, speaking of getting some," you cleared your throat. "Who's the blonde Dave out there?" You quietly giggled as you saw her blush, "Did you both-?"

"No! I mean-no. We found you in my bed, when we came home. Yes, we were about to have sex, but we didn't. He helped me placing you neatly, and then we had coffee and talked on the sofa." She said, her voice shy. "All night?"

"All night."

You smiled.

.....

"Hey!" You froze as you heard the voice you loved the most, yet it was the voice that you dreaded hearing the most today. "Honey!"

You blushed at the nickname and turned around. You looked at him and smiled, your cheeks turned more of a furious red when he grinned at your smile. He had such a beautiful smile. "Hi," He said and looked at you somewhat shyly. "Hey," you said softly. Chris' heart was beating harder, oh how he loved hearing your wondrous voice. It always made him soft and fuzzy from the inside. "So," he took a deep breath. He was nervous. He took a risky step, suggesting that they create a ruse. A ruse that held them dating so that your family will get off your back. It was an honest idea; just so her family will leave her alone.

But it also felt like....like an opportunity. A chance that maybe she will also like him back, or maybe it was his one chance at being her boyfriend, being her partner, to love her, to hold her, to be hers. Even if it was all fake, perhaps this was his only opportunity. It still ached.

"You said yes!" He exclaimed as if she had truly given him a chance to date her. You looked at him nervously, groaning on the inside. Honestly, those blues of his can be the cruelest. "Mhmm," you hummed back giving him your most happy smile. His blue eyes can make you do anything. They were mesmerizing. Yet they were also intimidating for you. Those blues would dominate your thoughts so easily. How could you tell him that you couldn't do this?

"When is the wedding exactly?" He asked you, as he continued to walk you down to your department. "Uhm," you cleared your throat. "Next weekend. If that's okay for you?" you asked him. "That's aweso-I mean, yeah i'm good." You softly giggled at his mixed reply. "Okay," you said as you looked at him adoringly.

"I'll have to tell them that i'm bringing someone." You rolled your eyes, "That's going to be.....ughhhh." You groaned. You could practically picture how it was going to be. But your thoughts were averted when you felt Chris' hand on your shoulder and felt his breath on your ear. "Maybe we can start our ruse then." You raise your eyebrow at that, but he just grins.

.....

"What are you going to do?" You asked him again and again. But he just dismissed you with a mischievous grin and a 'trust me' or a kiss on your cheek. You were at your home and ready to video call our brother. "You ready?" Chris asked, his voice masked with playfulness. You shrugged your shoulders and looked at him with sheer boredom.

"Kay'." You called them on your laptop and took in a deep breath, bracing for teasing that will probably result in a mental breakdown or the most agonizing overthinking session in the middle of night. "Hey there, sis!" your brother greeted you. You laughed nervously, "Hey." you said back. "So, why did you call? I mean besides that you're alone, and you have no one to talk to? Hehe." He joked, but it still hurt you. "Um, about that-"

"You must be so miserable, watching actors flirt with someone that is not you." He laughed again, you looked around, uncomfortable. You were already feeling like crying. Your brother was teasing you about how pathetic you were in front of your crush. "Yeah, so why did you call?" He continued as your voice already died in your throat.

Chris raised his eyebrows, how can your brother be so rude to you? He knew this was making you upset, he could see through you so easily. "About my seating? Yeah, um-"

"Yeah, yeah. I know you're coming alone, no need to tell me again." He said, rolling his eyes. You flinched but continued on. "No, about that, Luke. I'm bringing someone." You sighed as you waited for the retorts and the jokes that would hurt you to the core. But all that you were greeted with was silence. Deafening silence. Chris waited for your brother's reply in the kitchen, craning his neck.

Your breath trembled because the silence was more undermining and pathetic. "Are you serious?" Your brother asked you, his voice astonished. God, you were so pathetic. You sighed again, and nodded and smiled. "Oh my god!!!" Your brother started laughing. Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach. You looked at him with glossy eyes, that were serious. "Wait-!" He studied your face, "Y-You're serious?" He asked you and you nodded. "No you can't be!" He said.

That was Chris' cue.

"Hey, honey! What did you want for lunch? I could make something or do you wanna order takeout?" He asked you loudly, so that your brother would hear him. Your spine froze and you saw your video on the call and saw Chris walking without a shirt on in the kitchen. Your brother squinted and looked behind you. Your cheeks turned a furious red as you stared aghast at Chris. That was his plan?

"Who the fuck is that?"

Chris turned around and saw you on the call. He pretended to be surprised and came walking towards you. Hotness consumed your whole body, as he came closer and closer. "Oh, you finally called! She can be very forgetful, can't she?" He asked your brother, who was dumbfounded, looking at very sculptured Chris. He put his arm around you and pulled you into his chest. You were sure that you looked like the apple that you dressed up as at your school's annual gathering. "Um, y-yeah I guess-guess-" Your brother stuttered.

"I like, had to remind her so many times to call you." He feigned his kindness towards your brother. Your brother was speechless, and couldn't say anything. Chris internally smirked at his state. "Hi, I'm Chris Evans." He introduced himself. Your brother visibly gulped, "Y-Yeah I know you, you're a," he cleared his throat. "You're a very talented actor." Chris grinned, "Thanks."

"So, I guess it's clear that we're gonna need two seats, right next to each other, obviously."

"Mhmm." Your brother hummed as a reply. "I'll get on that."

"Thank you," Chris said as you mumbled a 'thank you' too. "Your sister is wonderful, she's the most beautiful person ever," Chris kissed your cheek and lingered over there. "Hang in there." He mumbled to you, quietly. You just nodded, but you were getting comfortable in his chest and snuggled more. "We'll see you at the wedding!" Chris said.

You get up from your position, unwillingly obviously, and looked at your brother looking between you. "Bye." You said, and ended the call. You were unsure about what to do now. You slowly turned to be met with a Chris with his playful smile on. You grinned shyly. This felt...awesome. To watch your brother's face dumbfounded. "Wow." you said, and chuckled. "That was...great." you said, looking at Chris, who still had his hand around your waist, pulling you close.

"I know." He said proudly and looked at you. You looked at him-no, you beamed at him with adorableness. He blushed as he got caught under your gaze. "Actually, that was awesome!" You said out loud, but turned red again when you realized what you did. "I mean-I've never seen my brother so, so-"

"Captain-ed." Chris said slyly, and you raised your eyebrow.

"Did you make that up, or some guy tweeted it?"

"I...made that up." He sighed. You shook your head and chuckled. "How about this? For that special treat, I owe you." you offered. "Oh, you're gonna regret that.." Chris said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Am i?" you said with a confident smile. "I want your special vanilla pancakes and your L/N's special bacon for breakfast," He said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh come on!" You whined.

"Please," He begged you and pouted. You blushed again, suddenly acknowledging the fact that he was still very shirtless, and just nodded. You walked towards your kitchen and bit your lip. Chris just scratched his neck and stared at you cooking. You always looked so...mesmerizing when you worked. The way your so tempting, so kissable lips turned red as you bit them down, and eyes would go wide when you concentrate hard. You would look so bloody gorgeous. It made him distract and he would just dive deep down into...well, you.

Chris sighed and fixed his beautiful blue hues on your figure that worked swiftly.

You were making the batter for your pancake when you realized that Chris was staring at you with his eyes that held a weird expression. You couldn't make out what exactly he was feeling, but you blushed furiously under his daze. You cleared your throat and looked at him with a somehow hopeful feeling. Chris snapped out of his daze and realized you were staring at him. His heart pounded against his chest, and he thought that you were thinking about what a weirdo he was. He scratched his nape and looked at the ground. "Sorry," He mumbled, and you just smiled, your eyes sparkling. "It's alright." You said, your voice shy. "Can I help you?" He asked.

"Um," You looked around the counter, "You know what, could you stir the batter, while I go freshen myself?" You asked, and he just nodded and walked towards you. You tried to take your apron off, but the tie was jumbled and you couldn't get hold of it. You groaned and turned around, but your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw Chris standing right in front of you.

Standing very close to you.

He looked down at you, and you swallowed, feeling intimidated by his height. Your eyes glanced up at him, and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "You need any help?" You just nodded, not realizing that his voice went down to a whisper. You glanced at him again, heat rising in both of your bodies, as you turned again.

