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cool people. part II

chris pine x musician!reader (slightly oc)

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part one

synopsis: a series chronicling the love affair between a famous musician and her actor neighbor

word count : 8.5k

warnings: 18+ ONLY, fluff, slight smut, age gap relationship (reader is late 20’s while chris is 42), lil sub!reader, swearing, explicit descriptions of sexual content, mentions of drugs and alcohol

authors note : i’m back ! it only took a year for me to finally drop part two of cool people. i truly appreciate all the love i’ve received from part one along with my blog in general. truly if people didn’t ask for a part two this would have just sat in my drafts for eternity. so thank you for all the love truly ! y’all are mother fuckin’ best and more chris content to come <3.

Time wasn’t something she was sensitive to. Explicitly, the passage of time as a year seemed to pass by in merely a few months.

Working had always come naturally to her. Her parents' hunger to succeed was an appetite she’d clearly inherited. The need for sleep or spending time with her peers had at one point come second to spending hours in her cramped recording studio converted basement. She wouldn’t allow herself to relish in her achievements because all she could seem to focus on was the next task.

Imposter syndrome had become a major topic between her and her therapist. She’d recently started sharing with her family her experience of waking up in the middle of the night with tight breaths stuck in her throat as she felt like a stranger in her own body.

Her Mom and Dad were extremely worried, with one of them calling or texting her at least once a day to check in. Her younger brother, Wyatt, suggested for the tenth time this year that he could join her in LA and help out. He’d just graduated from high school and successfully convinced their parents to participate in a gap year to really explore his options. Of course, that came with the price of finding a job, and being a dishwasher at Dad’s bakery wasn’t, in his words, cuttin’ it.

Her older brother, Anthony, and his boyfriend politely forced her to join them on a four-day weekend vacation to the Caribbean, where she was forced to take part in the "Double U’s".

"You’ve just got to Unplug and Unwind."

Conveniently, the escape to paradise fell upon the 95th Oscar nomination announcements.

It was her first major motion picture project. She spent months working under numerous conductors in preparation and even bought a membership to the LA Philharmonic because she’d started frequenting concerts for research. She’d often wear the hoodie she bought at the gift shop to rehearsals.

During every part of the process, she had complete creative control. From section leader auditions to picking out what type of mics would be used for recording sessions. Never had she felt more challenged creatively. Yes, at one point she thought she would develop sores on her temples with the constant rubbing away of migraines. She was smoking nonstop due to the stress and anxiety. Her messages were going unread. And while it was unhealthy, at the time she hadn’t been happier.

It was in her contract when she agreed to do the movie's score that she would be submitted for competition. It would be her first time conducting, with most of the members of the orchestra having never done such a big project either. She wanted to make sure she was opening doors for as many people as she could, giving them the shot she had been gracious enough to get herself.

At the very least, she expected a couple film festivals and critics to give her a pat on the back for her efforts. A handful of positive reviews and, at most, one of the best experiences she ever had the privilege of being a part of.

But the movie was a commercial hit, and whispers began to surround her.

So it wasn’t a surprise that her brother crafted this scheme behind her back. They were so close that he always seemed to know what was best for her before she could even figure out what was wrong. However, it took Anthony dunking her into the crystal blue ocean fully clothed for her to admit the escapism was helping immensely.

On the last day, she was abruptly woken up at six in the morning by the sound of tiny confetti cannons going off. Two grown men came barreling in, jumping up and down ceremoniously on her bed while chanting her name. Quickly, an iPad was thrust into her hands, with a bright blue light displaying a Zoom call with family and close friends all congratulating her.

Five years ago, she was a sound engineer for an independent music label and a background vocalist for an experimental R&B group.

She was now an Academy Award nominee. The thirteenth woman and youngest person ever nominated for Best Original Score

Through blurred eyes, riddled with shock and still slightly drowsy, she was full-blown crying while she blabbed during the call. Luckily, her very big family was filled with very BIG personalities, so no one seemed to comment on even notice as they talked over each other. Except one, and she was so grateful to see the man she was missing the most pixilated image gaze at her fondly in the corner of the screen.

Chris was just starting to become a constant in her life during pre-production, even if it felt like he had somehow always been there. In the span of their year together, he wasn’t just helping her by being there; he was helping her grow as a person. He was enriching her life, even if she dreaded the early morning yoga classes he made her go to or the weekly kale smoothies he had her drink. Chris was so in tune with his emotions and so open with her that she started working on herself to do the same. No longer did she feel embarrassed by how often she craved his presence. She constantly ached for his soothing voice, which always seemed to be the perfect remedy for calming her down. His touch was a sweet elixir that made all her worries disappear.

But the consistent praise, reassurance, and love that Chris provided her was the exact reason why she was able to be this open. After all, this was her first serious relationship to any degree.

Everything was looking up until the photos leaked.

LA nights this time of year were a bit brisk, but that did nothing to divert the couple's attention from one another.

They’d just had dinner and were now waiting for the valet to bring Chris’s car around. He’d picked her up from a meeting in West Hollywood earlier that evening and surprised her with a reservation at a new restaurant she’d been wanting to try. He got back from press in England a couple days ago, and they've managed so far to do at least one thing every day together since.

"You smell heavenly." He stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, encouraging her to rest her back against his chest. Her white tank top was a little more casual than she’d preferred to wear, but it did nothing to defer her mood with the way he’d been looking at her all night.

"Oh? Maybe it’s cause someone thought I needed a new perfume?" With sarcasm dripping from her voice, she could feel his lips smirking against the skin of her neck. One of Chris’s love languages was gift-giving. He spoiled her beyond comprehension, and it was something she was still getting used to. He was a person so used to luxury that at times she had to remind him she was still ‘new money’.

"I’m telling you, I just couldn’t get the scent out of my head." He pulled away and moved his hand to gently turn your head to face him. He held a serious gaze, and she kept her lips tight to stop herself from snickering. Always dramatic, Chris had already told her this story twice. But he spoke with so much passion and looked at her with so much awe that she didn’t have the heart to stop him from repeating it.

"I thought at first it was just one of a random coffee. Or maybe a poorly advertised flower shop, because I’d at times smell fresh tulips, but the street the hotel was on was honestly, baby, bleek and underwhelming. So, one day we finished early, and I’d just gotten off the phone with you to say goodnight. I went for a walk, and lo and behold, just at the end of the block, guess what I saw."

Looking up at him, she brushed a fallen strand of hair from his face and couldn’t imagine being more in love with anyone at that exact moment.

"No, whatcha see?"

He smiled at her encouragement for him to continue. "Down the same street I’d taken my run just the day before, I'd look to my left , and right there is a quaint little perfume shop. One that had been there for over one hundred years. Now, I felt like there was a reason I hadn’t noticed it till then, and that day the air had a particular sweet scent lingering. One that seemed so familiar, but yet I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I went inside to investigate." At this point, she’d turned her whole body towards Chris to give him her full attention. He kept one arm around her waist; not one inch of space separated their bodies. His other hand was resting on her neck, his thumb lightly gazing at her jaw while he kept eye contact.

"It was obvious the place had history. Filled to the brim with different vials and incense that you’d think would be overwhelming, but it was actually very calming. One scent seemed to stand out amongst the rest—one that reminded me of someone, one that smelled like home."

He allowed his thumb to graze over her bottom lip for a third time; he couldn’t seem to stop himself. "The nice shopkeeper said one of the ingredients is honeycomb that’s derived from a local bee farm in town. So it’s one of a kind, just like you."

She grew shy, diverting her attention to see the valet pulling up next to them. As she watched the young man approach them, she gave him a soft smile but felt Chris eyes still on her. Hands still on her.

"Sir, your keys."

That seemed to knock the older man out of his trance. "Thank you." Chris stepped away to grab his keys and passed the man a tip before leading her to the passenger side of the car, hand dangerously low on her back. It seemed they could never go a few moments together without some sort of physical contact.

"She also said that it had a hint of jasmine, which is a natural aphrodisiac."

He whispered this into her ear while reaching for her seatbelt to buckle her in. It was something he liked to do often—another little trait that always filled her with warmth and made her head fog.

"Wait…" He’d never shared that fact. "You got me a pheromone perfume?"

As he finished bulking her in, he pulled back and gave her a sly wink.

"How else am I going to get you to fall in love with me?"

TMZ had taken their photos at some point without their knowledge. Selling them off to god knows how many entertainment outlets and gossip blogs in less than twelve hours. She woke up to an article link sent by her manager the next morning.

Daily Mail

Neighborly Romance!? Chris Pine and Musician Kapital looked quite comfortable together while grabbing dinner in LA.

Can’t say anyone saw this one coming!

Kapital, the two-time Grammy-winning artist, was seen being embraced by the Dungeons and Dragons star while out enjoying a quiet night at one of LA’s newest restaurants. The actor, 42, was all smiles as the couple stood waiting for a valet. Pine dressed in a classic white button-up and timeless slacks, while Kapital opted for a more relaxed outfit with a long denim skirt paired with a leather jacket.

This news comes just days after the announcement of the Queens-based musician's surprising Academy Award nomination for Best Score, making her the youngest nominee in the category's history.

This isn’t the first time the pair has been seen together, having previously been spotted accompanying one another on walks around their neighborhood in Studio City. However, since living next door to each other since 2020, it’s the first time it's been insinuated that there might be more than just trips to the local coffee shop where their relationship stops.

They weren’t even kissing, but it was obvious from the intimate position they were caught in that it wasn’t just two neighbors grabbing a bite to eat. She read over the article multiple times, squeezing Chris bicep as he slept soundly next to her.

Their little bubble was slowly cracking. They knew with their individual careers that it would eventually happen, but mourning its loss and what was to come from it was a step into the unknown neither of them had yet faced.

Apparently, sunshine is rare this time of year in Berlin. Its appearance was delightful, as it aligned perfectly with her impromptu visit to the city.

With her sternum pressed into the iron railing of the hotel balcony, dozens of hours spent on a plane made her exceptionally appreciative of the fresh air. But, hell, she couldn’t really complain. First class never ceased to surpass her expectations.

She’d never been flown out by someone outside of work-related engagements. Especially during one of the busiest times in her life, and it took multiple people's permission to get her here so quickly. Her manager, Grace, was the hardest to convince. They’d been working together since the very beginning of both of their careers. Being Grace’s first client out of business school, she was the older sister she never had and always cherished both her work and personal opinion.

She raced around her room hastily packing while continuing to glance periodically at her propped phone on her dresser. Grace was seen in her big designer reading glasses while she rubbed her pregnant belly with skepticism on their FaceTime call last night.

"Are you sure about this? I’ll have to call GQ and see if they're willing to reschedule."

"I mean, I’ll be back Sunday afternoon, just in time for the interview Monday. And besides, he already bought the ticket."

She heard the sound of Grace crunching angrily at another Pringle.

"Of course, when I’ve begged you to take a break, you’ve wanted to keep working. But now that we have the literal OSCARS next week, you wanna go off to Europe to be with your DILF boyfriend."

She could hear Grace’s husband off camera telling her to watch her heart rate; she’s notorious for having a bit of a short fuse, and stress was not good for the baby.

"Wait, Chris doesn’t have any kids?"

"Babe, his dog counts."

They both laughed before Grace sighed. "As your manager, I can’t help but not be the biggest fan of this situation; it’s a slight distraction. But as your friend, I’ve seen how he makes you feel. Hell, everyone has. So fuck it, what’s a couple days?" She continued, looking at the younger girl fondly. "Your best interests are always my top priority, even if it means allowing you to go drop your pants for Captain Kirk."

Lost in thought, she didn’t notice the text she had gotten a text until the two minute notification reminder went off. Walking back into the suite, she flopped on one of the luxurious armchairs unlocking her phone.

Chris

On my way up.

She’d just barely arrived, not even twenty minutes ago, delusionally thinking she’d have more time to freshen herself up.

Racing to the master bathroom, she had no time to admire the space before quickly washing her face and brushing her teeth. There was no time to change into the provocative lounge wear she’d originally planned to greet him in, hoping the sweatsuit set wasn’t a complete turnoff.

Just as she walked back into the living room, she was met with the sound of the front door opening.

"Sweets! I’m he-." Chris was adorned in a pale blue suit, soft against his lightly bronzed skin. He’d been outside a lot helping her with her garden as they were approaching spring in LA.

He didn’t finish his exclamation. Instead, he kept his eyes glued on her, as if like a hunter that’d just been noticed by its prey. She stood frozen, only allowing herself to watch him as he moved across the room with calculated steps.

He placed a golden box down on the coffee table, finally reaching her position at the master bedrooms entryway. Chris didn’t want anything to prevent him from grabbing the sides of her face, standing so impossibly close that she was forced to look up at him. Personal space was nonexistent in the couple’s vocabulary.

"Hi," She whispered.

"Hello baby."

Kissing Chris always felt like the first time. The action of him leaning down to capture her lips never failed to make her lightheaded. The dragging of his top lip as it flushed against hers always left her breathless. He’d managed to slightly suck her bottom lip in between his every time, whether it was a chaste peck or a full-on make-out.

Her hands moved to grip his white undershirt tightly, his lean abs prominent under her touch.

God, those yoga classes were paying off.

He didn’t release her until a soft whine escaped from her throat, satisfied at how breathless he’d made her.

"Look at you." Sky-blue eyes shamelessly traveled over her body as she nuzzled her face into his palm. "Was the flight okay? Did you get any rest?"

She scoffed at his worry. "Yes, everything was fine. Short layover in London, so I got some Nando’s. Was practically in a food coma the rest of the way here."

He let out a deep hum in approval, gently caressing the apples of her cheeks with his thumb. "That sounds good, baby. I still want you to be relaxed." She knows he’s referring to his last-minute request for her to be there with him. As soon as he asked her to come, he felt guilty because she had so much going on herself.

"Chris, I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to. Missed you too."

That warranted another kiss. She could feel his smile as he cheekily slipped his tongue quickly over hers.

"Wanna take a bath together?" Eyes still closed, she felt him whisper the request against her skin. One of his hands had traveled down to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze as a choked breath left her parted lips. Her previous worries that he wouldn’t be attracted to her casual state flew out the balcony window with all the reassurance in his touch.

She nodded and opened her eyes once she heard him tsk. His nose was pressed against her, minty breath washing over her face.

"Gotta hear it, Sweets."

"Yes please."

He smiled, proud of the verbal confirmation.

"Let me go start the water."

She hated how cold and empty the air got as he left her to head to the bathroom. But she couldn’t resist the urge to watch him walk away as he started to strip out of his clothes in the process.

"Open that box on the table. I think you’ll like it." He insisted.

Slightly dizzy from the kiss, she shook her head and blinked a couple times.

Damn girl, chill.

The box had a soft bow nestled beautifully in its corner. The name Rausch in black cursive text sat in the center.

Various arrays of chocolates greeted her, and she bit her lips happily as she assessed the multiple options. Each was so delicately crafted with intricate designs that she decided Chris and she would just have to split each one to have a chance to try them all. Walking into the bathroom, a sight just as sweet as the chocolate she’d just bit into was awaiting her.

Chris, as naked as the day he was born, was slowly stepping into the deep tub located in the center of the bathroom.

"I don’t mind you looking baby girl, but the waters gonna get cold."

"Right!" She sat the box on the edge of the tub as she quickly started undoing her sweatpants.

No longer was she hesitant to expose herself to Chris; the older man had explored her body inside and out more times than she’d be able to count. But he always looked at her the same way. As if he’d never seen her naked before. Like a child with a present on Christmas, he looked as if he was thinking of all the ways he was going to play with his new toy.

It made her feel incredibly sexy.

Taking another bit of the chocolate she presented him, he playfully nipped her finger as she pulled away. The water was at the perfect temperature; Chris naturally ran hot, and as he rested himself against her between her legs, she couldn't think of how this moment could be any more perfect.

"You have one."

"What makes you say that?" Her voice rose in intrigue. Chris surprised her time and time again with his observational skills.

There was never room for empty conversation, unless she intended it. Over the years, she found fascination in interesting factoids that she somehow was always able to conjure up for anyone willing to hear them. Sometimes, Chris just asked because he liked to get a peek into that fascinating mind of hers.

"Because you always do." His hand pinched her waist, and she swatted his bicep. Taking her wet hand, she pushed back his short blonde salt and pepper hair in thought.

"Well, this hotel is old as shit, so it's got a lot of history. Notoriously, Michael Jackson held his infant son, Prince Michael, over the balcony while paparazzi gathered below. " She glanced at the window that was nestled on the far left wall, smiling because she knew she'd got him with that one.

She feels him go stiff. He turned around slightly to look up at her from his place on her chest and saw her smirk. "No fucking way."

"Yes, way."

"Fuck. That’s a good one."

As she reached for another chocolate, she felt his hand trace over the curve of her breast. Not so much with sexual interest, but more with admiration.

"Why’d you accept my invitation?"

She knew he was being serious by the way his voice dropped an octave. He said her name, her real name, and she dropped the chocolate gently back in the box.

"You sounded like you needed someone."

It was a stretch of the truth. Chris knew that, and he let out a sigh.

"I think we both know I just needed you." He leaned up to turn and face her. She felt slightly exposed in that moment, but of course Chris noticed. He always does. So to ease the tension, he grabbed a piece of chocolate and took the first bite. He leans forward, and she sighs into the sweet kiss before he slips the other half in her mouth. Now it was her turn to nip his finger.

"Yeah, but then that begs the question: why couldn't you just wait 'till you were back in town next week?" She keeps his hand close, holding one in between both of hers. "Knew I wasn’t going to New York until the end of the month; could’ve just waited."

He acknowledged her point with a subtle head tilt.

"I simply enjoy being with you. I enjoy laughing with you, touching you. You make everything I do seem worthwhile. I need you to understand how badly, Sweets, I want to have you in any possible way, either as this version of ourselves or something more; just having you in my life is the best thing I could have ever been gifted."

He let the statement sit for a bit, watching her under the bathroom's pale lighting. He ran his hand over her knee while she sat with what he shared. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t told her before; it was just hard for her to accept at times. These feelings she had for him were intimidating and still pretty new.

Finally looking over at him, he had a soft, patient smile, and she brought her hand to his cheek.

"You got me feeling crazy and that scares me."

He gripped her hand on his face and pulled her close to him. The water surrounding them splashed slightly as he moved her onto his lap, never straying from her focus.

"God, I fucking love you, and I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman alive. You're stuck with me until you no longer want me."

Goddamn it, she was in it now.

"Then I guess I’m stuck with ya."

Chris pulled her into a searing kiss. One filled with hope, opportunity, and love.

But, of course, it was short-lived. Chris had made her show him how to set up different ringtones on his newly bought iPhone. Recently, she came to find out he'd paid $1.29 to buy her score's theme song on iTunes and set it to play every time he got a call.

"I think that's your phone."

"Fuck that thing." He was lost in her, moving his lips down to her neck and slowly beginning to suck on the sweet spot below her jaw. Sucking in a quick breath as his teeth skimmed her wet nipple.

"Chris." They were already pushing it with having her here; she didn’t want to get him into any trouble even if she was the invited intrusion to his press tour.

"Stay here." He kissed her tits, making his way out of the tub. She giggled at hearing him angrily grumble under his breath, forcefully grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

Perching her jaw on the edge of the tub, she watched as Chris pulled his phone out of his discarded suit pocket.

"Hey man, what’s up?"

It was a couple moments of silence, with Chris listening to the person on the other end of the line.

"Um…" He bit at the pad of his thumb, sparing a glance in her direction. She looked at him with a pointed brow, curious about what he seemed to be contemplating.

"Yeah, we can meet you in the lobby at eight."

We? As in him and her?

As he ended the call, she waited for him to come back to the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub and let out a sigh as he took in the sight of her wet, bare body.

"Welp, my plans to fuck you in this very spacious tub are going to have to be postponed. We’ve got other plans tonight."

"Plans?"

"Hugh Grant has requested that we both join him and his wife for dinner."

The restaurant was very busy. She wasn’t as taken aback by the mass of people since Chris forewarned her on the drive over about how in high demand the place was.

"There will probably be a couple paparazzi and fans outside after dinner when news gets out that we are all here. So just make sure you just stay close to me, baby." Chris had switched into a tan linen jacket and matching pants. He kept the white undershirt, and his golden pendant necklace was in its usual place in the middle of his chest.

The Le Labo cologne she watched him spray on his wrists still lingered on his skin.

Along with the expensive wine, her fluffy blue sweater was keeping her warm. Chris would slyly slide his hand underneath its seams, gently holding her wrist while his thumb rubbed slow circles over her pulse.

She was nervous as fuck.

No matter how many famous people she finds herself around, her palms got slightly sweaty in their company. Her Mom was going to have a cow when she saw the texts she’d sent her. And the voice message she’d nervously word vomited into during her trip to the bathroom.

Chris said Hugh was a tad pretentious, his dry humor not helping in the slightest with some feeling slightly offended by the seasoned actor at first.

She thinks she got on his good side when he asked if she’d ever seen any of his movies.

"Oh, for sure. Florence Foster Jenkins— I watched that on a flight with my Mom. She teared up, and she didn’t even do that while giving birth to my younger brother." She wanted to crawl into a hole after her failed attempt at being cheeky, wincing slightly in embarrassment. But he and his wife both laughed, and that was before the waiter had even taken their orders.

"It’s so fun doing these little press junkets because you completely forget about the movie you’ve worked on since it was damn near a year ago. But you get to reconnect with all these people you spent months working your bum off with. Even recall some of the wacky events that occurred." Hugh wiggled his eyebrows as he looked at everyone around the table. She noted Hugh’s quirky vocabulary got more eccentric after each sip of his glass of merlot.

"Now, darling." They'd just gotten their meals, and so far she’d been successful in not being the topic of conversation. She was content to be a fly on the wall, watching as Chris interacted with his coworker. Instinctually, she sat up straighter as everyone fixated on her.

"First, congratulations are most certainly in order. Chris here has expressed much interest in your work; dare I say he has gone as far as to show a few of us videos of you composing?"

Hugh’s admission was shocking; she was ready to go into great depth on her career and why the hell she might even be there.

She’d only met a few of Chris close friends and vice versa, wanting to keep a level of privacy in their relationship that very few people got access to. It was better that way for the both of them. Some reasons being more obvious than others.

However, ever since the first set of pictures with them came out, more and more were published in the press. With the amount of time they spent together it was inevitable. She’d noticed how Chris was now more inclined to share her with people outside their circle. He was less withholding of PDA, not that he was really trying before.

He wants people to know she’s his.

That thought sparked something deep in her chest, accompanied by a warm feeling in between her legs. In some sick way, she liked him establishing this claim on her. Because, at the end of the day, it was her allowing him to do so. If she displayed any sort of disdain for the situation and expressed it, she knew he’d stop in a heartbeat.

"I’ve just got to know how this talented young lady came to be."

She cleared her throat and glanced over at Chris, whose undivided attention was completely on her. The dim lighting added to the facade of intimacy, and the busting room filled with chatter from other patrons conversations. But hell, they might as well have been the only two people in the room.

"I, uh, grew up in New York. My mom's an adjunct professor at NYU but volunteers when she can. My Dad’s owned this bakery like a block from where I grew up since before I was born. They really wanted to push my brothers and me to follow our passions just as long as we could make a suitable living doing so." She giggled to herself at that. "Never, uh, was really that good in school, but music stuck pretty naturally. I learned how to play like fourteen instruments by the time I was twelve."

"Oh my, so you were a prodigy?" Anna, Hugh’s wife, expressed. The couple looking at her impressed.

"I guess so? Never got tested or nothing. Just recorded some music and samples on my parents iMac and uploaded them online. It’s pretty much how I got discovered."

She feels a hand squeeze her upper thigh, looking over at Chris, who was gazing at her in admiration. She sheepishly smiled back before looking down at her plate.

"Well, I for one think that should qualify as a prodigy, especially for being nominated for such a prestigious award so early in your career." Anna smiled at the younger woman, and she replied with a soft but appreciative thank you.

The topic flows easily throughout the remainder of the evening, and just as Hugh and Chris finished arguing about who’d fit the bill (Hugh did), they began talking about plans for tomorrow.

"Oh, you're going to love the movie, dear; it’s a heap of fun." Hugh exclaimed, looking between her and his wife.

"Yeah, it looks great. Can’t wait to see it." She'd already ordered a couple tickets in advance to see it opening weekend back in LA. Few of her friends excited to see her hot, daddy boyfriend in action.

Their words, not hers.

"Now I don’t know where you plan on sitting, but you're more than welcome to join Anna and me."

"Huh?" She was confused, looking over to Chris, whose jaw had clenched as he slowly finished his wine.

"Well, at the preimere, it'll be so bus-"

"I hadn’t really had a chance to bring it up, Hugh." He placed his glass down while glaring at the man across from him.

"Oh." Hugh looked nervously at the young woman and back to his wife before letting out a guilty chuckle and saying, "Silly me."

Anna quickly began to change the subject allowing her to try and connect the dots. Departing goodbyes and future plans were made as they all made their way out of the restaurant. Following Anna towards the exit, with Chris close behind her, she whispered behind her shoulder.

"Chris?" She knew he��d understand what she was asking, but she didn't really love being out of the loop.

"Let’s get you outside to the car first, Sweets, then we'll talk."

As soon as the doors opened, multiple camera flashes started blinding her.

She'll say one thing about being in the music industry: she wasn't a stranger to crowds or people. Yet it still made her slightly uncomfortable when strangers invaded her personal space. She pulled her Prada sunglasses out her purse and slid them over her eyes. Instinctively grabbing Chris’s hand as he guided her to their car. The chauffeur was already standing outside holding the door, and she gave him a quick thanks in appreciation while quickly getting in the back seat.

Once it was quiet, with only the sound of soft German music imitating from the radio, she allowed herself to slip off her sunglasses.

Chris was already looking at her; he’d slid his hand across the middle seat to rest it on her upper thigh.

"Good?" His eyes held a bit of worry.

She nodded. "Good." Then her eyes became daggers. "Now, what the fuck is going on tomorrow?"

"I wanted to ask you tonight after dinner. No photo ops, no red carpet. You’ll ride with Sarah and me to the theater. I'll do my rounds and then join you both for the screening."

Her head was spinning. A million thoughts raced to the front of her mind. The first one that left her mouth was the least important.

"I-I don’t even have anything to wear."

"Baby girl, you're telling me you don’t have one outfit?" He cocked a brow towards her, and she groaned. Of course she did; she’s an overpacker, and with Chris’s classic spontaneity, she always made sure she was prepared for anything. Still, she wasn’t able to just pull out a custom gown from her ass.

"No photos or press?

He barked out a laugh, bringing her hand to his lips to give it a warm kiss. He knew he had won her over.

"Just want you by my side, scouts honor."

She wanted to scoot over the middle console to be closer to him, but the little wine left in her system wasn’t enough to cloud her judgment to do so, and she didn’t want the driver to be uncomfortable.

"You owe me big time. Like huge, just FYI."

He brought up two fingers and gestured for her to lean in closer to him. Chris softly cupped her jaw and angled her head so he could whisper in her ear.

"I hope you got enough rest on that plane. We’ve got a long night ahead of us."

When Chris fucked her, she could only successfully compare it to a premeditated game of chess. Always seeming to know how he, the knight, would take down his opponent.

He held back from touching her the entire ride back to the hotel. Minimal words were shared between the couple as they let the tension speak for itself. Her skin was cold; goosebumps were visible, and in the elevator, she stuffed her hand in her pockets to prevent reaching out towards him.

He needed to make the first move.

It wasn’t until she took a seat on the plush sofa that he knelt down in front of her. Eyes gazing up as if she’d built the entire world around them all her own.

"Will you let me undress you?"

"Please."

His touch was like a live wire while his hands ever so gently gripped her left ankle, undoing her heels clasp. It took everything in her to hold back a whimper.

Once he’d discarded her other shoe, he pushed up her pants leg till it bunched at her knee. Slowly following an invisible trail up her now exposed leg with his rose-colored lips. They were tinted a dark shade from the wine, and an embarrassingly loud whine left her lips as his tongue slowly dragged up her calf.

It quickly turned into a yelp as the man’s teeth nipped at her shin. "Keep those eyes on me." Chris always required her attention, knowing how often her mind wonders.

"Yo-you got it."

A smile appeared. Rewarding her with a lick over the nicked skin and sweetening it with another kiss

They both watched his hands let the pants leg fall, dragging them over the fabric that covered her thighs as he reached for the button of her pants.

"I know you said I owe you, and trust me, this isn’t me cashing that in. I’ve just been craving your fucking pussy since California."

It wasn’t anything she didn’t already know. Chris was a pleaser; he got easily riled up just by knowing he was the only person who could ever make her feel this good. He'd told her himself.

Nodding her head with fervor, she aided in helping him take off her pants, wiggling her hips off the couch as the garment fell to her ankles along with her pink panties. An obvious patch of arousal was on the crotch. "You always takin’ good care of me."

He hummed in agreement, but his focus had gone to her cunt. Slowly, he raised her legs to rest on his shoulders; her pants wrapped around her ankles, trapping him in between her thighs. Delving into her, the man raised an expectant hand to her lips. She knew exactly what he wanted her to do, and as soon as his broad tongue dragged against her slit, she shoved his middle and ring fingers into her mouth.

A groan escaped him right as his mouth dragged along her clit, the stimulation causing her to slightly drool on his fingers.