Chris gulped as he saw the back of your sundress, you looked so beautiful. His fingers brushed down at your back and you gasped softly. Your stomach took leaps, that you internally begged for to stop, as one of his hands grasped your waist gently and pulled you a little close. Chris glanced at your reflection from the fridge in front of you, he exhaled deeply and slowly started to pull a strand and release the tie. He looked at your neck intently as he heard you sigh when you felt his breath on your neck.

You breathed in when he was done, and stood still for a few seconds, and then twisted again. Your eyes didn't dare to glance at him, and you gulped again. You took of your apron and kept it on the counter, "Thank you," you whispered. You stepped away from him to your room.

"Fuck." Chris whispered to himself, as you were out of the kitchen. What was happening to them? He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the bowl full of batter.

While you quickly closed your door and rested your head against it. You sighed and bit your lip as you allowed your eyes to stare at the ceiling.

This was really going to be interesting.

.....

"Did you take everything?" Elizabeth yelled from the other room. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes. "Yes mom!" you said cockily. "Well, don't blame me when you forget your only comfortable bra!" She said and you sighed.

Clothes for 4 days. Check.

Toiletries. Check.

Passport. Check.

Book to read. Check.

Being in love with Chris Evans. Check.

You closed your eyes and rolled your neck. Why was this happening to you? Why couldn't you have a normal life and not be in love with a celebrity who does not like you?

You checked your watch, 4.25.

You turned your head when you heard El walking in. She clapped her hands and looked at the bag, "You need help closing it?" You shook your head. She sighed and plopped down on your bed. Her eyes landed on your concerned face. "Hey," She took your hand. "Everything's going to be fine, don't worry." You smiled and nodded. "So," She emphasized on the 'o'. You narrowed your eyes at her. "What?"

"Nothing. Just wondering when your knight in shining armor will arrive." She said nonchalantly, you rolled your eyes. "I told you to stop calling him that!" She grinned. "What? He is your knight in shining armor! Look at how he jumped up to help you! And he's also picking you up....."

You sat down on your bed. "I told him that he doesn't need to do that." You told her, "And what did he say?" She asked, tauntingly.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't?" You mumbled quietly. "What? I couldn't hear you?" You rolled your eyes. "He said, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wouldn't!" You lied down on the bed and stared at your fan. "When is your flight again?"

"5.15."

"-and when is he coming?" You raised your eyebrows and gestured to the door when you both hear the doorbell ring. "He's here." You say, secretly smirking. She rolled her eyes and got up. You went and opened the door, and smiled at Chris who smiled at you too. "Come in," You invite him and let him inside. You closed the door, and walked towards the door. "You done packing?" He asked. "Obviously." you said cockily.

He chuckled and took off his sunglasses. He looked at you, scanning his eyes up and down. You turned red. He smiled and checked your new blue jumpsuit, you looked really cute. And sexy. Chris' ear turned pink, and he quickly brushed off the thought. But he still kept staring you, making your heart race under his gaze again. Why did he always look at you like that?

You were both interrupted by a cough. You played with your toes while Chris snapped his neck at the voice. "Okay, you two lovebirds. You should get going." Chris eyebrows scrunched and you giggled quietly. He looked so adorable like that. Chris smiled at your giggle but still kept looking at the person that interrupted his daze. "Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, yeah it's me. Now don't you wanna get along?" She said, impatiently. "El!" You scolded her while walking towards your room. You shook your head at your bag still open on your bed. You really needed help with that. You nervously scratched your neck. "Chris!" You called him. "Yeah honey?" He came and looked at you and then glanced at the bag. Nodding his head, he came towards you and gestured for you to do something that you didn't understand. "What?" He shook his head and suddenly grasped your waist with both his hands and lifted you up and settled you on the bag. You squealed and quickly put your hands around his neck. He sighed sharply and you looked at how close our faces were.

Coughing, you looked down as he moved away a bit. You looked up again and smiled sweetly at him. "Knees towards your chest." He instructed and you laughed while doing the same. He pulled your chain and closed the bag, and suddenly lifted you up again, while you wrapped your hands around his neck again. You softly giggled and kissed his nose as he blushed. "Shall we?" He asked and took your hand. You nodded and lifted your bag.

"I thought you guys took a little detour," Elizabeth stated loudly. "Shut up Olsen!" You both yelled in unison. She just put both of her hands up in surrender.

He led towards the car and you drove off to the airport.

.....

"Please return to your seats, and fasten your belts. We're about to land in 20 mins. Thank you."

You looked away from the window and turned your eyes on Chris. He was asleep, with his goggles lopsided on his nose. You giggled quietly at him and tapped his nose and he woke up, startled. "Good morning." You said and giggled quietly. He just groaned again and kept his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes again. You smiled sweetly and nudged him with your shoulder. "Huh?" He hummed. "We're about to land," You said. But he just whined and snuggled his head more into your shoulder. You chuckled and kissed his forehead making him blush. "Come on, you can sleep on the way home." You said and he mumbled a small 'okay' making you giggle again.

You turned your head back to your window and gazed over the fields.

The sun was stalking over the beautiful marigold fields that you remembered you took your picnics to. You gasped as you saw some familiar streets as the plane lowered slowly. You came rarely here, so it never ceased to excite you even though you spent years of your childhood here. You sighed and looked forward as the plane was about to touch the ground again. "Hey," You heard Chris whisper.

"Hey." You whispered back. "Happy to be back home?" He asked you, his voice low. You shrugged and breathed in. "Kinda." He smiled and kissed your temple. You leaned in his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You were just not ready for the rollercoaster ahead of you.

.....

You could feel prying eyes as you walked towards your front door. You just knew that your brother had gloated to your mother and she was probably waiting for you. You sighed and walked on your front porch, and looked back, waiting for Chris. He smiled at you and jogged towards you, he kissed your forehead and walked towards the door with you. "You ready?" You nodded and heavily knocked on the door. You internally scoffed when the door opened instantly. "Hello!" Your mom greeted you. "Hi." You said and smiled weakly.

"Hello there." Your mom went towards Chris. Chris chuckled nervously, and awkwardly waved at her. "Well come on in!" She said and opened the door wide. You pulled your bag with you, but Chris intervened. "Let me take it, honey." He said but you just shook your head. He kissed your cheek again making you blush harder, as he took your bag as well as his. Your mom raised your eyebrows as you became shy.

You took off your scarf and hung it on the stand. Chris expectantly with lips pressed against each other. "Oh!" You exclaimed. "Right, down the hall, second room on the left. He nodded and sprinted, as you giggled. As he disappeared from the scene, your mom stepped towards you. "He's..well, let's not be modest, he's hot. How'd you nail him?"

"Mom!" You said, embarrassed. "What?" She said and shrugged. You shook your head, "Where's dad?" You mumbled. "Dad!!" You called. "I'm right here, pumpkin." You grinned as you saw your dad come in with a beer in his hand. "Dad!!!" You hugged him tightly.

"Hi, sweetheart."

You pulled back but then rest your head on his chest again. "I heard that you have a guy now? hmm?" You playfully rolled your eyes. "Be nice." You whispered. "Yeah, we don't wanna drive him away. This might be the last chance she gets a boyfriend, I mean she's not getting any prettier." Your mom spoke up. You gulped down the urge to cry your eyes out right there as your heart clenched. Your dad was about to retort but you pulled him back. You smiled weakly at your dad who rubbed your shoulders to comfort you. Chris came in his hands rubbing each other.

Your dad raised his eyebrows at him. You cleared your throat and got out of your father's embrace as he fold his arms and went towards Chris. "Mom, Dad." You said and looked at Chris, who smiled so lovingly at you. "This is my boyfriend, Chris Evans." You announced and sighed as Chris slipped his hand around your waist. You smiled at him and he leaned to kiss your cheek. "So you're the one who's trying to win my daughter?" Your dad asked and you rolled your eyes. "Dad-"

"Well, guess what hotshot. She's not an object to win, got it?" Chris nodded. "Yes sir." He said. He smiled proudly when your father put his hand out for him to shake. Chris grabbed his hand and they shook, firmly. Your dad nodded in approval. "Good grip." You bit your lip as you saw Chris' hand, his big hand. It's so larger than yours, but it still fits perfectly. You blush as Chris links his hand with yours.

"Come on, I need help with dinner."

"Oh, I'll help you!" Chris volunteered. Your mom raised her eyebrows again. "He's a great cook, mom. And I'm sure he'll not spoil your mashed potatoes secret." Your mom nodded and gestured for Chris to come with her. You giggled as you heard her say, "I just put some vodka in it, and they think its some kind of family secret I've been keeping."

You knew that Chris was going to fit just right.