"No wine in the world can compare to how goddamn good you taste." Chris other hand squeezed her hip where it rested, locking eyes with his lust-blown pupils. She could confidently claim that no one had ever looked at her like this until him. That no one has ever made her feel like this. It seemed so foreign yet so familiar, like meeting a totally stranger and instantly hitting it off.

Eating out someone like this should be considered a war crime. It seemed irrational that Chris could delve into her like a starving man when they just had dinner. How he lapped at her bundle of nerves like it was a bountiful oasis after traveling miles through treacherous terrain.

His tongue caught on the edge of her entrance, and a sharp "Fuck!" left her lips. His fingers slipped from her mouth, soaked with her saliva. The hand resting on her hip punished her with a quick slap. Her head fell back further into the couch, taking all of her energy not to close her eyes.

"Language."

Being from the city meant she had a mouth on her. It was ingrained in her DNA, and it was something Chris always loved about her. But in the bedroom, good girls never curse.

"Sorry." He accepted her apology by rewarding her with a kiss on her thigh.

One hand gripped the top of his head while the other gripped the decorative pillows next to her. She was so focused on how he was making her feel that he used it to his advantage, slipping two fingers slicked with her spit inside her.

"Oh my god!" He went slow, pushing his fingers all the way to the last knuckle until he even attempted to curl his fingers inside her.

"Do you miss having my fingers inside you, baby girl? Know how hard it is for you to reach this deep." Chris tapped at her g-spot, and a high-pitched yelp left her mouth.

Her eyelids kept fluttering as they both watched his fingers move in and out of her. His thumb was coming up to her clit and she knew If she bit her lip any harder, she’d draw blood.

Chris slowly rose to his knees to rest his upper body against hers, his half-lidded eyes looking down at her. She didn’t even recall him fully taking her pants off until he gently nudged her left leg to rest her foot on the couch, bending it. The new position let him finger her even deeper, and fuck, if she wasn’t wet now, she was gushing.

"I think you can take three fingers, Sweets. Wanna try for three?"

She might be too far gone to confirm if the wet spot on the crotch of his pants was real or not, but she didn’t question the feeling of him bucking his hips against her right leg and the sofa. Just as he was adding his third finger to the mix, it was enough to send her over the edge.

Immediately, a flash of white filled her vision as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. A long moan leaving her lips while Chris worked her through her orgasm.

"There you go."

He kept fingering her until she opened her eyes and looked back at him. She had a wide smile across her face, and Chris mirrored it, placing a long kiss on her forehead.

"I haven’t come that hard in so long." Giggles escaped her, and she knew the high from cumming was still flowing through her. "Well, at least since you left me all alone."

Chris hands started pulling at her sweater to take it off of her. She hadn’t worn a bra under it; the sweater was so oversized and fluffy that it wasn’t even noticeable.

"Oh? Well, maybe I’ll have to show you how to do it right then, huh?" He was kissing all over her cheeks, slowly making his way down her neck. "Make sure you don’t suffer for too long while I’m away." Mumbling into her skin.

"Don’t think I could ever make myself feel this good."

He nipped her collarbone and faced her, their noses almost touching.

"Damn straight." Capturing her lips in a kiss, she began pulling at the back of his jacket to undress him. Chris quickly caught on and stood before her to start stripping. Pulling her legs on the couch, she bit the tip of her thumb to help suppress her smile at the show.

His solid upper body, rippled with pure muscle crafted by numerous hours spent in the gym, had her hypnotized. As Chris stood up to undo his trousers, he couldn’t contain a smug grin. Looking down at her debauched figure, slightly vibrating in anticipation, did a number on the older man.

Just waiting within arm's reach was his exposed cock. It was bigger than anyone she’d ever taken, and her first time she had to cum twice from him stretching her out until he finally fucked her. It was long, and its width something that never failed to take her aback. Whenever she rubbed him off, she couldn't even fit her full fist around him.

"Let me take you to the bedroom you deserve a good fuck."

Tipping her chin to flick her gaze at him, he scoupped her naked body up into his arms. A squeal rang throughout the suite, legs wrapping around his slender waist. Arms around his neck as he cupped her ass. She took advantage of him guiding them safely to the bed, fingers dragging through his hair as a content sigh released out of her nose.

Placing her in the center of the bed, the Egyptian cotton petted her skin. Chris body pressed against hers, and she embraced how he basically engulfed her. Body weight making her sink deeper into the white comforter.

"I’ll give you the world and then some, baby. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Giant hands cradled her head, and carnivorous eyes bore into her soul.

"Need you to make love to me."

From the tips of her fingers to the bottoms of her feet, the feeling of being so fucking saturated in one another was indescribable.

An infinite kiss, in which lips contently rested on top of one another, sealed the deal.

Toned thighs moved to spread hers apart, positioning her instinctively. A distracting slip of his tongue into her mouth, simultaneous with his cock shoving into her cunt. Her mind went blank, a haze washing over her as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

"Shit." The swear came from deep within him. Chris forehead pressed against hers as their noses bumped into one another. His breath was warm, and the air around her was hot as it grew thick with the smell of sex.

Gripping her cheek tightly, squeezing until her lips puckered open. He let out a deep groan, obviously enjoying the view. Well, that and the way he tried to be subtly with a shallow thrust to her g spot.

"Do you believe me now?" He was referring back to their conversation earlier in the tub.

"How I feel about you?"

"What your very fucking-" She had to close her eyes as her body was completely engulfed in all of him. The faint feeling of his hand traveling down to the back of her neck, tightly cupping it. Tightening his hold on the back of her neck, forcing her head to hit the goose feathered pillow. "existence does to me?"

Her eyes snapped open when his pelvis casually dragged against her clit after a deep thrust.

"Yes! Fu-god, I get it!"

When they locked eyes, she felt a twitch in Chris’s left leg. The one resting against her right thigh.

"Good."

It was swift. His hand gripped her waist as he flipped her on her stomach. A wide hand slapped against her chest to flush her back against his firm chest.

Thighs resting on thighs, with both of them on their knees, she was positioned comfortably on his lap. Another hand was resting on her hipbone holding it up to prevent her from sinking down on him. Spit-soaked lips pressed right on the shell of her ear.

"Now I can fuck you how you deserve."

They groaned in unison once Chris finally let them reconnect. Hand once on her waist, traveling down to rub her clit as she grinds her ass against his pelvis to try and accommodate him inside her again.

It was a slow tempo, pushing deep into her from behind so she could really feel him. All of him. He’d moved the hand on her chest to rest on her neck. Fingers dancing around the bare planes of her collarbone

"I think I need to get you a pretty little necklace." Thrust. "Make sure everyone knows who fucking cunt this is. " Thrust. "Get something for you to play with when I can’t get my cock in your mouth." Two fingers turned into three to slap at her clit.

"I’m-" She hiccuped while trying to blabber out the rest of her sentence. A dark chuckle warm on her ear. "I’m def-initely gonna cum."

"Baby’s got manners tonight, huh?" A quick slap to the side of her ass almost had her whine out but he returned his hand to her clit to continue. "Now are you asking me or telling me?"

Nibbling her ear, she could feel the stutters of his thrust beginning. He was close. Touch more desperate and harsh against her skin than the last buck of his hips.

"Asking!"

He forced them to remain still, with no movement except his fingers abusing her clit and his dick pulsing inside her. Even the city around them grew silent, waiting.

"Go ahead and cum for me then."

Each orgasm Chris gave her was never the same, but they all made her feel nothing less than euphoric. It reminded her of a hot summer day, finishing off a blunt while relaxing in the sun. All the stress and anxiety that filled her washing away, similar to the silk dripping down his dick.

"There you go. Fuck there, you fucking go, baby girl." And whenever he came inside her, god she felt limitless. No experience in the world could be shared between two souls could equal this primal connection.

Her head had fallen against his shoulder, enjoying the electrical currents of ecstasy traveling through her as his hips continued to push his cum into her.

Kisses traveled up and down her sweaty skin as Chris shoved his face into her neck. He was humming out a breath subconsciously to a random tune while soaking in the moment.

What came next was always the worst part. The inevitable of him having to pull out of her. Both of them groan while he lifts her off his softening dick to tuck her in the bed.

"Thank you." It was the first thing said as they basked in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He had her tucked under his arm, arms and legs intertwined. He kissed her temple whispering the words like a secret.

"Feel like I should be the one sayin’ that." Lips grazed her skin as he nodded his head no at her claim.

The moon was seeping through the curtains, painting their naked skin a blue hue. She doesn’t know if she’s seen or felt something so beautiful. So filled with warmth and passion.

"I fuckin’ love you." It was the first time she had said it first. Always relying on confirmation from him whenever they exchange vows.

Chris smile was brighter than the top of the Berliner Fernsehturm. Eyes sparkling. He immersed her in his hold, shoving her face into his chest, almost shielding her from anything that could penetrate their bubble.

"And I love you."

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What's His Name Again?

Written for the @steddiemicrofic December prompt ‘pine’ | Rating: T | WC: 508 | CW: Modern AU, fluff, flirting (mild), swearing, inaccurate depiction of a movie’s release date (bc I just had to make this festive) | Tags: Love confession (sort of), Steve’s bi awakening, getting together. A/N: Massive thanks to @steddieas-shegoes and @wynnyfryd for organising these challenges. I learn and/or experience something new every time, from both taking part and reading. Also, apologies if this is stretching the prompt too far 😆

“Thanks for coming with me, dude. I know it’s not really your thing.”

“No problem, man. I know how desperate you are to see it. The kids can’t skip school to see the first showing, and I couldn’t let you come alone like some kind of loser.”

Steve gives Eddie a wry smile. He retrieves their popcorn and they shuffle into the padded seats at the back of the theatre.

“What else has he been in?”

“I told you. The new Star Trek movies, Wonder Woman, some thriller, I forget the name. You’ll recognise him, I swear.”

“It’s a real treat for you, huh? An actor you like, in a film about D&D?”

“Yeah, it’s niche, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

Eddie gives Steve a little smile.

Wait, is he nervous?

Steve says the name in his head again. It’s still not familiar.

“So what is it about this Chris Pine guy that you like so much?”, nudging Eddie’s elbow.

Even in the dim lighting, Steve spots his pinkening cheeks.

“Weeeelll, he usually plays the good guy, but he can play darker too. He’s got cute hair, a super-buff bod, intense eyes. Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”

Eddie’s voice trails off, cracking slightly.

Steve looks sideways, and sees that Eddie isn’t looking at the screen. He’s looking straight at Steve.

Oh.

Steve swallows, shifts in his seat. Tries not to make it obvious that he’s hiding the appearance of an unexpected semi.

OH.

They watch the movie mostly in silence, apart from Steve occasionally gaining clarification on D&D-related plot points and them both whooping and groaning at appropriate junctures.

Steve enjoys it more than he thought he would, admitting,

“That Chris guy is pretty good. I can see why you… like him.”

Eddie coughs.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty good actor, if, y’know, that’s your thing.”

Do it, Steve, just fucking do it.

“It’s still early, do you maybe wanna do something else before the kids get out of school?”

Eddie replies enthusiastically, “Sure!” Adding, more nonchalantly, ”I mean, sure, if you wanted to. Like what?”

“We could go back to your place? You could educate me on the finer points of D&D lore?”

A year later, Steve and Eddie are setting up a tree, celebrating their first Christmas in their new apartment.

The kids are coming over for a festive get-together. Dustin’s the first to arrive, brandishing a small package.

Eddie admonishes, “Hey, we said no presents!”

“I don't care. This is special.”

Steve tears the wrapping, revealing a DVD of ‘Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves’.

“Dustin, how did you know?”

“Dude, it was all over the pair of you as soon as you’d seen it! Since Chris Pine is basically your Cupid, we figured you might like to watch it on your anniversary.”

Eddie grabs the DVD, flings it to the sofa, and bundles his boyfriend into a loose hug.

“Don’t need it, I’ve got my very own Chris Pine right here. Cute hair, super-buff bod, intense eyes.”

He stares deeply into Steve’s.

“Jesus, those fuckin’ eyes…”

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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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chris-continues · 10 months

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With enough exposure to you and with familiarity, Nai’s walls begin to break down.

His reprimands and snide remarks become sighs and sarcastic comments- a slight improvement. One could observe and say with the way you learn to take it? It could border banter, playful even. And for someone who knows Nai? (Said someone being Vash, nobody else truly knows him), they could watch and be able to tell-

His eyes soften whenever you’re in his line of sight. He’s memorized your coffee order- overhead you as you ordered. It was just in earshot, really. (It was in the busy campus cafe with crowded voices).

He lets you skim by him a bit closer than anyone else- he usually allows himself 2-4 feet away from someone. Preferably 4. 2 is for when he’s in a crowd.

But with you? You can brush past him as you reach to grab something, breeze past him as you briskly walk from the countertop or desk or table. Wherever you may be.

It’s nothing of importance to note. Not that anybody should be noting it, because he hasn’t begun to fully comprehend it himself. Not that he’d allow himself to. There’s nothing to comprehend- you’re just annoyingly on his mind.

A nuisance.

But that word feels far too harsh for someone like you.

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totallynottinsel · 8 months

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Warnings: none. Just some tooth rotting fluff for the soul. and maybe a little angst

Ship: Chreon (+ some Jill x Claire sprinkled in for fun)

Ty to my wonderful mom for this whole idea of the gang getting to have a chill day out for once, she's amazing so all credit goes to her for the prompt (: (i've dragged her into the Chreon cult)

Finally, with the world saved once again by the skin of everyone’s teeth, there was that silent, open void left over; it was a bit funny how these top tier government agents and so on had a hard time figuring out what to occupy themselves with when not stopping bioterrorists or shooting zombies. Though most of them had gotten used to that same empty space by now.

After Dylan had been successfully put to a stop, as well as the events on Alcatraz Island settled—the near exhausted group of friends wanted to at least spend a little time all together before each of them had to return to their own set of work again. Yet the question was…what would they do? None could seem to agree on one thing throughout the various ideas and suggestions spat out, though at least someone had a decent choice. Rebecca ended up saying they should simply go out for ice cream, to which they all happily agreed to. Who wouldn’t though?

They all decided to carpool to make the trip easier. “I’m calling shotgun!” Claire exclaimed as she dashed to the side of the car, sitting herself inside right next to her brother, who’d already been the chosen driver—whilst Jill and Rebecca got stuck with the backseats. But at least it wasn’t too squished for the two of them, or so they would think for a good minute.

“Hey, can I ride with you guys? I’ve kinda lost mine” A low, unsure voice kindly asked the rest of the group, which was quick to catch everyone’s attention. It belonged to Leon of course, who stood just a few feet away from the vehicle, arms crossed as he patiently awaited a response.

“What happened to your bike?” Chris asked with curiosity towards the other, his arm resting on the rim of the car’s open window.

“I…don’t really wanna talk about it.” The blond replied in an underlying tone of remorse, his gaze fluttering down to the ground below him, almost in a shameful manner.