.....

You settled in your bedroom and looked at the room. It had been so long since you've been here. You grinned as you saw all your posters that you hung up, the small song quotes you wrote on the wall, and the doodles that you drew on the desk when you were bored.

"Wow," You jumped when you heard him say that. You didn't notice him there, "Sorry if I startled you, honey." He said and held your shoulders from behind. "What was the 'wow' for?"

"Well," he chuckled. "I'm in the y/n's room!"

"The? I would add the 'The' if I was in your room!"

Chris shook his head and roamed around in your room. He chuckled at the small bed. Wait. There were gonna have to sleep together in the small bed. Chris cleared his throat. He imagined what it would be, cuddling you while sleeping, waking up to you and your bushy morning hair. Your scent stuck to the pillow-

"So you'll be sleeping here?" Your mom came in. You blushed at the thought of you both sleeping together. "Well, yeah." Chris said and shrugged. "Okay." She said, "Dinner's ready in 30 mins. And your brother's fiance is coming."

"Oh, great!" You said. You've been wanting to meet her, but never had the chance to, obviously. Your brother never told you about her. He blames it on you, of course, but sometimes you feel bad about being so busy. She goes leaving you both alone. "So..."

"So..."

"You wanna unpack?" You both say in unison. You both laugh awkwardly and just nod at each other. "Come on, I'll help you." Chris offered when he saw you struggling at picking up your bags. "Here you go." He strained as you both lifted your bag up.

"We're staying for just four days, what have you got in here? It's so heavy?" He asked as he sat down on the bed. You giggled at his question, and moved closer to him. He feigned being tired and you smiled at him, putting a strand of his hair back when it lands on his eyes. "Nothing, it's just gifts. For the family." You said and sighed. Chris looked at you as you played with honey brown hair. He inhaled sharply as he felt your hand going through his hair. He stared right in front of him, your waist coming in his eye level. He slid his arms around your waist and rested his head on your waist/stomach. You sighed calmly, but your heart was thudding against your chest so loudly. Chris snuggled more into your warmth and you giggled quietly.

"Still tired, are we?" You asked, your voice low.

Chris just nodded into your stomach and you chuckled again. "Okay." You whispered and kissed his head. Chris was just relieved that his face was hidden because he was looking like a tomato. He gripped your waist tighter, when you tried wiggle out. "Come on, you sleep for 20 mins, I'll go freshen up." Chris whined and moved his head side to side.

You rested your chin on his head. "okay. Then what do you want to do?"

Chris effortlessly picked you up as you silently squealed. He layed down on the bed and laid you down on his body. You looked up to him, "Are you sure this isn't uncomfortable for you?" You asked him, but he just mouthed 'nope'. You then rested your head on his chest, but were startled when he slightly jumped. You looked up again, your forehead pinching. He gulped, "I mean we can move if you're uncomfortable."

You just rested your head on his chest again and sighed, your eyes closing. You felt him relaxing and you slightly smiled and snuggled more into him. Chris smiled and closed his eyes too, breathing in your scent. You yawned as you felt slumber coming to you while you listened to Chris' calm heart beating.

.....

You came out of the bathroom carefully, not wanting to wake up Chris. You bit your lip from smiling when you saw him sleeping on your bed, he looked so cute. "Wow, you are smitten." You jumped and looked in the direction the voice came from. "Oh, I didn't you were here." You said shyly.

"We came here 5 mins ago. Mom was wondering how much time it was taking you, so she sent me." You nodded at his answer. You smiled and looked at him, "So? How's the missus?"

"Not yet. God, I can't wait anymore." He said. You chuckled. "Look who's smitten now." He shook his head and looked at you as you combed your hair. "no, but seriously. How did you nail him?" He asked, and you nervously looked down. "I was his make-up artist, I am his make-up artist. We came closer, and I fell for him. Honestly, I thought it was unrequited love. But he just one day blurted out that he was in love with me and couldn't keep it in anymore."

"Awww." He said. "Yeah." You sighed.

"Well, you're lucky. I mean Chris Evans," He emphasized. "And you." He said, his voice going down as if to say that you were inferior. You hummed back, not amused by his comment because you honestly expected this. You looked at the dress, it was black and had floral designs on it, and had a net neckline that went deep until a bit of your cleavage showed, it fell right above your knees. You twirled a bit and smiled. "I hate you, but you look beautiful right now."

You chuckled dryly. "Thank you."

"But damn, not beautiful enough for him to like you. Like I know he could've done better but..." He trailed off as he went outside the room. "By the way, welcome back sister." You shook your head and looked back. Your apparent boyfriend was still sleeping. You sat beside him and went to mess his hair until his hand caught your wrist. You gasped as he pulled you closer to him, his breath fanning his face. "What he said is not true, got it?" He said, his voice deep.

"What?" You whispered.

"What he said-you are not beautiful enough to date me'-I m-mean any other guy, who may be an actor, a singer, a damn millionaire, you are so fucking beautiful and smart a-and," He gulped. "-and lovely. Any guy would so friggin' lucky to have you, you know that right?"

You nodded, your eyes leaving his blue hues to how close your bodies were. You gulped, your eyes shy, not wanting to meet his sparkling crystal blue eyes. "Mhmm." Chris looked at you, he breathed in your state. He loved to see you so flustered, it made him want to kiss you-

"They're starting dinner in 10 minutes, you might want to freshen up a bit." You said. He just nodded and moved, directly going to the bathroom. You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

You looked up to the ceiling and take a deep breath. How is this supposed to help? How was this supposed to help you get over him?

You were falling deeper now. And you didn't want to stop yourself.

"You ready?"

"As long as you are, honey."

.....

You sighed and looked outside the room, as the clouds cleared up, and the sun came up. Your chest was trembling when tears blurred your vision as you remembered the scene of last night. Your head was hurting of the overthinking and embarrassment, it was too much. You felt arms slither around your waist and you rested your head on his chest, sniffling. "Good morning."

You smiled and closed your eyes. "Mhmm."

Chris held you and kissed your head. He looked at you as you swayed in his arms. "What are you doing?" He asked, his neck craning forward. "Well, we have to dance at the wedding. Shouldn't we practice?"

"We have to dance?"

"Well yeah. It's necessary, and by the way, it gives you the chance to impress me with your dance skills." You say cockily. He smirked and picked you up, twirling you around. You let out an adorable gasp and quickly gripped his shoulders, holding for life. He laughed when he noticed the look on your face. You scoffed and looked away, "You have to stop doing that." His heart went warm when he saw your cute pout.

He grabbed your waist again and turned you, pulling you close, and swaying side to side. He leaned in your ear as your whole body went hot. "Never." You giggled as he twirled you on the ground, and then pulled you in and jumped and went around dancing and waltzing with you. You smiled, your teeth showing, your heart flowing.

You giggled as he dipped you suddenly and you held onto his shoulders and inhaled sharply as your noses touched together. When he pulled you back up, you rested your head on his shoulder and he pulled you more closer, swaying at the silent melody.

He sighed and buried his head into your hair, as you did in the crook of his neck. Only if you could stay like this forever.

But you both suddenly jumped back. You turned to meet with, amelia, your brother's fiance. "Oh hello." She said, suppressing a sly smile. You knew she was secretly watching you both. You blushed and stepped away from Chris. "Hi," you muttered shyly. Chris cleared his throat and looked at you, "I should shower." You nodded as he moved to the bathroom. "Oh, and the men are calling you to get a beer and play pool? Like they're leaving after 40 mins." Chris nodded and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you."

"And we have to go shopping!" She linked her hands with you and you chuckled at her. "Yes, yes we do. So, don't interrupt us." You said cockily. You giggled as Chris raised his brows and raised his hands in surrender. "Wouldn't think of it. Oh, and" He walked towards you and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering there a little while. "Bye, honey." You looked up at him, flustered and caught off guard. You cmiled shyly at him and nodded. "Bye."

You bit your lip and walked away with Amelia, your cheek tingling from where he kissed you.

Amelia nudged your shoulder and you looked at her. "He's right. You are so smitten." She giggled as you positively reacted and blushed.

"Shut up."

.....

You walked through the market, looking at the beautiful souvenirs, jewellery, and dresses, and silently squealed as you saw your favourite bakery. "So..." You heard amelia's voice. You smiled dreamily, "So..." You repeated on. "Oh come on! Tell me how it is to be with him!" She whined.

You giggled and looked back at her. "Magical." You whispered.