"Not again…" Claire murmured from her side, leaning forward to try and get a better look out her brother's window, not all too surprised by the revolution. Especially seeing who it was coming from.

"What does she mean again? Jesus, how many bikes have you recked?" Jill raised an eyebrow to the topic, staring at the apprehensive man outside the car with a slightly distasteful, yet nonetheless intrigued look on her face.

"Too many for my liking." Leon mumbled under his breath as it was mixed with the tiniest tinge of annoyance, which was fair in his defense. He made his way over to the car, and slid himself inside the backseat alongside the other two—who were now stuck being squished next to each other.

"So what I got from that was, is that I get to sit next to the guy who's known for wrecking bikes and or vehicles? Just my luck." She remarked straight back, her tone riddled with sarcasm as she kept on trying to lean far from him, making their limited space even worse no doubt. "Wanna swap seats?" She asked the woman next to her.

"I'll pass." Rebecca gladly declined, knowing fully well she wasn't about to be the human shield in case the curse of the vehicle wrecker was real all along.

"Don't worry, we'll get you a new one, again. It's no big deal." Chris didn't hesitate one bit to put up an offer towards the other man, his usual warm and inviting smile coming across his face as he started up the car, one hand leisurely placed on the wheel.

"You don't have to do that, Chris—really. I can get my own this time, eventually…" He denied the gracious offer with hesitance; it wouldn't be the first time he's said no, yet came home to a snazzy new bike regardless.

"He just likes finding any excuse to buy you things." Claire couldn't help but comment with a grin towards the two, shifting to look back at Leon, who rightfully was trying to avoid direct eye contact. Even if everyone was staring at him with intrigue. "You know he'll get it for you no matter what you say or do." He sank right into his seat after hearing that.

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"Are you going to pick or just stand there?" Chris asked with a gentle sigh, waiting for Jill to finally order whatever flavor of ice cream she was so deeply contemplating for what seemed like years. At this rate, she'd been holding up the line of impatient kids—whilst Claire and Rebecca had no issues ordering and taking a seat outside the place.

"Give me a break! It's been awhile since I ordered anything, let alone ice cream." She gave a snappy response before eventually making her decision out of the bajillion flavors this place had, and was glad to leave the devilish gazes of all those kids waiting for their daily sugar intake.

"Did you order anything yet?" Chris directed his attention back to the silent man standing off to the side, seeming a bit fazed out—as if he'd been distracted this entire time, which might've been true.

"Huh–? Oh, yeah… I'll just have whatever you're having, I'm not really that hungry." Leon merely shrugged his shoulders, stuffing his hands down into the pockets of his leather jacket, having his laid back demeanor as always.

"You sure?" The older wanted to confirm, though a hint of concern was noticeable in his voice towards the other.

"Yeah, like I said, I'm not super hungry or anything…but if I do I'll just steal some from yours." He at least had a half smile going, which was better than nothing at all, but something still felt a bit off.

The two men returned back outside within no time, ice cream in hand as the sun was shining, people out and about, no blood curdling screams of terror. Or big tyrants stomping around. All in all it was…well, a normal, average day, by anyone else's standards. But for this group of pals in particular? This was like a dream.

"Looks like we've been ditched." Leon snarkily remarked at the supposed other three friends who'd left before them, now nowhere in sight. So…that left the both of them, alone once again to either sit in cricket filled silence as they stood on the sidewalk, or attempt at striking up a decent conversation. What the hell would they even talk about at this point? That was always the question when this scene played out, with no mission to swiftly coordinate with one another, or battle to face. Though in all honesty, neither one totally hated the silence—it was almost nice of sorts to just be in each other's company, no words needed.

"You doing okay?" Chris finally spoke up after at least five minutes of just head nodding and gestures of acknowledgement, having already taken notice of the other's odd quietness, and how he kept on resting his eyes nearly the whole time. "You've been pretty quiet all morning."

"I'm fine, just real tired. I barely got any sleep last night…actually, scratch that, I haven't got any sleep all damn week. I guess it's catching up to me." The fatigued blond rubbed his drowsy eyes with his hand, leaning his back against the concrete wall next to the store. "I can't seem to figure out how to stop having nightmares, and I feel like I've tried everything, you know?"

"Yeah, I do." Chris gave a weary nod in return; he definitely had similar experiences with dreams throughout his entire life, though he wasn't sure if his were as frequent, and as bad as Leon's. He's heard about them in detail before, and it didn't sound like a pleasant sight to see. He also wasn't an expert when it came to comforting people, so he gently leaned his cup of ice cream towards the other, offering it up with a kindhearted smile.

Leon let a short chuckle go as he spotted the ice cream, decided to accept the treat, even if it wasn't a flavor he preferred—he didn't mind at all if it was coming from Chris. He pulled out one of the plastic spoons that sat in the side of it, and popped a spoon full into his mouth, pleasantly surprised by it.

"You'll always have my shoulder to lean on, just know that." The older said whilst taking a bite of his own, happy to have seen his offer of ice cream be taken up.

"Good, 'cause I'm beat." Leon didn't hesitate much to carefully rest his sleepy head on the side of the other's shoulder, not exactly being able to reach the top due to their slight height difference. He obviously chose to take the Chris's words more literally than figuratively—but hey, the man was exhausted, so what's the harm in it?

The two decided to stay there, taking in the scenery; sounds of speedy cars rushing by, or the sounds of distant voices and footsteps. It was honestly quite relaxing, and with how tired Leon already was, he was struggling to even keep his eyes open as he took a long awaited rest—which no doubt wouldn't be happening if Chris wasn't here. They made each other feel safe enough to put their guards down for once. It was sort of like having a big fuzzy blanket you could hide yourself under, and you felt as if nobody could touch you.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have to get me a new bike."

"I want to."

Leon sighed in defeat, eyes still closed, knowing there was no way he'd win this argument.

"Maybe Claire was right when she said I use it as an excuse to buy you things, but it's also an excuse to get to see you. Without having to fight bioterrorist's in the same day." It was true, he was always looking for little ways to try and see or talk to the agent away from anything work related, and it'd become painfully obvious to everyone around that he was trying so hard to spend time with him, well—to everyone but Leon.

“All you have to do is ask, y’know? It’s no trouble if you ever wanna call me up and hang around, or something. No need to spend your entire life savings on me, Redfield.” He mentally cursed at his own words after some thought over them, wondering if ‘hanging around’ was the right thing to suggest, should he have recommended going out to dinner? Or perhaps another group activity? He was unsure, and the room was a bit hard to read…so, all he could really do was hope for the best.

“I might just take you up on that, then.” Well, Chris definitely seemed up for it, so…at least he was doing something right.

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"That's a keeper." Claire said with a smile of her own as she snapped a good photo of the two men from round the street corner, knowing it was a rare sight they were ever that close in a public setting—and she couldn't wait to see the look on her brother's face once she showed it to him later.

"How have neither of them asked each other out?" Rebecca asked with absolute disbelief, shaking her head as she finished off her scoop of ice cream.

"Honestly, I thought Leon would be making moves left and right on him, but I realized he talks a bigger game than he's actually got. And that's just based off a few days knowing him." Jill summed it up fairly well as she watched the two, arms crossed with a small smile before she moved her gaze to the other women beside her. "You Redfields are awful at flirting too."

"She's got a point, I've been around those two long enough to get the feeling that Chris…isn't necessarily great at flirting…" Rebecca chimed in with reluctance.

"Hey, we're not awful flirters! I can do it just as well as anyone else, and maybe Chris…struggles, but he gets there." Claire defended the both of them with confidence in her voice, one she'd soon come to regret as she attempted trying to come up with a flirt, or pickup line, yet—she found herself stuck with infuriated embarrassment by the end of it.

"Alright, stop— look, this is how you do it." Jill set her empty cup of melted ice cream down onto the ground, rolling her shoulders back as she stepped a few feet away, then turned around and walked up to the younger Redfield again, who was still speechless. "Hey, wanna go out some time, beautiful?"

In all honesty, it wasn't that great of a line, and really shouldn't work on anyone. Yet the way Jill said those words—the way she walked with absolute confidence, and her voice was as smooth as ever—it lit something inside Claire that she suddenly couldn't explain, and all she could say was…

"Uh, sure–?" She uttered out with a mix of confusion, surprise, and…an interesting dose of excitement.

"Great." Jill accepted it, and was content with her work for the day enough to begin walking back—with a flabbergasted Claire and semi entertained Rebecca following—towards the two men who were practically in their own little world—which would soon come to a speedy crash. "Is he asleep…?" She asked in a low voice.

The sound of Jill's harsh, sudden questioning was enough to jolt Leon awake from his relaxed and peaceful state, swiftly leaving his claimed spot on Chris's shoulder and very quickly deciding to pretend as if that was the last thing he was doing. And totally was not taking an extremely enjoyable nap on his quote on quote ‘friend's’ arm. Yet now he just looked plain freaked out instead of cool and collected. "Where the hell did you all come from–?"

"We were hanging around the corner, just to let you two have some quality time to yourselves.” Rebecca answered with her usual soft tone, though it was as clear as day she was in on whatever the three of them were conspiring over there. “Well, until Jill had something to say to you, I believe."

Chris audibly sighed, a bit bitter by the fact his moment was abruptly interrupted, but tried in his best efforts to keep calm about it, just for the 50\50 chance that whatever she had to say was important in some way, shape or form.

“What is it?”

“I asked your sister out, and she said sure.” Blunt as ever.

“You what?”

The silence had gotten so thick, you could cut it with a knife. And that soon faded into mindless staring—just waiting for someone to awkwardly cough, or say any sentence at all. Nobody was entirely sure if this was all a planned joke or quite literal.

“Jill what do you mean? Don’t walk away!” He threw his hands up in utter confusion as he chased after her down the sidewalk, itching to get a straighter answer and much needed context he clearly missed, whilst Rebecca kept on telling them not to banter so close to the busy road. Far too many times.

Leon didn’t give many words to the whole ordeal, and instead chose to simply watch in saddened disappointment as Chris left his side; he had a blatant frown as he put his hands back in his pockets, returning to the same state he’d been in all morning within the blink of an eye. Although he did have one question that took him a bit aback, out of everything that went down.

“I didn’t know you…well, you know, were into women–?” He tilted his head towards Claire with uncertainty to his own question, even if they’d been close friends for years now—new information still seemed to pop up out of the blue.

“I didn’t know you were into my brother.” She didn’t even have to look back at him to get her point across, and held back a large smile while doing so. She’d noticed his sudden spring of dismay the moment Chris walked off right away, of course, and couldn’t help but comment on it if no one else would.

The blond didn’t deny her accusation by any means, and simply took a stand by her side, a chuckle escaping his lips as they watched the other three repartee all across the street, a true sight for sore eyes getting to see them have a bit of fun.

“I don’t think he knows either.”

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housewifebuck · 9 months

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Should I post some of my new wip for tidbit tuesday or do u horny freaks just want more onlyfans buck:/

#the new one is just. fluff and angst with zero plot #so far it’s like over a thousand words of buck and Chris making Eddie waffles #and buck pining so hard he’s about to pull smth #and I just started it this morning 😭#personal

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writercole · 4 months

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Dance With Me

Summary: Katie was lucky that you loved her. There was no other way that you'd be able to deal with FDR Foster for longer than two minutes. Any time he walked in, it was like he expected you to fall at his feet. But frustrations come out on the floor of the dance class and the two of you find yourselves feeling hot in more ways than one.

Squares: FDR Foster @ultimatechrisbingo // dance class @anyfandomfluffbingo // Enemies to Lovers @anyfandomkinkbingo

*Photos found on google and canva

#cole creates #chris pine #fdr foster #moodboard #mymoodboard #ultimate chris bingo #af fluff bingo #af kink bingo

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royalwritersoftheuniverses · 2 years

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I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either

TRIGGER Warnings: death of a parent mentioned grieving sadness other than that angst and fluff and cake.

Pick your Chris (pay attention to the cutie above)

COMMENTS &REBLOGS WELCOME do not post or republish or translate anywhere

It seemed like everyone forgot, including my dad who ignored the day ...everyone...everyone except Chris

Sure I never marked it on Facebook or social anymore (I dont care about social barely on it) but still... to have my dad pretend like it wasn't anything was heartbreaking seeing everyone forget wondering if that always how or if sometimes its not. But it didnt change the fact that like I said everyone seemed to forget....everyone except Chris

He didn't say anything to me or text when he was away on this take hed never call or text about it but he was extra sweet. Extra careing. To be honest I thought he forgot just like everyone else does a year so after someone looses someone. Thier birth stories are forgotten thier births are forgotten. But today Chris was extra sweet we both knew new why he was so cuddly in between shooting scene pulling me in his arms.

"Thank you." I muttered one time in between shoots.

He shook his head.

"You never have to thank me."

He was done shooting at a decent time. We got some takeout and went back to his place. I dont know how that man could be so sneaky but he could. He had a cake and we, well he cut two slices one for him and one for me I assumed, but we only took one out of the cake that we were sharing playing war with with our forks and I dont know how he did it or when but I suddenly saw the candle was lit. He silently got up and opened the window in the room. It was on the otberside, but still.n I was a nice night still and not really any breeze with a perfect light coolness. In the air but no breeze at all.

Do you like the cake? Mhm I said putting some in my mouth.

I was told sure what to get.

To be honest I wouldn't either. I think my mom always got whatever she thought I'd like. She always put me first for everything.

"Well she raised an amazing daughter."

I couldnt help the tears that came to my eyes.

"And I bet you she always knew," He bumped my shoulder playfully. "I wish I could've met her."

"Me too."

"I'd tell her I'd take the best care of her daughter I possibly could and how much I love you. Did she ever say if she liked my movies or no?"

"You know I dont know. One movie ai thought you were such an ass. She did say that I learn to love chest hair on men."

"Oh yeah is there a verdict."

"I love you how you are."

"What a coincidence I love you too."

He was leaning into kiss me(so was I to be honest) when there was a sudden woosh we looked up both of us confused. Then he put a smile on.

"I guess someone approves of us."

P.O.V. change

Chris wondered if the person or thing that blew out the candle knew about the engagement ring he was hiding on his sock drawer....

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oh-my-damn · 1 year

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Just Steve

A/N: The much awaited part 2 of Ethereal has finally arrived! The incredible gif is by my amazing bestie @justconfettiandsomeddew. I will never stop praising her for her immense talent (I actually cried when I first saw this) <3333

Series Masterlist

Pairing: TWS!Steve Rogers x Neighbor!Reader

Summary: You and Steve have been on a few dates when you suddenly realize he's been keeping a big secret from you.

Warnings: Steve is (still) a literal golden retriever, some angst/frustration, Sad boi Stevie, reader acting irrational and then apologizing (lol). SMUT - p in v, fingering, grinding/making out, dirty talk, praise, Stevie showing his dominant side (i love that), a teeny tiny Captain kink lol, but all in all very soft, first time vibes

Word Count: 9000 (I'm not sorry)

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

"What movie should we watch this time?"

You plop down on your couch next to Steve, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of it.

You swiftly pick up the remote, turning on your TV and immediately sifting through the options.

Steve watches as your brows furrow in concentration, draping his arm over the back of the couch. You lean into him unconsciously, pulling your feet up on the seat as your side relaxes into his.

"We've been working our way through Star Wars," he hums, his hand finding your shoulder to stroke it gently, "There are more than the three we watched, right?"

You snort, nodding at his words, "Yeah, obviously. I can't believe you've never watched those."

Steve chuckles quietly, his shoulders lifting in a shrug, "I was saving them, I guess."

You glance over at him, quirking a brow, "Waiting for the right girl, huh?"

Steve chuckles again, nodding, "Yeah, exactly. The right girl."

Your cheeks heat up a little at his words, your eyes holding his intensely. The hand on your shoulder slowly moves upwards, his fingers sliding into your hair.

"C'mere," he whispers softly as he pulls you closer, "You haven't kissed me yet, today."

You giggle quietly before leaning in, gently brushing your lips over his. He lets out a content sigh, the fingers in your hair tightening their hold when his lips chase yours.

His soft lips move over your own languidly, the hand at the back of your head controlling your motions when he tilts his head, deepening the kiss.

You drop the remote before your fingers grip his t-shirt, leaning your body into his to kiss him more determinedly.

You swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, and he lets out a low groan before his plump lips part, his tongue tangling with your own.

His free hand slides up your thigh, and it makes you squirm a little, moaning softly into his mouth.

His fingers grip your flesh firmly, massaging your skin, your mind turning foggy.

But then you pull back right as his hand starts trailing higher.

"Stevie," you breathe out, your eyes fluttering open to look at him, "I need.."

You hesitate, and he tilts his head in a question, watching you intently. You want to lose yourself in the blue of his eyes, his pupils dilated as his gaze stays locked on your face.

"Can we.. Would it be okay if we.. Took it slow?" You whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "It's just, I.. I'm not.. That experienced, and I want it to mean something."

Steve's eyes search your face for a moment before he smiles, nodding gently, "Of course, sweetheart. We can wait as long as you need. I'm in no rush."

"Are you sure?" You whisper nervously. You wouldn't have imagined someone who looks like Steve to be used to taking it slow.

Steve nods again, tilting his head to kiss your palm, "I'm sure, baby. We'll take it slow. Don't worry."

You lean in to kiss him again, and Steve lets out a sound of surprise before you quickly pull back to curl up against him on the couch. You pick up the remote while his hand finds your hair again, stroking it gently as you press play.

You hang your coat on the rack at the entrance of Janine's apartment when you enter, toeing your shoes off before you walk inside.

"It's pouring outside," you complain, immediately heading to the open spaced kitchen for a glass of water. You spot her sitting on the couch next to Melanie, both of them with their backs to you as they watch something on TV. "I'm practically soaked."

Janine only hums in response, and so does Melanie, which makes you frown a little as you take a sip of your water. You glance at the screen, noticing it's the news, before putting down your glass and taking a few steps closer to them, "You guys. Did you hear me?"

Melanie shushes you, keeping her eyes locked on the screen, "Shh, we're trying to watch this, something is happening."

Your frown deepens as you walk over to the couch, taking a seat next to Melanie. You lower your voice, watching the screen, "What's going on?"

You can hardly tell what's happening, it's some form of fight, the news feed is chaotic and unable to focus properly.

Then your eyes suddenly widen in surprise, "Holy shit, are those robots?"

"Yeah," Janine mumbles, "Killer fucking robots."

"Jesus," you breathe out, leaning forward a little to get a better look, "Where is that?"

"Sokovia," Melanie responds quietly, "it's a country in Europe."

"Oh.." you watch in fascination, your interest piquing when you see a robot in red and gold. "Why does that robot look different from the others? And why is it fighting them?"

Melanie snorts, "That's not a robot, that's Iron Man."

You turn to look at her, "Is he that tech guy turned superhero?"

"Yeah," Janine nods, keeping her eyes on the screen, "Tony Stark."

You hum and nod, glancing back at the TV.

"Why are the Avengers there? I thought they only fought crime in the US."

"They fight crime wherever there is crime," Melanie states, "They're not like the military, they're more like independent contractors."

You nod again, leaning back on the couch before you cross one leg over the other. Then you gesture at the screen when you spot someone shooting arrows, snorting in amusement, "He's shooting arrows at robots? That's ridiculous. Is this real?"

"Yes, it's real," Janine says before looking at you pointedly, "And that's Hawkeye, he's incredible, you know. He's fighting alongside the others with no super powers and no special enhancements."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh, okay. Yeah, that is actually pretty cool."

"They're all really cool," Melanie corrects, "Every single one of them is like a mini god."

"Oh, I've heard of the god guy," You interject quickly, "He's the one wlth the hammer. I saw it on instagram."

"Yeah, Thor," Janine says absentmindedly, "He's a dreamboat."

You watch the screen for a while longer until you spot a shield flying through the air.

"That's Captain America, right? The one with the shield?"

You watch as the shield is caught by a big guy wearing a navy suit and a cowl, not noticing how your friends share a look between the two of them.

"It is," Janine says, eyeing you hesitantly, "I didn't think you knew about him."

"I don't know much," you shrug, watching the screen, "But I remember that it was a big deal when they found him in that freezer, or whatever."

"The ice," Melanie snorts, "They found him in ice."

"Same thing," You shrug, "He's a bit too patriotic for my taste."

"Is that so?" Janine inquires, glancing at you, "You don't like him?"

"I don't really have an opinion, but he wouldn't be my favorite," You state, slowly getting bored as you watch the action unfolding.

"Should I get us some snacks?" You ask, and before Janine can even respond, you get up from the couch to walk to the kitchen, "I'm gonna get us some snacks."

You tune out your surroundings while you get chips and make some popcorn, oblivious to the quiet conversation happening on the couch.

"She still doesn't know?" Melanie whispers to Janine, "How has he not told her yet?"

"We're not even sure if it really is him," Janine responds, "It could just be a coincidence. The name thing."

"Yeah, okay, you're right," Melanie nods slowly, mulling it over before she says, "But she said he was really hot, though."

"Lots of guys are hot," Janine scoffs, "Doesn't mean anything. If it really was him, we would have known about it by now."

"Yeah, but what-"

"All good!" You cheer as you walk back towards the couch. You place the snacks on the coffee table before you plop down in your former spot.

You reach over to take a handful of popcorn, chewing them while you ask, "Are we gonna watch this all day?"

Melanie looks over at you before she grabs the bowl of popcorn to hold it in her lap, "Do you not want to watch it? I mean, it's pretty interesting, you have to admit that."

"Sure," you shrug, chewing another handful, "But you guys know I'm not into those Avenger guys. Like that one, Captain America, what a pretentious fucking douchebag name. And his costume is even worse."

You gesture to the screen, watching as the camera follows the giant shield flying through the air.

"You just know he'll be the type of guy to be all full of himself, he's probably not even-"

Your sentence is cut short when the camera follows the shield as it's caught. You practically choke when the camera zooms in and you recognize Steve's face, now no longer obscured by the cowl he was wearing earlier.

Melanie and Janine both turn to look at you at your abrupt silence, their brows furrowing in anticipation.

"Holy shit," you breathe out, panicking when the camera pans away to focus on a red-haired woman instead, "Wait, stop! Go back, rewind! Rewind!"

You jump up from the couch, yelling loudly and making Janine flail for the remote. She does as instructed, and watches in part amusement and part horror as you round the coffee table to get closer to the screen.

"Right there! Stop!" You exclaim when the camera focuses on Steve's face. Your mouth drops open, your heart practically stopping in your chest.

"Oh my god," you whisper, dumbly reaching out to touch the screen, "Oh my god. It's Steve."

Melanie and Janine glance at each other before Melanie hesitantly asks, "Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm fucking sure!" You yell in response, keeping your eyes locked on the TV, "You think I don't recognize my own fucking boyfriend?!"

"Boyfriend?" Janine quips, "Since when is he your boyfriend?"

Her words make you whip around to face the two of them, your lips clamping shut. You let out a small huff before you say, "He isn't, technically, but he could be, eventually.. You know?"

Then you glance back at the TV as you hurriedly say, "And anyway, that's not the point! The point is that Steve is on TV and he's wearing that stupid costume and throwing a shield around!"

You immediately turn to look at them again, "Steve is Captain America! Is he?! Is Steve Captain America?!"

Janine smiles softly before Melanie hesitantly says, "He uh.. He might be, yes."

"WHAT?!"

"We had our suspicions," she continues, exchanging a glance with Janine, "But we weren't sure. We figured you'd know, if he really was.. You know?"

You huff in annoyance, immediately digging your phone out of your pocket and finding his number.

"What are you doing?" Melanie asks as she watches you.

"Calling him," you grumble, "Gotta find out if it's really true or not."

"Babe, he's literally in a giant fight, the newscast is live. He won't answer."

"Then I'll leave a fucking message," you seethe, pressing his name before you bring the phone to your ear.

The call immediately goes to voicemail.

"You've reached Steve Rogers. Please leave a message after the tone."

As soon as you hear the beep, it's like your mind goes blank, making you spew out your thoughts angrily.

"Steven! Please explain to me why I'm currently watching you throw a GIANT FRISBEE AFTER KILLER ROBOTS?! YOU BETTER HOPE YOU DIE IN THAT FIGHT BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, BEST BELIEVE I WILL FINISH THE JOB FOR THEM!"

You hang up with another loud huff, Janine and Melanie watching you in horror.

"I can't believe you just said that!" Janine exclaims, "What the fuck?!"

Steve slumps down in his seat on the quinjet, still reeling from the fight he just went through.

He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders, the suit clammy and grimey after wearing it for so long. He knows he's covered in sweat and dirt, he doesn't need a mirror to tell him that, and he has no doubt that even a super soldier smells horrific after such an ordeal.

Natasha takes a seat next to him, staying unusually quiet as she sighs. He glances over at her, offering her a small smile, "You okay?"

"Yeah," she says with a nod, and within a moment it's passed, it's like her mask is back up, shielding her emotions from the world. She smiles at him, nudging his shoulder, "Okay, so, about that date I promised to set you up on, there's this girl-"

"No need," Steve cuts her off, putting his hand up to stop her, "I'm good."

"Steve, come on," Natasha smiles, "You can't be alone forever. You deserve someone in your life."

Steve nods, the corners of his lips raising in a smirk, looking down at his hands folded in his lap.

Natasha catches on immediately.

She cocks a brow, tilting her head while scanning his face, "Oh, I see. You already do, don't you?"

Steve offers a bashful shrug, grinning when he looks up at her again, "Maybe."

"Oh damn," Natasha grins, "And you did it all on your own? Well done, bud! Who is she?"

He snorts at her wording, "I'm not a kid, Nat. Stop patronizing me. And she's my neighbor, actually."

Natasha nods, smiling widely at him, "That's great, Rogers. I'm happy to hear that. Did you call her to let you know you're safe and sound yet?"

Steve's brows furrow in response, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, "Well, uh, you see.."

Natasha frowns, her eyes narrowing.

"She doesn't really know I'm Cap.. Yet."

Natasha's frown only deepens, "What do you mean, she doesn't know? How can she not know? We're on the news practically every day."

Steve shrugs, "Beats me. At first I thought she just didn't recognize me when I introduced myself. But she's never mentioned it, ever. We even talked about the army, and she asked me about it, told me about her brother being a soldier. Still nothing, no recognition, no realization, nothing. I think she legitimately doesn't know it's me."

Natasha's brows raise in surprise, "She must not watch the news a lot."

Steve snorts and chuckles, "No, probably not. But it's been nice, actually. I've been able to pretend I'm just a normal guy, taking her on normal dates. I don't have to be Cap all the time. With her, I can just be Steve. I haven't gotten to be just Steve since before the serum."

Natasha smiles softly, "That's great, Rogers. That's really great. That's how it's supposed to be."

Steve smiles warmly, humming as he nods.

"So where does she think you are?"

"At work," he replies with another shrug, "Told her I work for the military, which isn't a complete lie."

"But we've been gone for a week," Natasha counters, "Did you let her know you're on your way back home?"

Steve's lips purse momentarily before he starts fumbling around for his phone, "No, you're right, I should probably let her know.."

Natasha chuckles, watching how he pats his suit down before he finally finds the old flip-phone.

"Good idea. And you should consider investing in a new phone."

"This works fine," Steve frowns, flipping it open and turning it on, "Why would I get a new one if this one works? I have my work phone, but it has so many unnecessary features, most of the time I prefer using this one."

Natasha chuckles again, making Steve look at her in confusion, but then his attention is pulled back to his phone when it pings.

"Oh, I have a voice message," he mumbles absentmindedly, brows furrowing as he presses the buttons.

"Maybe it's from her," Natasha smiles, watching his large fingers hitting the small buttons clumsily. "You know, buttons wouldn't be an issue if you upgraded to a smart-phone," she sasses, making Steve shake his head.

He presses play on the message, his brows raising when he hears your voice blaring loudly through the speaker.

"Oh shit," Steve breathes out, his eyes widening in terror, "Oh fuck."

"I like her," Natasha chuckles when the message ends, "She seems feisty. You need someone feisty."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Steve mumbles, frowning as he opens up his texting app.

"Language," Natasha states, but she can tell his mind is elsewhere when he doesn't even react.

She looks down at the phone in his hand, horrified once she realizes what he's doing. She immediately snags the flip-phone out of his grasp, shutting it swiftly.

"Hey!-"

"Absolutely not, Rogers," she interrupts, looking at him pointedly, "You do not respond to something like that with a fucking text."

Steve's face is tense in worry, his eyes searching Natasha's for answers, "Then what do I do? I have to fix it, apologize so she doesn't-"

"You do that face to face," Natasha states, interrupting him again. "And you bring her flowers, maybe chocolate, too. Judging by how angry she sounded, I'd say chocolate would be smart."

"Chocolate?" He asks in confusion, tilting his head, "Why?"

"Because you're apologizing for lying to her, and the best way to do that is by giving her candy. And flowers."

"But I didn't lie, I was just-"

"You weren't being truthful," Natasha corrects, "And not being truthful equals lying. I think you already know you should have told that girl the truth a long time ago. How many dates have you been on?"

"Just a few," Steve mumbles, glancing at his phone currently still in Natasha's hand, "We went for a ride on my bike, and then I went over to her place for tea, and then-"

"Tea?" Natasha asks, cocking a brow, "Is that code for something?"

Steve looks up at her in confusion, "Like what?"

Natasha watches his confused expression, trying to decipher whether he's kidding or not, before she bluntly asks, "Have you had sex yet?"