She squealed and followed your pace. "I need more details! Is he the brooding type or does he like to cuddle? Or is he one of those guys that are tough from the outside but are just like a teddy bear from the inside. "Quite the opposite actually." You answered. You heard Amelia gasp and chuckled. "Tell me more, please!"

"Alright, alright. But you have to buy me a bagel first. Ooh and you're gonna have to let me browse in Barnes & Noble." Amelia nodded and dragged you to sit on a bench nearby. "Well...?"

You took a deep breath. "He's the best. Like he's so soft with me and never ever hurts me. He likes to hug me, and oh the many forehead kisses I get, but I can't get enough of them," You sighed, realizing how true these facts actually were. "He likes to cuddle with me, and always takes me out for lunch from work. Like it's our thing you know? He's like....perfect. And I know nobody's perfect but he's like so nice and kind, and I can't point out that something that he has, but he's makes me feel so...giddy. Makes me feel as if I'm the only girl in the world." You breathed calmly as you chose your words. "And, god, am i in love with him.

You smiled shyly as you heard her softly giggle beside you.

"Oh, that you are." She said and took hold of your forearm again. "You are so whipped."

You smiled, but you smiled painfully, suddenly being aware of the fact that it is all play. It's all fake and just to show. Your heart ached by realizing that this might be just an act. That all the sweet nothings that he whispers in your ear is to convince, but it felt so real.

After all, he's an actor, isn't he?

You sighed and looked at Amelia and chuckled. You smiled in pain, because of the fact that you're in love with him, and you're in so deep. But he doesn't love you.

And he never will.

"Oooh, and what about sex?" Your breath hitched in your throat and you blushed. You looked down, and bit your lip. "I'm not talking about that." You mumbled shyly. Amelia 'ooh'-ed once again and your heart started beating faster. "Just one tiny detail."

Your brain started thinking mischievously and you started to get up. "He's very dominating. And I love it."

.....

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris asked you. You tightly smiled at him, and nodded. You were trying so hard not to tear up, but just looking at him made your ears ring. It was too much for you, to look at him and feel so loved, but knowing it was all false. You breathed in deep and sighed as you placed your napkin on your lap. You tried your best to convince Chris that you were alright, but he sensed something was wrong.

To him, you were as transparent as a new glass window. He could literally see through you. "Are you sure?" You hummed in response. He felt confused. He looked down at your hand, he wanted to hold your soft hand and draw circles on them. He sighed and smiled at the family while shoving his napkin into his collar. You cleared your throat and looked around.

You all were out to have dinner in a restaurant. It was the oldest restaurant in your town, and it was rated the best, You remembered the many times you came here when you were little. You smiled at the memories. "So what do you want to order?" Your dad asked. You looked at the menu. "I'm really in the mood to eat indian." You said.

Your mom raised her eyebrows, judgingly. "Really, Y/n? Maybe you should get a salad, you have to fit in your bridesmaid's dress." You breathed in heavily, tears clouding your eyes. You looked down and tried to keep your eyes away from everybody else. But your father and Chris knew what was going on. Your father was about to open his mouth, but then Chris started to speak. "Actually Indian seems good, nice choice baby." He said and kissed your cheek. You blushed and glanced up at him and bit your lip. Before you know it, you kissed his cheek.

Chris' heart skipped a beat.

Your eyes widened, realizing what you had just done. You swallowed, and looked down, while Chris was biting his lip, his whole face heating up. "Sorry." you mumbled, so only he could hear it. But he just smiled and shook his head. "It's okay." He said sheepishly. He quickly kissed your temple and studied the menu.

"Oh my gosh, Charlie!!" You heard your mom's shrill cry. You looked up, your eyebrows scrunched up. Charlie? Which Charlie was she talking about-oh. You swallowed your saliva when you saw him. Chris looked up when you did, his face reciprocated one of concern. Who was Charlie? He looked at the guy that was grinning and waving at your mom, side-glancing you. He had wavy raven hair, that were a bit longer, and green eyes, and he was wearing a long purple shirt that hung on his strong shoulders. He was wearing a locket and he wrapped his arms around your mother as he went to hug her. Chris' eyes narrowed when he saw his silver chain bracelet hanging on his wrist, on his veiny hands. Who was this guy?

He looked down at you, a questioning look across his face, but his jaw clenched as more confusion and some kind of anger spread in his chest when he saw you gaping at him.

You raised your eyebrows at him, what was he doing here? "Y/n, honey, you do remember Charlie?" You smiled politely. "Of course, I do." Hell, he was your first boyfriend and your prom date. He was your first love and heartbreak. Of course, you remembered him. "Hey, Charlie." You said, softly. He looked back at you, you didn't notice it but he practically lit up when you spoke to him. "Hi, there."

You smiled at him. Why exactly was he here? You thought, Chris' burning stare going unnoticed. "Why don't you join us?" Your mom asked politely. But Charlie shook his head, "No, It's alright, besides I'm here with my friends."

"Well, you have to come to the wedding!" You said. He looked at you, his eyes suddenly shining. "Of course I'm coming, love. Your brother has invited me to his bachelor party so..." You blushed from embarrassment as you hear him call you 'love'. You nodded at him, and smiled again. But by this time, Chris was fuming. Who the hell was this guy? Why was he calling you 'love'? Who the fuck gave him the right to call you love? His knuckles were white, and he wanted nothing but to kiss you in front of him and claim you his.

"Y/n, why don't you walk him to his table?" You looked at your mom, your face adorned with question, now. What was she trying to do? But as she gestured you to go on, you felt a grip on your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat when you turned to Chris who was clenching his jaw. You scrunched your eyebrows at him but he just shook his head. You flushed under his intense gaze, your beat increasing fast.

You bit your lip at your mom who was slightly smirking, while your father shook his head. "Um, I should go. Bye, Mrs, L/n, Bye, Y/n." Charlie said his goodbye's and went back to his table. Chris gulped and looked down his lap, but then he slightly smiled when he felt your hand softly placed on his. You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. He got mesmerized when he locked his eyes with yours, yours that were shiny and beautiful and so gentle, and it made his heart feel warm.

"So, you want chicken tandoori or shahi panner?"

After dinner, you all were getting in the car, and that's when Charlie came to you. "Hey, um Y/n if you don't mind, can I walk you home." You looked back at your family and then turned back to him. "Um, sure." Chris glared at the guy. He did not like him. At all. He didn't like the way he looked at you. Only he could-Chris violently coughed, and put a hand on his chest. You jogged towards him and ran a hand on his back. He cleared his throat, and smiled at the way concern was etched adorably on your face. "I'm fine, Honey." He said and kissed your temple. You pouted and fixed his hair.

You turned to go towards Charlie, until you felt Chris holding your hand. "Be careful. And please come quickly." He says, you smiled and blushed at the way he looked at you with worried eyes. You got this sudden courage in your heart and kissed his nose. "I promise, bubba." You bit your lip and walked away from him.

.....

You sighed as you walked alongside your ex-boyfriend. You were ever so grateful that the silence between you was comfortable and not awkward or embarrassing at all. Your silence got interrupted by his statement. "So how long have you two been dating?" You looked at him incredulously. "What?"

"You and that Blue And Dreamy Eyes guy, he looks like he has the hots for you. You know he looks like he should be the face of American Eagle or something." You giggled at that comment. "Well, we're....um been dating for 7 months..?"

He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're lying. You'll never bring your boyfriend to meet your family, especially for a family function, when you've only been dating for 7 months. I remember how many times you've deliberately avoided me meeting your parents as your boyfriend." He looked back at you to see you flushed. "What are you hiding, my bookish beauty?" You laughed at your apparent nickname. "Seriously, when are you gonna stop calling me that?" He just shook his head at you. "Now, answer my question."

"I-I'm not hiding anything from you o-or a-any body e-else." You stammered. "You're a really, really bad liar, love." You pouted at him. "Shut up, I'm a great liar." He raised his eyebrows, scoffing, amused at your reply. "You know, like your apparent lover, I can see through you."

You groaned loudly. "Fine. We're not really dating, but we're pretending to, so that my family can stop being so fucking annoying and taunting about me not having a boyfriend." He turned at you, and tilted his head in a way to say, "Really?". You scrunched up your nose and nodded. "Yup. And he suggested it, voluntarily." You said, holding up your hands. Charlie sighed. "So, what exactly is your relationship with him?" You shrugged, "Co-workers. Like you know I'm his-well not really his, one of the make-up artists, and he's an actor." You explained. Charlie shook his head, and then looked at you again. "It's more than that. I know it's more than that. It's kind of obvious."