As soon as the words leave her lips, she spots the pink tinging Steve's cheeks. He breaks eye contact, slowly shaking his head, "No, we haven't had sex yet. We've kissed, the first time when I went to her place for tea. And then a few other times, too. We had some movie dates.. It was nice."

"Nice? Just nice? A kiss should preferably be better than nice."

"Oh no, the kiss was amazing," Steve quickly interjects as he looks up at her, "It blew my freaking mind, that's why I kept wanting to do it."

Natasha chuckles at his sweet demeanor, "Okay, good. I got worried for a second. So you've kissed, but you're taking it slow otherwise, huh?"

"Yeah, I uh.." Steve hesitates, running a hand through his hair nervously before his voice lowers, "I kinda haven't.. Done that.. Since I came out of the ice.."

"Oh," Natasha breathes out, her brows raising, "I see."

"Yeah, but we've been taking it slow," he shrugs, "It's not like I've been holding off, but we're both just enjoying the others company."

"That's cute," Natasha smiles, "I'm glad you finally found someone you actually like."

Steve chuckles, nodding as he says, "I do, I really like her. She's cute, and funny. Smart, too. Very sweet. Kind. Beautiful."

Natasha hums at his words, Steve's eyes dropping to his phone before he whispers, "Now I just need to figure out how to fix the mistake I made.."

You pull on a pair of sleep shorts when your doorbell rings at a quarter to ten at night.

You're practically scowling as you walk towards your front door, still in a bad mood from earlier.

You're in your night shirt, prepared for bed already, and you're unfazed at your demeanor as you pull open your front door, brows pulled into a deep frown.

But it somehow turns deeper when you realize who's standing on the other side of the threshold.

You huff, eyes narrowing as you glare up at the blonde man towering over you, "What are you doing here?"

Steve's brows furrow in confusion, his head tilting a little, "I got your message. I came here as soon as I could, I wanted to explain.." He trails off, before remembering what he brought, raising both hands to show you the box of chocolates in one and a bouquet of roses in the other.

Your icy facade thaws just a little bit when you take it all in, but then it hardens again when your eyes trail over his form.

He's wearing a blue leather suit, a uniform, complete with red and white stripes, and a silver star on his chest. His face is dirty, his hair matted, and you realize he wasn't exaggerating when he said he came straight here.

"Can I come in?"

Steve's voice pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes meeting his. The familiar baby blue of them makes your heart skip a beat, breaking down your resistance.

You step aside, gesturing for him to enter your apartment, and he takes the hint immediately. You close the door behind him once he's walked inside, turning around to face you as he holds out his full hands again.

"Here, these are for you," he murmurs quietly, studying your expression, "A friend told me it would help you forgive me.."

You reluctantly take the flowers and chocolates, bringing them into the kitchen with you. You place them on the kitchen island before walking around it in search for a vase.

Steve unhooks the shield from his back and places it to rest against the wall before he follows you into the kitchen, his heart aching slightly at your uncharacteristic silence.

He watches as you rise up on your tiptoes to reach into the cabinet for a vase, and it takes everything in him to not step in and grab it for you.

You fill the vase with water before you place it on the counter top, carefully arranging the roses when you place them in it. Once you're done, you take a deep breath and turn to the blonde super soldier standing awkwardly in your kitchen.

"So," you say, your arms crossing over your chest, "You're Captain America."

Steve nods hesitantly, his blue eyes watching you carefully, "Yes, I am."

"And why didn't you tell me?" You ask sternly, your eyes narrowed as you hold his gaze.

Steve lets out a deep sigh, his form deflating a little when his eyes break away from yours. "I liked that I didn't have to be Cap around you. I liked just being Steve."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "What? What does that even mean?"

"I've been Cap in every aspect of my life since they gave me the serum," Steve states, his baby blues meeting yours again, "Every part of my life has been about Cap. Every choice I've made, every person I've known, every single meal I've eaten has been for Cap, about Cap. I didn't realize I would be giving up being Steve when I became this, but for a long time it's felt like it."

Your eyes search his, your features softening slowly.

"And then you come along and for the first time I got to be just Steve. I got to just be me, I got to take you on normal dates, got to drink tea and watch movies and not have to think about anything other than how soft your lips felt. I didn't want to give that up. I was being selfish."

Your heart hurts at his words, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt to fiddle with it.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," Steve says earnestly, "I just wanted to pretend to be normal for as long as I could. I was worried everything would change once you found out."

"Steve, I-" you hesitate, practically drowning in the blue of his eyes. He looks vulnerable, opening up to you in such a personal way, it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him close.

"I'm sorry," you say honestly, "I'm sorry you felt that way. And I'm sorry for being such an asshole about it."

Your gaze drops to the floor, a pang of guilt in your chest. You shouldn't have yelled at him, if you'd known how he really felt, you wouldn't have.

Steve's head tilts, a soft smile working its way onto his face, "Yeah, you're right. You're just an asshole."

"Yeah," You whisper, nodding as tears gather in your waterline. You sniffle to keep them at bay, but instead it triggers them, and Steve's heart breaks when he sees them trailing down your cheeks.

"Oh god, please don't," he says quietly, taking hesitant steps closer until he's right in front of you, "Sweetheart, please don't cry. I was trying to lighten the mood, I'm sorry."

You sniffle again, lifting your head to look up at him, "I'm sorry."

Steve's heart aches, smiling sadly, "Stop apologizing, please. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But I yelled at you," you whisper, tears now flowing freely down your face, "I was.. m-mean to you."

Suddenly, his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his chest. You press your cheek against the firm muscle, the leather suit rubbing your skin comfortingly. Your arms wrap around his waist, your hands doing their best to curl in the material.

He brushes his large hand through your hair, shushing you gently, "it'll be alright, honey. It's okay. I'm not mad at you. You're not an asshole."

You sniffle again, mumbling against his chest, "Sometimes I just say things without thinking."

Steve chuckles, placing a kiss in your hair, "I like when you say things."

You giggle quietly, lifting your head to look up at him, "Even when it's not nice?"

Steve smiles, his hand cupping your cheek before he swipes away a tear with his thumb. His leather glove is warm against your skin, making you nuzzle into it gently, "I prefer when you're nice, but I'll take any part of you I can get, sweetheart."

You look up at him in adoration, your hands sliding down his back to his waist, "I'll take any part of you I can get too, Stevie. I'm sorry I got angry, in all honesty I was just scared and I reacted poorly. Seeing you up there was.. Scary. Terrifying, really. I'm worried it might take a while for me to get used to.."

Steve nods in understanding, "Of course. To be honest, I'd be more concerned if you weren't worried. At least this way I know you care about me."

You scoff and chuckle, shaking your head as you look up at him, "You really think I don't care about you?"

He quirks a teasing brow, which makes you laugh as you say, "Fine, maybe I could be better at showing it.."

Your eyes gaze over his face, taking in the dirt on his skin and his mussed up hair.

"Actually, I think I have a really good idea of how I can show you."

"How's the water?"

You pick up the discarded leather suit from the floor, doing your best to not outrightly stare at the muscled adonis currently reclined in your bathtub. His legs are bent at the knees, showing off part of his thick thighs, his firm chest shiny from the water. His biceps are bulging at the relaxed bent state he has them in, one huge arm hanging off the side of the tub, his long slender fingers reaching the floor.

Steve's head is resting on the edge of the tub, his eyes closed as a content sigh leave his lips.

"It's amazing."

"Let me know if it gets too cold," you mumble bashfully, sneaking another glance at the greek god currently filling out your tub. Your eyes keep moving to his spread out thighs, and the area between them haphazardly concealed by the bubbles floating around the surface.

Steve only hums, the hand draped over the side of the tub absentmindedly reaching out for you. His fingers brush up your ankle to your calf, your heart doing an excited thump when he gently strokes your skin.

"Thank you for this, sweetheart," he murmurs, eyes lazily opening until his baby blues can find you, "You didn't have to."

You smile softly, your chest feeling warm and fuzzy as you take in the sleepy smile on his face, "It's not a problem, Stevie. Just relax. Use the oils, if you want. Lavender is good for winding down."

His smile widens a little, holding loving eye contact, which you break after a moment because your nerves get the better of you. You glance down at the suit bundled up in your arms, "You sure this thing can go in the washer?"

Steve chuckles, "Yeah, don't worry. No dryer, though. I tried doing that once, it ruined my old one."

You snort, a small giggle spilling past your lips, "I would imagine. You shouldn't tumble dry leather."

Steve just shrugs as you look at him again, it's like he's melting into the bath and it makes you let out another quiet giggle. "I'm gonna go start the washer. Be right back."

His fingers slide up your leg momentarily until he lets you go, and you take a deep breath once you've stepped out of the bathroom. You hurriedly move to your utility room, putting the suit in the washer and starting the load.

Once you walk back into the hallway, you almost stumble over the large shield propped up against the wall. You smile in amusement, bending down to gently touch the sleek metal.

Your brows raise in surprise at how smooth it feels, safe for the thin ridges cut into it to make out the circles and star. You glance down the hall towards the bathroom, the door open a smidge, your ears tuning in when you hear the water running.

Your eyes move back to the shield, careful fingers gripping it and raising it to your height. It's surprisingly light, something you wouldn't have figured, and you turn it around in your hands, your head tilting curiously when you see the leather straps attached to the back of it.

You react before you can think, directing your arm to go through the straps before your hand grips one to hold it up. You turn towards the mirror by your coat stand, your lips raising in a wide smile when you hold up the large shield in front of your body.

It's huge in size, practically swallowing you up, and it makes you let out a chuckle.

"Doesn't look this huge on him," you mumble, turning in front of the mirror as you hold up the shield. You try to move your arm around carefully, but the shield suddenly feels heavier when all its weight is put on just one arm.

"Damn," you murmur quietly, "He really is strong."

You try to grip it more firmly, imaging having to throw it around and catch it, and it makes your eyes widen a little.

He's really, really strong.

Your mind wanders at the thought; obviously, you always knew Steve was bigger and stronger than you, the way he towers over you is a testament to that. But it suddenly hits you that he's not just normally strong, no; he's super strong, and for some reason the thought makes your body tingle all over.

Your fingers swipe over the curved edge of the shield as you hold it up in front of you, your eyes transfixed on the image, mind swimming with possibilities. In fact, you're so occupied by your own thoughts that you don't hear the tub being drained.

"Sweetheart, do you have anything I could put on?"

You whip around to face Steve when he suddenly emerges from the bathroom, his brows immediately furrowing when he spots you holding his shield.

He's in nothing but a very flimsy towel, one that fits you fine but looks comically small on his large frame. It's tied around his hips, giving you a perfect view of his firm pecks and chiseled abs, barely covering his crotch before it ends midway down his thick thighs.

Steve quirks a brow at you, his gaze taking you in as you hold up his shield, your brows raised in surprise at being caught. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, large biceps bulging at the action, while he leisurely leans against the wall, keeping his baby blues locked on you.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?"

You let out a squeak, fumbling to get your arm out of the leather straps and almost dropping the shield on the floor, but it only makes Steve chuckle.

"Relax," he says with a smile, "It's fine. How does it feel?"

Your fingers tighten their hold a little to steady it, cheeks heating up as he looks at you. You mumble bashfully, "It's uhm.. It's pretty cool.."

"Yeah?" Steve grins, pushing off the wall and strolling closer. You try to keep your eyes on his face, and not on his god-like body that's still damp and shiny from his bath.

Not to mention the small towel that is most likely obstructing what would have been an even better view....

"Not too heavy?" Steve inquires, glancing down at the shield when he reaches you, "It looks a little big on you."

You let out a nervous giggle, nodding when his eyes flit back up to meet yours. "Yeah, it's a little big. I didn't think it'd be that heavy, but the longer I hold it with one arm like this, the heavier it becomes."

Steve chuckles, nodding as his fingers reach out to grip the edge, lifting it up to give you some reprieve, "Yeah, I know. You get used to it though."

He holds it up for you while you carefully maneuver your arm out, smiling up at him, "Can't believe you throw that thing around. Guess you're really strong, huh?"

Steve laughs, swiftly pushing his arm through the leather straps and holding the shield up in front of him. He holds it effortlessly, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and it stirs odd feelings inside you as you watch him.

"I guess," he says with a smile, watching your expression carefully, "I don't really think about it, anymore. In the beginning I had to adjust a lot; I wasn't used to being strong before the serum. Sometimes I still have to remind myself to be.. gentle."

Your breath hitches quietly at his wording, the look on his face as he says it. His eyes are boring into you, the blue slowly being swallowed out by his pupils, and nerves prickle your skin when you remember he's in nothing but a small towel right now.

You avert your gaze from his, clearing your throat quickly, "Right, uh, I guess that's.. Hard."

Steve nods immediately, pulling his arm out of the leather straps before he places the shield on the floor again, "Right, yeah, it can be.. yes.."

He stands back up, eyes slowly moving over your face, your heart beating rapidly in your chest when those baby blues meet yours again.

You can feel the nervous energy burning through you, like a rapid fire setting you alight. Your heart is pounding, you hear it in your damn ears, standing frozen in place right in front of the blonde super soldier who somehow managed to steal your heart in such a short amount of time.

Steve's lips slowly part as you both stand there, staring at each other, his chest rising and falling steadily as his eyes bounce between yours.

You can't stand this for even a second longer.

"Oh, fuck this," you murmur before you take a step, closing the space between you. You reach up to cup his face, guiding it down until his lips can meet yours.

Steve doesn't skip a beat, his strong hands find your hips, and you comply when they lift you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his waist, arms slung over his shoulders as you continue the passionate attack on his lips.

Steve groans lowly, his hands sliding down to your ass, holding you tight against him. You kiss him messily, your fingers curling in his hair, still damp from his bath.

"Bedroom," you moan against his lips, legs tightening around him when he bites down on your bottom lip, "Bedroom, please."

Steve grunts in agreement, stumbling down the hall in the direction of your bedroom while his soft lips continue possessing yours, a whimper pulled from you when his tongue slips into your mouth.

Once he makes his way to your bedroom, he drops you on the mattress, a whine of annoyance just about to leave your lips at the loss of contact. But it takes less than a second before he's back, his large frame looming over you as he leans down, his lips landing on yours again with fervor.

Your legs spread on instinct, allowing him to slot his large body between them, the fact that the towel has still managed to cover him after the commotion an afterthought in your mind.

Your hands are back in his hair, fingers sliding through the blonde strands as your legs lock around his narrow waist.

You pull him closer, moaning into his mouth when he complies and you feel his hardness pressing against your needy core.

"Stevie," you whimper against his lips, the soldier not ceasing his insistence to steal your breath away, "Need you. Need you so bad."

Steve groans, a guttural sound stemming from his chest before he suddenly pulls away, just enough to look at you. His wild eyes bounce between yours nervously, his brows furrowing slightly, "You sure? You said you wanted to take things slow, and that's-"

"No," you immediately whine, shaking your head, "No more slow, no. Please. I need to feel you, be close to you. I was so worried today, so angry, and sad, and worried, and hurting. I was so worried I'd never get to do this, never get to be close to you like this, and then after I was such an asshole, I was worried I'd lost you before you'd ever really been mine."

His features soften, his breathing heavy as he scans your face. His lips raise in a soft smile, words a small whisper, "I've been yours this entire time, sweetheart. You'd have to fight me off with an army for me to stay away. And even then, I probably wouldn't."

Your heart soars and emotion floods you, you can almost feel the tears pricking at the back of your eyes, but before you let them ruin the moment, you pull him back to you, your lips already missing the touch of his.

Steve kisses you carefully, his hands sliding up your sides and under the sleep shirt you're wearing. You sigh against his lips, lifting off the bed a little when his fingers grip the hem of your shirt to pull it off.

Your lips part from his when he lifts the shirt over your head, already reaching out for him to come back, but he doesn't oblige. Instead, he leans back until he's sitting on his haunches, his warm hands caressing your waist as he looks down at you.

"Fuck," he whispers, eyes trailing over your exposed chest, "I already knew you'd be beautiful, but.."

Your cheeks heat up, your smile turning shy as you watch him drink up every exposed inch of you.

His baby blues flit up to meet yours, hands slowly sliding up your stomach until his fingers brush the underside of your breasts.

You release a shaky breath, letting your hands trail up his forearms just as his hands glide over your breasts, two large palms giving them an experimental squeeze.

Steve lets out a quiet sound, one that's caught in his throat when his eyes flick back down to your breasts, watching as his nimble fingers squeeze your nipples between them.

You let out a small whimper, a sound that shoots through Steve like lightning, and he repeats the action, baby blues landing back on your face.

You squirm a little on the bed, hips bucking up involuntarily when he toys with your nipples, watching how your brows furrow and lips part.

Just as you're about to complain that you need more, his hands slide back down, heating your skin as they go, his fingers curling in the waistband of your shorts.

He looks at you for confirmation, and you nod hesitantly, but that's not enough for him.

"Aw baby, I thought you were a big girl, isn't that what you told me? C'mon, then. Use your big girl words for me."

His words stir something inside you, croaking out a quiet, "Please don't stop."

Steve hums in approval, slowly tugging down your shorts. It takes him no time to slide them down your legs, helping you maneuver around so he can pull them off, before he tosses them aside, not even glancing at where they land.

His large palms grip your inner thighs, slowly spreading you wide for him, eyes locked on yours until you're spread out for him. He looks down at your needy center, a groan bubbling up in his chest when he takes in your exposed body, letting his thumbs gently stroke the inside of your thighs, right next to where you need him most.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, slowly taking in your naked form until he's back to watching your face, "You're so beautiful, I could look at you for the rest of my life."

Nerves swirl around your body wildly, your heart thumping in your chest, but you don't have time to think about the gravity of his words.

Because his hands are inching closer, thumbs gently swiping over your folds teasingly, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip when he swipes one down your slit.

"You're soaked," he comments, tilting his head as he looks at you, "What got you so worked up, hm baby?"

You want to make a sassy retort but you can't, because his fingers put more pressure on your core, collecting your slick, and it makes you glance down at the part of his body that's still covered by a towel, much to your dismay.

"Steve," you breathe out shakily when his fingers move up to circle your bundle of nerves, "Stevie, please."

"What's that?" he teases, his lips lifting in a smirk, "Sorry sweetheart, didn't hear you."

"Steve," you whine, back arching when his thumb swipes over your clit while he slowly pushes a thick finger inside you, "Fuck, I need you."

Steve hums in response, watching how his finger disappears into you, how your body opens up to him so beautifully.

"I know sweetheart," he murmurs, leaning over your body to look at you. He rests his weight on his forearm as he looms over you, adding another finger inside you and slowly pumping them in and out in tune with his thumb on your clit, "Gotta get you ready first, though."

You moan at how his thick digits play you like a finely tuned instrument, reaching up to cup his face. You bring him down to you, lips greedily taking his as his fingers pick up pace.

When he adds another finger to your aching hole, you let out a whine, and Steve takes the opportunity of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth.

You mewl into his mouth when he starts fingering you more determinedly, your hands curling in his blonde locks as your hips buck up against his hand.

"Yeah, you like that?" He murmurs against your lips, making you nod eagerly, "Mmh, I can tell baby, you're squeezing my fingers so tight. You wanna come, hm?"

You nod again, pulling on his hair, which only makes him chuckle as he tucks his face into your neck, "Want that too. Want you to soak my fingers, need to make my best girl feel good."

His lips suck on your neck, making you keen under him, the coil in your stomach tightening and making your body tense in anticipation.

His thumb continues its expert assault on your clit, your hips bucking up before you start trembling, and when you come undone with a cry Steve groans, "That's it, there you go. Fuck yes, you're doing so well for me baby. Good girl, c'mon, keep going."

He doesn't let up, his fingers keep torturing you as you come, prolonging your orgasm, and you can feel your entire body starting to shake violently as you soak his hand in your juices.

You gasp loudly, slumping into the mattress when he finally lets up his assault, but you don't get much of a reprieve, because his lips are back, moving possessively over yours.

"We can stop, if you want," he mumbles against your lips, leaning his heavy weight on top of you when you wrap your arms over his shoulders, "We don't have to."

"Want to," you whisper immediately, "Want to feel you."

Steve pulls back a little, eyes meeting yours earnestly, "I'm serious, sweetheart. We can wait, we don't-"

"Steven," you interrupt, doing your best to keep your voice steady, "I want this. Please, I need this. Need you to fuck me. Need to feel you."

Steve's jaw tenses at your words, and it takes everything in him to remind himself to be gentle with you.

"I want this too," he replies, cupping your cheek, "More than anything, you have no idea. But, I.."

"What?" You ask, your brows furrowing at the serious expression on his face, "Stevie, what's wrong?"

He sighs, his thumb stroking your cheek and swiping over your bottom lip, "I uhm.. You know, the serum enhances everything. And I, uh, I haven't really been with anyone since I came out of the ice. So I just.. Don't know what to expect."

Your brows raise in surprise, "Oh.. Okay.. I see.. Would you.. Would you rather wait? Because we can-"

"No!" He immediately exclaims, making you giggle at his eagerness. It lightens the tension a little, a smile working its way onto his face, "No, I don't want to wait, but I do want you to tell me if I'm hurting you. I don't want to hurt you. So please tell me if you want to stop at any point."

You nod, a slight worry running through you that you do your best to hide, "Okay, I promise. I'll tell you to stop if it hurts."

Steve nods, placing a kiss on your forehead before he pulls back to lean on his haunches again. You raise your upper body a little, leaning on your elbows as you watch him shyly unwrap the towel from his waist.

You don't even notice when he tosses it on the floor because your eyes are transfixed by what was just revealed to you.

Your mouth gapes open as you look at his cock, so much thicker and larger than any cock you've ever seen in your entire fucking life.

Considering Steve's size, it doesn't seem that crazy, but considering how massive he is compared to you, you suddenly realize why he was hesitant about this.

You clamp your mouth shut once you realize you've been gawking at his dick, your eyes darting up to meet his.

His brows are furrowed slightly, his expression worried as he waits for you to speak.

"That's-" you hesitate, quickly glancing down at his cock again before you look at his face, "That's a.. That's a really big dick."

Steve snorts out a surprised laugh at your wording, his tense form easing up a little and making you giggle as well.

He swipes a hand through his hair, shaking his head in amusement when his baby blues find you again, "You really do say things without thinking, huh?"

You shrug, tilting your head when your gaze travels down his body to focus on the massive member between his thighs, "Sometimes I get.. Overwhelmed."

He smirks, watching as you keep your eyes on his cock, and he's not disappointed when your teeth dig into your bottom lip right as he wraps one of his large hands around the base of it.

He pumps it leisurely, watching how you swallow thickly, before he husks out, "Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want – no, fucking need – to be inside you."

Your eyes immediately flit up to his, your thighs instinctively spreading as you reply, "Just be gentle with me, Captain."

Steve suppresses the low growl building in his chest as his title rolls off your tongue, his fist squeezing the base of his cock to calm himself.

"I promise," he replies, leaning over you again as he keeps his fist wrapped around his cock, "I promise to always be gentle with you."

You lie back and reach up to cup his face, your breath hitching when he rubs the thick mushroom head of his cock between your folds, spreading around your juices. You tilt your hips a little, spreading your thighs as wide as they can go, holding searing eye contact when his tip catches on your entrance.

He breaches your hole, slowly pushing inside and forcing your walls to stretch around him, and you can immediately tell it's going to be a tight fit.

Apparently, Steve can too, because he instantly lets out a choked, "Oh shit, you're so tight baby, fuck."

Your brows furrow a little, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you try to focus on relaxing around him, helping him inside, a whine bubbling up in your throat when he manages to push the tip inside you.

"You okay?" he whispers breathlessly, eyes watching you intensely, "I can pull out if you-"

"Fuck no," you breathe out, wide eyes holding his, "Don't you fucking stop, keep g-going."

Steve hesitates, but you don't give him a chance to consider his options when you pull his face down to you, your lips taking his as your hands slide down his back.

He grunts into your mouth, instinctively pushing deeper inside you in response, and it makes you let out a loud moan against his lips.

He keeps pushing and pushing and pushing, his wide girth stretching you beyond your wildest dreams. Every time you think he's fully inside, he gives you a little more, and it knocks the breath from your lungs when he finally pushes fully inside, his heavy balls resting against your ass.

You whimper, and Steve groans lowly, his lips not letting up as they move over yours. Your fingers dig into his shoulders when his hips pull back only to push forward again, your entire body jolting in response.

He sets off a slow pace, doing his best to be gentle, and it helps you relax a bit, the stinging gradually turning into pleasure.

"Fuck," you cry when he tucks his face into your neck, leaning his entire heavy weight on top of you as he starts rutting into you more eagerly, "Oh god, Stevie, fuck."

Steve moans into your ear, his hot breath on your skin, voice breathless, "Fuck-oh shit-oh my god, you're so tight. God you feel so good, oh fuck."

You mewl, nails raking down his back when his hips pick up pace, his heavy grunts only spurring you on.

"Shit, you're sucking me right back in whenever I try to pull out. You're so tight sweetheart, but your pussy just keeps sucking me in. You're squeezing me so fucking tight, I'm not gonna be able to last long."

You let out breathy moans, quickly turning whinier when his cock throbs against your walls, the tip of his cock continuously rubbing against that spongy spot inside you.

You can't focus on anything other than the pleasure shooting through your body, his thick cock dragging against your walls as he fucks into you, reaching deeper than anyone you've ever been with before.

"Stevie, oh, 'm gonna cum, gonna cum, ah!"

Steve growls at your words, suddenly swiveling his hips, and it makes you cry out as you get thrown into a climax so unusual to what you've felt before. You've never been able to come just from sex, and the sensation is different than you're used to, but it makes your body wind tight and burn deliciously, a euphoria crashing over you in waves.

Steve feels it when every emotion floods your body, and he feels when you come around him, your walls squeezing him like a vice.

He lets out a shout, his hips pushing flush against yours as he whimpers against your neck, his warmth flooding your insides.

You let out a pathetic sound as you slowly come back down from your high, your fingers gently stroking his back as Steve pants against your skin.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving a few soft kisses while he trails up to your jaw.

Your fingers slide into his hair, smiling softly when he pulls back a little to look at you, and then you both let out a giddy laugh as you look at each other.

"That was pretty fucking amazing," you whisper breathlessly, "Why did we wait so long to do that?"

Steve chuckles, pecking your lips before he whispers against them, "I don't know. But don't worry, we'll never have to again. Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready for round two."

"Okay," You smile, twirling a blonde strand of hair around your finger, "But while we wait, will you tell me about what your life was like in the past?"

Steve's smile turns shy, "You want to know about that?"

You nod determinedly, giving yourself to the baby blues swallowing you up, "I want to know every single thing about you."

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chrispineisagoddess · 2 years

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Cadet Jim Kirk dressing up in one of Lil Nas X’s outfits. Specifically that pink leather outfit for Halloween. Spock and Jim have just became friends and they both seem to be interested in each other. Of course Spock believes he shouldn’t act on it but the moment he sees Jim, the cadet walks up to him with a large smile plastered on his face. Spock swallows and looks Jim up and down without shame. He asks Jim what he’s dressed up as and Jim says Lil Nas X. Jim compliments Spocks costume(idk what it is but Uhura chose it for him)Jim asks Spock to dance and Spock doesn’t even answer. He’s just pulled onto the floor of others dancing and watches every move of Jim in the tight pink leather outfit. Jim takes his cowboy hat off and puts it on Spock. A lot of stuff goes down that night. The next morning, Jim’s outfit is completely ruined by Spocks incredible strength. Jim and Spock are now in a not so secret romantic relationship. Spock also has a secret stash of photos Jim had took of himself in that outfit that particular night. Jim just knows Spock will love next halloweens outfit.

The outfit if you’ve never seen it.

#Spirk #Spirk Halloween #star trek #spirk #star trek aos #spock x jim #jim x spock #spirk aos #spock/jim #Spocks nervous #Hot Jim #fluff #tell me Chris Pine wouldn’t look good in this #honestly I’m not sure if it’s leather now

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thehiddlebum · 10 months

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hello everyone!

finally starting a marvel page after so long and i’m so excited to start writing again, so send in your requests if you like 🫶

my main masterlist is here!

who i write for: { fluff, angst, smut }

marvel ⚡️

loki laufeyson

bucky barnes

steve rogers

thor odinson

stephen strange

other 🌻

tom hiddleston - (jonathon pine, james conrad)

chris evans

sebastian stan

Prompt list

#loki fluff #loki laufeyson #chris evans one shot #chris evans imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel cast x reader #loki x reader #stephen strange #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tom hiddleston #tom hiddelston x reader #tom holland #jonathon pine #tom hiddleston fluff #bucky fluff #tony stark

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sageprada · 2 years

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cool people.

chris pine x musician!reader (slightly oc)

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synopsis: a series chronicling the love affair between a famous musician and her actor neighbor

word count : 3.4k

warnings: 18+ ONLY, fluff, slight smut, age gap relationship (reader is late 20’s while chris is 41), lil sub!reader, swearing, explicit descriptions of sexual content, mentions of drugs and alcohol, major daddy chris to the rescue

author’s note : the lack of chris pine content on this hellsite is a crime. this is my first time writing in a loooong time and i just can’t seem to get this man out my head. definitely will be a continuous story cause i’ve already fallen in love with this concept. hope you enjoy! ask box is always open!

Softly humming to the beat of the music emitting from the house she'd just left, it was borderline neurotic how she paced back and forth next to her parked car.