You looked at the ground. "We're...friends." Charlie looked up in the sky, and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Nope."

"Fine! We're well friends, that are really, really close, but um the kind that contains unrequited love...?" You said, and sighed, not sure how to explain. Charlie nodded at you while squinting his eyes. "So you're the one with the unrequited love, or he's the one?" You looked at him. "Me, obviously." You stated, in a 'duh' tone. Charlie shook his head, chuckling. "Wow, you are still oblivious as hell."

Not knowing what he was talking about, you fell into silence. But after considering your pause, Charlie spoke up again. "Do you not realize how much that guy loves you? Like have you seen the way he looked at you? And the way he got possessive and jealous when your mother told you to walk me to my table. He looked like he was about to pounce on me, and yell that you're his." He said, and you scoffed. "You do realize that we're pretending? Which technically means acting, which is practically his profession?" You said as you rolled your eyes.

"How can you not know that he's utterly in love with you? You haven't changed at all!"

"What the hell do you mean, Charlie?"

He shook his head. "Do you remember that guy in 6th grade that used to sit beside you every algebra class? He fell in love with you. Even after he had gotten the hang of algebra, he asked you to tutor him. Why? Because he loved you!" You shook your head. "No he didn't! He was a bloody jerk Charlie! He hated me, he even looked at me with disgust when the teacher told him to sit next to me!"

"Wow. Anyways, do you remember that jock that helped you improve your baseball? Well, yeah he fell in love with you too."

"No he didn't! He called me miserably insecure in front of the whole popular crowd!" He shook his head. "That was because he was angry and jealous which is not an excuse by the way, because you were getting too close with the guy from the robotics club. Who fell in love with you too, by the way. He just couldn't express his feelings, well, because he was a literal robot," He said, and you replayed all the memories from school, and widened your eyes in disbelief. "Seriously?" You asked him.

"Mhmm. You were very oblivious to realize it, all of those boys believed that they knew they had no chance because you didn't love yourself," He continued. "At that time at least. Right now, it's different. You look so confident." You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Because I got away from my family, and got into the world, instead of believing their insults."

"True."

"-But there is no way Chris is in love with me!" Charlie sighed dramatically. "God! Would you believe me for once!" You stuck your tongue out and he pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed at your silliness. There was a silence between you again. And you sighed, remembering the bittersweet memories of you both being a couple, causing trouble. "I'm really glad that we stayed friends." You shivered and pulled Chris' jacket closer to you.

"Yeah me too."

You walked towards your house and looked at the freshly made statue, and pointed at it. It was a statue of a pile of books, stacked onto each other with a girl laying on top, pointing to the sky. You looked at Charlie, your mouth agape. "The new mayor is a woman. A well-educated woman with brilliant ideas and she's a big feminist, and everybody loves her."

"Thats nice."

"Listen, please just consider him being in love with you for a moment. Go home and just take a closer look, you'll see what everybody literally knows." You glanced at him, and then back on the ground, nodding. "Thanks, you idiot." Charlie laughed and bobbed his head. "Bye, love."

"Bye, Charlie." You said, in a singsong way.

.....

Chris sighed and played with a string that was on his bed. When are you coming back? It was not like he felt that you couldn't protect yourself, it was just...that he didn't trust the guy. Charlie. Who was he to you? Was he someone important to you? He looked at the clock in your bedroom and grunted. I swear to god if he tries anything...

But Chris groaned and ran a hand through his face. Why did the fact that you were some other guy that he didn't trust bother him so much? I mean he wasn't your boyfriend or anything...As Chris laid back down on your bed, images went through his head, unpleasant images. Charlie kissing you, Charlie touching your skin and placing kisses on them, his hands roaming around your body, Charlie making you moan....

He didn't realize that by the time these images went through his head, his fists were clenched, and smoke was coming out of his ears like some tea kettle. Chris breathed in deeply and sighed, calming down as your scent from your pillow reached his lungs. You were the only one that could calm him down. You were the one that made him happy. You were the one that was his anchor. It was you. Only you.

He was in love with you.

God. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and love you. And then there was that pang in his heart. That wouldn't be possible, would it? How would you like him? Hell, he was sure you would never even dream of it. He was just your...friend. Fake boyfriend. He looked at the photo next to your bed on the table. It was you in a stitch onesie, you looked sleepy but were still showing a peace sign. You were probably 4-5 years old. He grinned at the photo. "She was five years old, we were traveling for two days and didn't have time to rest, and when we finally reached our house, she was very sleepy. So, we put her into her favourite onesie, and then finally before sleeping we took a picture of her." Chris looked back to see your father leaned on the door frame of your bedroom.

"I thought you all were asleep."

Your father chuckled. "If you think I'm gonna sleep when my baby is out, then son, you're wrong." He said and Chris chuckled and nodded. He knew that your father was protective of you, every father is. He looked back at your photo and smiled at it. "You're a good guy, Chris." Chris chuckled at that and got up as he sat beside him. "You got to own it. You've got to own your feelings and come out with them. My daughter looks so happy with you, you know that? I haven't seen her happy, in like, ever. And trust me, she's not good at acting or lying, I can see through her. She loves you."

Chris almost narrowed his eyes. Your father was saying everything he needed to hear to prove his thoughts wrong. She loves you. It was almost as if your father knew something. Or was he a mind reader?

"So, if you ever hurt her you will die."

Chris chuckled and shook his head. "I'll never even dream about hurting her sir." You father nodded, patted Chris' knee, and got up. "O, hi, you're back." You pouted at your dad. "Right. Didn't I tell you to sleep? Dad, you don't have to wait up for me." Chris' posture straightened, relieved that you were back.

"Who said I was waiting up for you? I was talking to your boyfriend." He said. And walked out of there, your eyes following his figure. You entered the room, holding the strap of your sling bag. You looked at Chris sitting on a bed and smiled at him. "Hello." You said to him and walked towards him. "Hi." He said and reached forward to hold your waist. You gulped as you felt his hand around your waist, your skin burning under his contact. "I think your father knows." He said.

"He always knows. Don't mind it." You said and sat down beside him. You slowly rested your head on his shoulder, staring into space. You felt him kissing temple as something burned in you. Hope. Your fragile heart drummed and you silently wished that it wasn't false hope.

.....

You looked at the dress Amelia told you to wear at the bachelorette party. You put on your boots and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed and twirled around. You looked sexy. Something that was new for you, but somehow you felt confident. Yet nervous. You were conscious that you were going in front of Chris like this. What if he didn't like it? He has seen many other girls, who were different than her and probably partied everyday. But you weren't like that. You knew that you'd rather prefer reading or spent the evening listening to Taylor Swift and bake. You shrugged and straightened your back. This is going to be a phenomenal night, as Amelia said.

You slowly came out of your room and walked down the stairs, to see Chris and your dad watching football while your brother was hugging his fiance from behind. You breathed in and walked down the remaining stairs, hoping that nobody would pay attention to you. "Whoa." Someone said and everybody's eyes went on you, making you blush. Chris looked at you and gaped at you, his jaw slacked.

He suddenly got up, erupting soft giggles from Amelia as she gave you a suggestive wink. You bit your lip, and looked at Chris. His eyes were wide and his throat went dry. You were looking so...hot. It made him want to....He gulped as sinful thoughts came into his mind, and felt blood running down to a very embarrassing place as he kept staring at you.

Chris swallowed his spit and opened his mouth to speak. "You look...Wow." He breathed. You smiled at him and blushed deeply. "Thank you." You went to hug him goodbye, but he slightly pushed you back. You looked at him, a bit hurt. But he just made a face and looked down, turning pink as you spotted his boner.

You heard someone laugh out loud and turned to the noise, looking back of Chris' shoulder. "Hi, there, hot stuff." Charlie came in. You shook your head, not amused by his comment. "Hi, Charlie." You smiled at him and he smirked at you and waved. He pointed at Chris and mouthed something making you blush. Chris felt that irksome feeling in his chest again. He went to turn to glare at Charlie but you made him look at you again. You kissed his cheek, and mouthed a goodbye, and tried to look anywhere but his visible boner. You bit your lip again making Chris look at you adorably. "Bye, beautiful." He whispered and held your forearm, not really wanting to let you go. "Be careful." He whispered and kissed your temple again, making you think about what Charlie had said. You started to pull back from him, as his palm brushed across your hand.

"Have fun, guys!" Amelia said as she walked you out. "Dad, be nice." You called out so he wouldn't grill Chris. "Bye, honey," Chris called too. "Wow, you really can't stay without her. Can you?" Luke said and your chest felt heavy, as you heard it while you went out. But then you hear Chris chuckle making you feel warm. "You have no idea." He said.

You just wished he would say those words you've been longing to hear.

.....

"So you really like her?" Luke, your brother asked Chris. Chris raised his eyebrows at him. Was this guy serious? Obviously, he liked you. Chris squinted his eyes at him, and smiled awkwardly. "Obviously, I like her. If I don't like her how the hell would I love her?" He said, a bit harshly, out of nowhere. Chris widened his eyes when he realized just what he said, out loud at that. He glanced at your dad, who was smirking proudly at him. "You're a good guy, Chris." Your dad said to him, and Chris nodded at him chuckling weakly.

"Wait, wait. No, um, You're too good of a guy. What exactly do you like in y/n? I mean she's just a make up artist and definitely not your type, I mean, you could have anyone-" Your brother rambled. But his whole speech made Chris' blood boil, what was he implying? That you were someone nobody would love?

"Excuse me if I'm being rude, not really sorry for it," Chris mumbled the last part. "But why are you always undermining your own sister? You should know that she's fucking beautiful and very hot, and any guy would be lucky to have her. She has this evergreen personality and you know what? No actress I've worked with or in the world can amount to her, because guess what? I love her! And she's the most beautiful person to me! So stop making my girl feel insecure because of your stupid opinions and stop acting like one of cinderella's stepsisters!!!"

He took a deep breath and stepped back, noticing the aghast look on your brother's face. Chris shortly glanced at Charlie who was smirking and your father, who looked rather surprised but had a proud glint in his eyes. Your father had puffed his chest proudly and quietly raised his beer bottle to him and took a sip from it. He almost grinned, but then he heard the gasp.

Your gasp.

He quickly turned around and saw you standing behind him, your face was flushed, but right now he was only focused on the way you looked at him. Could you have known that he really meant the 'I love you'?

You wanted to talk to him, but you suddenly got pulled away by your mother, wanting to try the bridesmaid dress on.

.....

Chris groaned as he ran his hands through his hair. You hadn't talked to him in a day. And it made him nervous as hell. What if you wanted nothing to do with him anymore? What if you hated him? All the possibilities made him sweat. He didn't want to live in a world where you hated him, or in a world where you wanted nothing to do with him. Being your friend will be sufficient enough, sure it would hurt that he wouldn't be the one to kiss you or cuddle you or shower you with his love, but at least you'll be in his life. And maybe he would just love you from afar.

He looked at the mirror in front of him. He was wearing a nice blue suit and a white rose. He sighed and put on a smile, wishing best for everything. He wondered what you were doing. You were back where the bride-to-be was getting ready. He breathed in shakily, imagining what might be the bridesmaid dress and how magnificent you would look in it.

He sighed and got ready to step out.

While you were back getting Amelia getting ready. She looked so beautiful, you thought. You fixed her veil, and spread her gown perfectly across the ground. You sighed and grabbed her shoulder and rested your chin on her shoulder. "You look so beautiful, you know that?" You say, your voice low while she nodded. Amelia took a deep breathe in. "You look awesome too you know?" She looked at you through the mirror. "Chris isn't gonna realize what hit him." You blushed at his mention and breathed in sharply. "Thanks,"

"Now, come one, lovely. Time to get married, and suffer the rest of your life living with my brother." You said and laughed softly. She smiled and chuckled at your comment, some tears coming to her eyes. "Hey, what happened?"

"Thank you." She said. "I've always dreamt of having a supportive sister because I never had someone so supportive until your brother came along and encouraged me so much. And when I met you, I knew that you would be very loving." You tilted your head and smiled weakly at her, your hands reaching out to her face to wipe the unshed tears. "Come on, now. You don't want to ruin the makeup that the special stylist put on while there was literally a makeup artist in front of you?"

"Right sorry for that."

You chuckled and shook your head. "You ready?" You asked her, to which she nodded and breathed in deeply. You took the bouquet and got ready to walk down the aisle. It gave you shivers as you thought about it. Walk down the aisle. You wondered when you will walk down the aisle as the bride. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard the band play. You walked down the aisle, taking deep breaths.

You looked around the hall, spotting many familiar faces, and sighed. But then you spotted him. You took a deep breath and looked at him. He was wearing a handsome blue suit, complimenting his beautiful blue eyes. Chris looked at you, his heart fluttering when he saw you.

He gaped at you, his cheeks turning pink. He studied the dress you had put on, and how gorgeous you looked in it. He nodded and slightly smiled at you, as you looked at him, your eyes shiny. You walked up front and smiled at the crowd. You breathed in sharply as you met Chris' eyes. You felt like staring into them forever.

"Do you take, Amelia as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and health, in sorrow and joy, to have and to hold...." But all those words trailed off as you looked at Chris, who looked at you, as if you were the only both people in the world.

"I do."

.....

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For how I treated you....for well, your whole life." You chuckled and shook your head, as your brother swayed you from side to side. "What made you change your mind?" You asked him, as he twirled you around and then held your waist again. You sighed, as the melody went on. "Your boyfriend, who loves you so much." He said making you blush awkwardly. "Hey, you okay?" He asked you. "Mhmm." You hummed back. Luke looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

"Look, Chris is a good guy. And he cares for you so much. Please don't push this one away." You looked at him and nodded. "Oh, and by the way, talking about the guy that cares and loves for you. He's waiting for you."

You looked back to see Chris staring at you. Luke leaves your hand and then gestures for you to go on. You sheepishly went towards him, and then held his hand, leading him outside near the swing. You both sat on the swing and slowly started moving it, staring into the dark night and the bright moon that was above them.

You recognized the song that started in the hall.

Heart beats fast

Colours and promises

How to be brave?

How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow,

"Dance with Captain America?" You giggled and shook your head as you took his hand, adoring his lopsided grin. He pulled you closer, and you both gasped sharply and sighed as you both breathed in each other, your noses touching again. You looked at his sparkling eyes, as his gaze tripped from your orbs to your soft lips. You exhaled as he leaned in, your hand glided to his neck. He gripped your waist, and you touched your foreheads together. "Did you mean it?" You asked softly.

One step closer

"I want to watch butterflies sit on sunflowers with you," Chris whispered. You looked back at him and nodded. "And I only want to do it with you." Your lips collided together, molding together perfectly. You kissed softly yet so passionately. Chris slightly smiled, as you sighed into the kiss. Your heart started to thud faster when he pulled you closer. You remembered all the days you imagined this, as your heart ached thinking it would never happen. But as you kissed him more deeply, you thought about the many moments he kissed you on the cheeks, your temple, your forehead, and stared at you so lovingly and thought about how really oblivious you were. You thought about how much you loved this man.

I have died everyday waiting for you

Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

"I love you, honey." He confessed, his heart warming when he heard your soft giggles.

"I love you too. So much."

You sighed as he led you, and held you, as you danced to the song. You rested your head on his shoulder, and he bent his head to your neck and took in your perfume scent. He sighed as his heart fluttered again. You danced in the snow the whole night. As he twirled you around, and you both laughed and waltzed, and loved each other.

And you were finally happy. With your Chris.

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cevansbaby-dove · 14 days

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Ellie Reads a smutty book 18+

Wanrings: Daddy kink, oral (M receiving) soft sex

Pairing:Chris Evans X Ellie Evans.

After Ellie Reads a very dirty book she needs Chris to help her get rid of the tension in her body.

I laid in bed reading a book while the kids were out in school and Chris was in his office working. I just read something very dirty and man I can make Chris do what the man in this book just did.

I smirk and hop out of bed and toss the book on the bed and then change into something sexy. I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I hear Chris laughing in his office letting me know he might have been watching tik toks like he does on his free time.

i tip toe into the office and say leaning on the wall. "Hey baby?" Chris looks at me and says. "Wow Misses Evans...what's the big day for?" I walk over to him and swing my leg over his and sit on his lap. "I just read something...very dirty"

"Oh? let me guess...you need help?" I nod biting my lip. "Please daddy I need you so badly"

"Bedroom now" He growls nipping at my ear. I moan as I get off of him and hurry to the bedroom knowing Chris is right behind me.

We get into the bedroom and Chris says as he gets undressed. "Slow and loving or rough?"

"Rough daddy" He climbs on the bed and hovers over me looking into my green eyes. "Yes my baby" He kisses me swirling his tongue around asking for access.