She'd been hovering over the call button for five minutes now. Picking at her thumbs cuticles until ultimately deciding to hell with it. It felt like she was dialing him for hours until he finally picked up the phone on the third ring. He always promised her, with a tight grip on her hand and amorous eye contact, that if she needed him for anything he was just a phone call away. Even after a couple years of just being neighborly acquaintances - spare the past few months were it seemed their relationship was blossoming into something much more than that - she'd only taken Chris's generous offer literal maybe twice in the past. "Hello?" Fuck. She knew there were tons of reasons as to why someone's voice would sound so intoxicatingly delicious at 3:15 in the morning - one being because she'd just woken him up from a very deep slumber. The generous shots of tequila and second blunt rotation definitely didn't help either with making her feel anything besides tired and horny. Her mind easily wandered while high. Earlier, she swears she wanted to focus on the conversations between her friends, but thoughts about her enchanting neighbor continued to derail her focus. Their latest encounter had been replaying in her head for days now. Chatting away in her kitchen over some freshly made lemonade, the conversation was about how impressed Chris was with her green thumb, even if she proclaimed to be a purebred city girl. "Well my dad did grow up on a farm so he might have shown me a thing or two last time he came to visit." She glanced over at her thriving lemon tree and smiled contently, taking another sip of her hard work. "You know I need to work on my flower beds pretty soo-" She froze mid sentence as Chris's hand nonchalantly gripped her chin, turning her head to face his. He continued the conversation for her, mentioning how he'd really like to come over and learn something for himself. But his words went from one ear and out the other cause: how could she pay attention to anything else when he's looking at her lips like that. He brushed his thumb against the corner of her mouth and it took everything in her to withhold her tongue from gently licking it. As Chris continued blabbering on about different soil or some shit , she watched him pull his thumb away with a piece of lemon pulp on it and oh, that motherfucker. Of course, he didn't have to stick that same thumb in his mouth. Why'd you suck it clean so loudly, Chris? "This lemonade is very sweet." She had to excuse herself to the bathroom. And now she's having to leave a damn party because of a warm tingle that's made home in her lower belly. "Chris! Um…Hey!" "Sweets?" The scratchiness of his voice is still throwing her off. Her imagination quickly conjured up dozens of different scenarios were he was saying other things with that same grumbling tone. Raunchier, more embarrassing things that made her squeeze her thighs closer together and feel the wet pool of silk beginning to form against her black thong. Damn, she was definitely feeling that second blunt. "Hey Chris! Sorry I'm callin' so late I know you gotta get that beauty sleep haha." Oh fuck, fuck, she was drowning before she even got a chance to swim. "Sweetheart." "And you know how you always say 'If you ever need anything, whatever it is, just give you a call.'" Impressions ? Really ? He said her name, but she rambled over him. "Well you know I drove over to a little get together at a friends place and next thing you know there were shots and a lil' bud involved. Which I know soun-" When he repeated himself more sternly, she shut her mouth. She couldn't really hear anything but rustling in the background and she pulled the screen away from her ear to make sure he was still on the call. A soft thud followed by a faint shit, and the sounds of his steps echoed into the phones speaker. "Can you do that thing where you text me your current location or just send me the address? I'm heading to come get you now." "Oh thanks Chris! I'm only a couple miles down the road on the other side of the neighborhood. Wouldn't have even called if I was far." "Don't care if you were all the way on the other side of the hills sweets. I'd still come for ya." The heat that had been nestled away in her lower stomach was beginning to spread throughout her body. Her skin feeling hot to the touch even with her thin two-piece set and cool night breeze. She mumbled a shy thanks and let him know she was texting him the address. The last thing she heard was the rumble of Chris's garage door opening and a quick promise that he'd be there soon. *** As she watched the occasional partygoer stumble their way down the driveway, she leaned against her Porsche and tapped away a random beat she hopes to remember later. The party was still very much at a ten. Laughter filled the air of the otherwise silent neighborhood followed by the heavy bass of a spontaneous beat drop. It wasn't a long wait for a black BMW to pull up in front of her, the passenger window rolling down to reveal a ruggedly handsome silver fox driver. He'd been letting his hair grow out over quarantine. Everything just long, wild, and making him even more irresistible. Sleep deprivation was obvious, but nevertheless he still had a glint in his eye that always seemed to appear when he gazed at her. "Oh excuse me ma'am are you Kapital?" She groaned at his use of her stage name and opened the passenger door, climbing in while he smirked at her sluggish movements. When she finished bulking her seatbelt, she whipped her head up to see Chris already staring back at her. More specifically, the sliver of skin exposed by the low rise of her black skirt. Her thong split apart the skin of her hipbone and she gave herself a mental pat on the back for purchasing the vintage Gucci set. The amount of zeros on the price tag had made her slightly woozy at the time, but hell, she'd buy ten more if it meant he'd always look at her like this. "Sight for sore eyes tonight." Compliments were bountiful whenever she was with Chris but never the less; they still had a way of making her feel fuzzy, small, and already she found herself clutching her thighs together once again. "Thank you and sorry again about the late night favor. Wasn't really feelin' getting a Uber just to take me a couple minutes up the road." He hummed and continued to let himself divulge in staring at her body. The sounds of people talking outside the car and loud music fell on deaf ears. She was lit ablaze by his shameless gawking, and she doesn't understand how she's not used to it by now. Has there been a time when she didn't feel this way when he looked at her? Nope, he's always made her feel like this. Locking eyes once again, he smiled at her, bringing his hand to his beard to give it a couple of strokes. "Lets get you home okay sweetheart?" A rush of heat stabbed at her groin at the nickname. "Yes please." She rested her head against the cars plush interior and the effects of the alcohol were beginning to settle into her system. Her eyelids started to feel heavy as she gazed out the passenger window, counting the streetlights. "Did you have a good time?" The question came with a massive, warm hand cupping her shoulder. The electricity from his thumb casually stroking her exposed collarbone shocked her awake. Her intense cottonmouth made it hard to spit out an answer. No big deal. Be cool. You're super fucking cool. "It was alright. Originally supposed to be a 'intimate house warming party' but ended up being a lil wilder than I'd anticipated." Chris moved his hand up higher to rest on the corner of her skin bottom of her neck where it meets her shoulder. "Good time with your friends at least?" Groaning lowly, she allowed herself to relax into the feeling of his hand and forearm against her. Chris seemed to take it as an invitation to continue and let his thumb trace the front of her neck. The digit would occasionally catch the curve of her jaw, and she closed her eyes soaking it all in. "Always love seeing them." Her words came out breathless, slurred. His touch, along with her slightly inebriated state, made it so her senses felt more like live wires. The car suddenly got stuffier and her clothes slightly tighter. "Good to hear baby." That's a new one. She knows he's only ever called her baby whenever he's had a couple glasses in his system and feeling a lil extra flirty. The slight grind forward to relieve a bit of ache in her sternum didn't go unnoticed by Chris. But just how quickly his hand appeared, it was gone. Her eyes opened in confusion at the sound of Chris rolling down his window, and she cursed at seeing her gate illuminated by his headlights. She wanted to be stuck in that moment forever. Countless trips over had him punching in the six-digit code without hesitation. The rumbling of the gate opening paired with the casualness of his hand moving back to the steering wheel made her let out an unconscious moan, closing her eyes once again and adjusting herself in the seat. Already she missed the feeling of his hand on her body. "It's alright we're almost there." Like he'd known exactly what she was craving, his palm came to rest gently on the side of her face. His thumb instantly stroking over her cheekbone in a soothing manner. She tilted her head further into his palm and got a quick whiff of his wrist. Faint traces of his fancy cologne, clean linen, and a smell that just seemed organically Chris. Is it possible for a person to get off just from someone else's scent? The moment the car braked at the top of her driveway, she began climbing out of the suddenly suffocating vehicle. "Woah! Hey wait a second!" Stumbling, she swore at her kitten heels and tried straightening herself up as Chris abruptly appeared from the other side of her passenger door. Dammit he's fast. "Thanks again for the ride home, I really appreciate it ." They both blocked each others paths by moving in the same direction. If she wasn't being so frantic, she'd definitely find it comical. However, Chris was quickly over it and by the fourth go around had enough. His hands possessively gripped the skin of her exposed waist and held her still against the back passenger door. "Hey." He moved to grip her chin and forced her gaze to lock with his. She felt intimidated, but not in a scary way; more so in a way that gave her mind go gooey. It'd only seem to happen when it was just the two of them and tension in the air. "Hey." She mumbled back. Only he could get her to feel like this.

There was only him. "Why you tryin' to run away from me sweetheart?" "Don't wanna waste any more of your time." And failing at trying to avoid embarrassing myself beyond repair. He sucked his teeth together as if he didn't buy her confession. Utterly humiliated to have fallen into this fucked out state in front of him, she wanted to crawl away and hide. But Chris had other plans. Instead of allowing her to feel shameful, he stepped closer until the feeling of his warm rock-hard cock was pressed against her stomach. "Does this feel like my times being wasted right now?" Her eyes went wide. This definitely wasn't how she saw the night going. At most, maybe a cheeky kiss, one that lingered a little too close to her mouth. One that titters the line between friendly and something more. Nothing different about their separate days could've given any indication that this was how their night would end up. That Chris would be sandwiching her between his car and mouthwatering body while also having the audacity to chuckle in her face, enjoying her feeble attempts to grind against his impressive dick. He moved to cup her cheeks and pinch them until her lips were slightly puckered. As his half-lidded eyes looked down at her, she observed his expanded pupils and felt him loosen his grip on her cheek to allow her to answer his question. "No it doesn't." She whispered the response softly against his lips that were only a few centimeters away. So close that their breath intermingled and everything about the situation was addictive. The look in his eyes, the blacks of his pupils leaving only a ring of blue. He looked hungry, their chests began to rise and fall in unanimous succession. Anticipation in the air so thick you could taste it. No sooner did she close her eyes, ready for him to lean in and finally let her have a taste of those pillowy soft lips, did she feel him release a sigh. Then, all at once, his breath was gone and her lips grew cold. "No no no…." "Baby girl..." She could hear it in his voice. He'd made up his mind and yet sounded so torn by his own decision. She could cry. She really could fall to her knees and cry. Opening her eyes, she looked up at the older man. She could feel the her slik already accumulating against her thighs, panties beyond salvageable. She felt so stupid and she fucking hated it. And of course Chris noticed. "You know I want to." Intentional or not, he shifted, and the slight curve of his cock underneath the band of his sweats nudged the front of her pussy. Both of them let out groans that were damn near pornographic. "Oh god." She hiccuped, followed by a gasp for air, and Chris tilted his head up towards the night sky releasing a deep exhale. He mumbled something towards the stars, but she was too busy looking at the exposed skin of his stretched neck to hear him. So thick, flushed, a single vein strained at the surface and - How was she supposed to resist that? She only had to move her head a little closer to give the protruding vein a kitten lick. The air immediately left his lungs while a salacious moan slipped past his lips. Was she surprised by the hand that clasped her neck, pulling her away from his own and forcing her to stare at his disapproving face. Yes, but hell, it was totally worth it. She tried bucking her hips against his pelvis again, and he let out a dark howl. "Oh you're so going to pay for that." Surprising them both, she let out a giggle. She never fucking giggled. "Promise?" Chris slurred another curse under his breath and smashed his lips against her cheek, giving her a nice open mouth smack before pulling away and peaking at her forehead. "Come on sweets it's bed time." With her head empty and at the man's absolute mercy, she allowed Chris to led the two of them through her own house. He stopped in the kitchen and grabbed her a glass of water, then nudged her towards the stairs. "I'm right behind you." He swears he wanted her to go first to make sure she didn't fall backwards, even if she felt his eyes laser-focused on her ass. As her bedroom came into view, she lengthened her stride and flopped right on top of her fluffy white comforter. She let out the longest sigh and watched as Chris placed the glass of water on her bedside table. "Pajamas?" He asked while gently slipping off her heels for her, giving her feet a couple of rubs. "First drawer." As Chris went to rummage through her dresser, she begrudgingly got out of bed to head to her master bathroom.

Wonder if he’ll notice the little pink set next to the t-shirts?

Finally being alone once again, she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. While cleaning herself up, she used every bit of liquid courage she had left to say what she'd been wanting to ask him since he'd picked her up. "You can stay if you want." She was met with silence and continued to wait for a response while anxiously washing off her makeup. "But that's only if you want. We ain't gotta do anything just…yeah if you want." It wouldn't be the first time Chris had stayed the night. Hell, it wouldn't be their first time sharing a bed. However, after what transpired in the driveway, now felt very different than their previous sleepovers. Deciding she'd rather face the consequences of dealing with her hair in the morning, she hesitantly walked back into the bedroom. Instead of the image of Chris preparing to head home, she was pleasantly surprised to see him already making himself comfortable in her bed. Shirtless torso hidden underneath the duvet. His droopy eyes made him look so adorable, but his dark alluring voice made her weak in the knees. "Hurry up baby I'm in the mood to cuddle. Least you can do after sending me to come get you." Whatever spell he'd casted worked, conjuring up new found energy in her drained system to hastily change and join him. "Jesus fucking christ girl." Relieved she had at least whipped away the rogue slick that previously coated the inside of her thighs. She didn't think he could probably still see the evidence on her ruined thong. "Don't look! " He barked out a laugh and tilted his head to the ceiling. "You're gonna be the death of me I swear." Quickly getting dressed into the sweats and shirt he'd picked out for her. She kept her eyes on him to make sure he didn't sneak a peek, even though she knew he wouldn't dare. "Okay all clear." He watched her chug the ceremonious glass of water and once finished, Chris pulled back the comforter with inviting arms. "Come here." Buzzing with the anticipation of a good nights sleep, she turned off her table lamp and immediately the room flooded into darkness. Just as her knee sunk into the mattress, Chris impatient ass was already reaching for her waist and pulling her into his arms like it was nothing. She groaned into the warmness of his neck, the burn of his beard rubbing against her soft full cheeks, anchoring her to earth. One of his warm thick hands massaged gently at the back of her neck, aiding in lulling her closer to sleep. Chris's pillow soft lips rested against her forehead and he whispered promises she knew she'd have questions about in the morning. For now, though, she'd cherish the words that spilled across her skin. "I wanna take care of you." "Let me in sweetheart, I want to be there for you." "You're always on my mind, constantly worried about you baby." The tight squeeze of his other hand got her attention, his palm just so damn big as it rested against her hip. She knew she wasn't being subtle as she'd attempted to move her torso closer to his, urging his hand to slide down to rest on her ass while simultaneously wanting to grind against the hard cock she'd only got a taste of outside. But the line between perfect gentleman and utter tease was thin, and he forced her hips still before she'd even got the chance. His grip on her neck grew slightly tighter, and he'd turn his head to nip at the apple of her cheek as a warning to stop misbehaving. "Rest up baby I'll be right here in the morning." Sleep had never come faster.

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