I gladly let it in as his hands went to my waist gripping my skin rough. He slowly pulled up my bra before taking it off.

He kissed down my neck as my hands went to the band of his underwear.

I got them down as far as I could. I started stroking his cock that was already hard, some of the pre-cum getting on my hand but I couldn't care less I needed him so badly.

Chris sucked even harder on my neck making me moan "Chris....Hmm" he looks into my eyes. "What was that?" I bite my lip. 'I'm sorry daddy"

Chris smiles. "Much better" He goes back to kissing my skin and he works to my breast nipping at the skin softly. He then slowly entered me. I let out a loud gasp as he started thrusting into me.

Chris's movements were loving and slow which I loved best from him.

"Chr- daddy...faster please" He smiles. "What happened to slow and loving wifey?" I smile. "Just this once pleaseee" I wined.

"okay I got you" He starts moving in and out of me faster hitting my g-spot. "Fuck....yesss"

Chris smiles against my skin as I run my hands through his hair as he keeps moving making me feel like a balloon ready to pop.

His lips met back with mine and the kiss was so passionate more than ever before. He smiles and I moan through the kiss.

After we chased our highs I look up at Chris. "There was some oral in the book too by the way"

Chris smiles. "Oh yeah?" He kisses me and says against my lips. "on your knees.

I get off the bed and Chris spins and sits on our bed and I smile as I sink to my knees looking at his cock that was leaking with pre-cum already.

"Does baby girl want a taste?" Chris asked me as he leaned forward, cupping my head to pull me upright.

Glancing up at him through my lashes I nodded my head quickly to him. "Go on then" he urged as I opened my mouth, licking the pre-cum off his tip.

His hands tangled into my hair as I took him deep in my mouth before releasing him with a pop. "such a good girl" He said as he moaned.

I continued to suck him: letting my tongue swirling around the tip. He came into my mouth and he lifts my chin and says. "Swallow" I look at him and do as he says. "good girl"

Chris stands up and says. "stay there I'll clean up" he said heading into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean me up.

I smile as I look at the book next to me. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked as Chris walked back into the bedroom. "You never asked me dove"

Once I was cleaned, i snuggled up into the covers as Chris came to join me, spooning me from behind as we both laid there I had a smile practically glued to my face.

Chris kisses my head and says. "I love you" I look up at him. "I love you too"

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deexchanel · 1 year

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BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

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Bathroom adventures

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Going to a premiere with Chris for the first time goes very different than you expected.

Warnings: Mention of anxiety and social anxiety, orall F/M receiving, daddy kink, public fingering, dirty talk, public teasing, sex in a bathroom, blowjob, deepthroat, slight dd/Lg sexual vibes ( We knew it was going to happen sometime with all of my issues) eating you out, rough sex, feelings of guilt and embarrassment, ass slapping, being ruined by Chris’s dick, growing dumb, submission, like very submissive, No condom use (please keep safe in real life), walking around with Chris’s cum in you, multiple orgasms, creampie etc etc

Words: 3,4K

Minors DNI

Bathroom adventures

For the first time, Chris took you along to a premier as his plus one. The world knew you are his girlfriend but you’ve never really went with him to a premiere and now was the time. You were going to the premiere of Lightyear and very nervous to say the least. You took another look in the mirror and felt a pit in your stomach. You silken black dress complimenting every curve and the split by your leg was a very nice elegant touch. Your make-up looked perfect along side your hair but still you felt a little self-conscious but that was because you would be standing in front a lot of people and you weren’t really used to being in the public eye.

You didn’t let Chris see you in this dress as you wanted to surprise him and now was the time. You had to leave now, would you both make it on time. You walked out of your shared bedroom and stood by the staircase as Chris stood beneath, nervously checking his watch. You walked downstairs, your heels clicking the floor beneath, making Chris look up. He was in a complete trance of you as you walked downstairs, making you feel flustered. When he got out of it, he chuckled softly and let his head fall backward.

“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” he growled a little, making you chuckle slightly. He reached out his hand for you and helped you down the last two steps. He got your other hand in his as well, checking you completely out. “You look absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He told you and made you do a little twirl for him before pulling you against him. If he could, he had heart eyes and fell in love with you all over again.

His hand cupped your cheek slightly and pulled you in for a kiss, his hand on your waist and the other on your lower back. He smiled completely in love with you and you felt shy again, smiling as you looked down. “ I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of you.” You chuckled and looked up. “You look quite handsome as well.” you told him and wiped your red lipstick off of his mouth. His cologne hitting your nose and releasing the butterflies in your stomach, making you forget about your anxiety. “You ready?” he asked you. “As long as you are by my side, always.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, pulling you close to his side.

Chris was having a little bit of anxiety himself and always when he had it, he started to become very affectionate, always wanted physical contact. Not that you complained. Quite the opposite actually. He could be a huge teddy bear in those moments and you knew he was now. You walked to the limo, Chris’s arm around you and keeping you close. The two steps down, he would give you his elbow to hold on to.

He opened the door for you, with immense love in his eyes. “After you Malady.” You chuckled and got in, Chris sitting down very close to you and let his hand rest on your knee, by the slit of the dress. He drew circles on your skin and it felt like your heart could burst with love right now. “You okay?” you asked him, knowing about the anxiety but the moment he looked at you, he was calm.

“Yeah, with you by my side… Always.” He repeated your words, making you smile. Nobody ever looked at you with so much love as Chris did. He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips. “I can’t get over the fact how beautiful you are.” He told you honestly, making you smile shyly.

His hand went more up to your thigh and your breath hitched a little which Chris noticed with a smile, knowing he had this effect on you. Chris came closer to you, his lips slightly brushing against your ear. “Even though you look absolutely amazing in this dress, daddy can’t wait to get it off of you when we get home.” Your eyes went slightly bigger while a soft gasp escaped your mouth. He brushed his lips along your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it and getting back to his original place.

You felt extremely flustered and didn’t know what to do at this point with the sinful thought swirling through your head. His hand disappeared underneath the slit of your dress and you automatically opened your legs slightly for the man in question. You felt yourself getting wetter by the moment and your cheeks heat up. Chris had a smirk on his face and it was almost as if you got into a black out.

His fingers got ahold of your panties and slightly tucked them to the side of your dripping pussy. Sometimes you hated the fact hos easily you would slip into submission. His fingers went through your slit and your breath hitched again and the driver looked at you through the mirror. You covered it up by a cough. Chris looked dangerously at you as a warning. “I like this song…. Could you turn up the volume?” Chris asked the driver and smiled politely, his finger still inside of you and you felt on fire at this point.

The driver turned the radio up and looked back at the road. Chris brushed his lips over your cheek again. “Keep quiet baby.” He told you and moved his finger inside of you while he placed a feathery kiss on your bare shoulder. His finger picked up the pace and found your clit in no time, rubbing it. You whimpered softly and opened your legs even more, holding Chris by his arm. His movement went tortuous slow. “5 minutes and we arrive sir.” The driver told Chris, who nodded. You felt dread in the pit of your stomach. He wouldn’t leave you riled up, sure not on your first premiere night. You thought.

But unfortunately you thought wrong as he felt you get even more wetter by the second and got his hand out your panties and from underneath your dress. You looked shocked at him. He looked back at you with a smile and kissed your lips softly while you were in utter shock. He cleaned his finger with the inside of his cow sweater. You growled softly, making Chris chuckle as he enjoyed this too much. He knew you were riled up and irritated but it did keep your mind off your anxiety.

You arrived and saw fans, photographers and more people waiting. Two can play this game and the night was yet to start. Yes, you were going to be bratty and not give a shit because of what Chris just pulled off. Chris opened the door and handed you his hand to help you get out. He winked at you so only you could see, with that irritating smirk on his face. He got his sunglasses on and helped you out of the car. People were cheering and screaming for your boyfriend as you walked the red carpet with him.

You were almost blind from all the flashes around you while you and Chris posed. “you okay?” Chris asked you honestly with a loving look. You couldn’t help but give him a glare, which made him laugh wholeheartedly at your irritation while he took it as a win. He squeezed your hand and took you away from the photographers and walked further.

You were met with Taika and Keke. You gave them all a hug and posed with them before taking a step back so the could be photographed. Chris was doing interviews while you laughed with Taika. Chris kept looking lovingly at you while giving the interviews.

When it was time to go inside, you held on to Chris’s arm and walked in. You sat in the seat, Taika and Chris next to you. You were chatting with Taika and laughing when you placed your hand on Chris’s knee. Chris looked down at your hand and swallowed, knowing that you would get him back at some point. Taika was telling you a story when you boldly placed your hand on his thigh and let it rest there. This time Chris’s breath hitched a little.

To the outside world, it wouldn’t be very sinful as you only let your hand rest on his leg, but you knew what effect it had on Chris. The lights went out and the big screen in front of you lit up. It was a sign that this time, you could go even more bolder and rubbed your thumb on his leg. Chris’s breath hitched a little as he slowly started to get hard. You looked at him with a smile. You could still see each other a little bit in the dark and the light from the screen illuminating your faces. Chris looked dangerously at you and you knew you were in trouble but couldn’t give two shits right now. You just did what he did to you.

The movie started and Chris moved into his seat, opening his legs more as he always would, giving you almost to none leg space, unfortunately for him, you weren’t done yet and he was perfectly placed for your little plan. He rested his elbow on the armrest and his fingers rubbed his chin and lips.

The movie was halfway done and Chris was focused on the screen. Although that’s what he showed since your hand was burning into his skin but you knew better as his breathing was a different than normally and he flexed his stomach, trying to hold his boner in with all the strength he had. You went with your hand softly up and down on his leg, making Chris look down again and dangerously back at you but never telling you to stop. Your hand went over his crotch and massaged him through his pants. His breathing changed again and started to go rapidly until you got your hand completely away.

This time it was his turn to look shocked at you and you kissed his cheek softly with a wink before turning your attention back to the screen.

The whole movie he tried to think about the most ridiculous things to get his boner soft again. You knew you were going to get it later but for now you were happy with your revenge. When the movie had 30 minutes left, Chris whispered in your ear. “Meet me at the bathroom. You’re going to fix this.” he told you irritated as nothing worked and he just got more hard with the moment. Chris stood up and walked away. Taika looked at Chris as he walked away and back at you. “Everything okay?” he asked you. “Yeah, just nervous.” You told him back casually. “I’m gonna go and check on him. I’ll see you later.” Taika nodded and looked a bit worried, which you hated. You didn’t want him to get worried.

There wasn’t a soul around since everyone was still in the theater. You walked around, looking for Chris. He wasn’t at the bathroom so you were confused until you got in the complete back of the theater where there was another bathroom and Chris stood in front the more hidden bathroom. He looked darkly at you and got you by your arm dragging you in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He pushed you against the wall, his hand on the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt. His body pressed against yours and you could feel his cock through his pants against your leg. “You think this is funny?” You felt yourself growing very guilty at the anger in his eyes. You looked down but he grabbed your face. His fingers digging into your cheeks. “I’m sorry…” You murmured, feeling guilty and especially embarrassed. Chris chuckled darkly. “Fix. It.” was the only thing he said, pushing you down onto your knees.

You looked up at Chris above you, your fingers fumbling with his belt and pulled his pants down. Chris let one hand rest against the wall above your head and the other on the back of your head, pushing you to his hard throbbing cock. You pulled his boxers away and saw his cock, angrily red. You placed your hand around it and licked your lips. You looked up at him “Don’t you dare to tease right now and get to work baby doll.” You didn’t want to risk it and took his cock in your mouth while Chris sight loudly above you that he was getting some release right now.

Chris looked up at the ceiling, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I was a picture on it’s own, a work of art. You were so mesmerized all of a sudden that you forgot what you were doing, getting Chris out of his trance and looking back at you. “What did I tell you?” this time he got you out of your trance as he pushed your head more towards his cock, making you gag, tears ready to slip and ruin your make-up. You could see your red lipstick staining his cock.

You started working on his cock, his hips jerking towards you as he fucked your mouth. “Oh baby girl, this feels good. Keep going.” He told you while you grabbed his balls, massaging them. “There you go princess.” He praised you. “Never, did I think you were going to lash out on daddy and be bratty but apparently even the most good girls have their bad days.” He told you, sending shivers down your spine. “You were my good girl. Why did you have to do this princess? Daddy has always been good to you.” you felt yourself grow into complete submission and guilt. God your panties were absolutely soaked when your fingers found your entrance to give yourself some release as well.

“I want my good girl back.” Chris gasped as his cock hit the back of your throat. “Get up.” he told you. His hand squeezing your cheek and pulled you up. “Is my good girl back?” he asked you, his eyes sending looking dangerously at you. You nodded, slightly scared yet excited. “Use your words baby.” He told you, his body pressed against yours again. “Yes daddy. I’m your good girl again and I’m sorry.” He nodded. “Good princess. Now get your pretty ass on that counter.” He told you and slapped your ass hard, making you wince.

You sat on the bathroom counter and Chris went through his knees slightly, putting your legs on his shoulders. He pushed your dress up and put your panties to the side before taking a long lick over your slit, keeping eye contact with you. God it was so hot to be above him, seeing him between your legs underneath you… The sight alone made you almost cum.

“This what you wanted baby? Was this why you were acting up? Because you didn’t get what you wanted?” You whimpered and Chris smirked, nodding “That’s what I thought. If daddy’s gonna make you cum, you gonna be a good girl then?” you nodded excessively. “Yes daddy.” He smiled and went back to work. Chris held your leg tightly, flexing his biceps while holding your legs. He ate you out like it was the last thing he would do. “Daddy…” You whined and he hummed for approval that you could cum. Your legs started to shake while you held on tightly to the counter and your head rested against the mirror behind you.

When you got back from your high, Chris wiped his mouth and came on eye level, kissing you roughly. He put his cock inside of you without warning and picked up the pace, his hands on both sides of your head while pounding you out. He placed his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while he grunted. “I’m going to fill you up and you’re gonna have my cum the entire night in your pussy is that clear?” he looked at you, never stopping the pace. You nodded while he held onto the back of your neck. “You put your panties on and walk around with me in you.” you whined at the thought and clenched around his cock.

He got you off the counter roughly and pushed you against the wall, getting your dress up and smacked your ass. Your panties pulled aside when he entered you again and pushed you more against the wall. His hand still covering your mouth. His pace got even harder and rougher when you felt yourself growing completely dumb. You felt ecstasy in your stomach when your pussy made wet sound. “That’s it baby girl.” He kept picking up the pace and you started squirting, Chris never stopping with pounding his cock into you. He fucked you roughly through your orgasm and your legs started to shake.

Chris placed his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. His finger drawing circles on your clit, chasing another orgasm. His cock hitting your pelvic and you felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Chris placed kisses on your shoulder. “Cum with me honey. Be a good girl now and cum with me.” he told you lovingly and you started to milk him out completely. He moaned in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder while he panted. You couldn’t stop shaking from all the pleasure. Chris got out of you and made you turn around. He helped you go towards the counter and placed you on it. He placed his arms around you, hugging you.

You hid your head in the crook of his neck. He squeezed his arms softly and petter your hair. “You okay baby girl?” he asked you softly and you nodded in his shoulders. He let his head rest against your head. He was amazing in the aftercare and you needed that. It was so amazing that it slowly healed your soul. Chris knew you would grow very silent after sex.

He got your head out of the crook of his neck and looked lovingly and caringly at you, his thumb softly going over your cheek. “I love you so much sweetheart.” You smiled softly and he wiped away the tears from your cheek, giving you a loving kiss. “Let’s get you a little cleaned up.” he told you hinting to your make-up. He got some wipes out and cleaned your lipstick from your face and the mascara that was plastered on your face.

He was extremely gentle while cleaning you up. “Since you were a bad girl, I’m still going to make you go out there with my cum in you so you can learn your lesson.” He told you casually. You felt very filled up and it made you horny again but you were too sore and Chris knew that. “Where’s your bag baby?” he asked you softly. You pointed towards your bag that laid on the ground. He picked your bag up and got the lipstick out of it, putting it on your lips.

You looked at Chris and saw some lipstick on him as well. Without saying anything the entire time, you got the wipe from him and softly got it off his face, looking concentrated. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his heart filling up with only love, so much so that it felt like it could burst. “Thank you baby” he told you and softly caressed your cheek. “Can you walk sweetheart?” he asked you. You nodded and slit off of the counter, correcting your panty as it collected Chris’s cum. “Let’s go back, we still have 15 minutes.” He told you and got out of the bathroom, you plastered by his side.

You sat down next to Taika again. “Everything okay?” he asked you and looked between you and Chris. “Yeah it is now.” you told Taika and smiled politely while Chris had his arm around you, keeping you close to him.

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