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dc41896 · 3 years

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7 out of 10

✨Pairing✨: Andy BarberxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Andy doesn’t know what to think of this new customer service

⚠️: Fluff💕!

A/N: This is based off an adorable TikTok I saw, so I’m hoping I do it justice trying to write something off the top of my head. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Locking the door behind him, a tired sigh passes his lips as he tosses his keys in the dish and placed his briefcase on the wooden table in the foyer holding today’s mail: a couple of bills, a store catalog for you, and a postcard for baby Sienna signed by your parents from their vacation in Hawaii. The two year old was sure to squeal and awe at the picture of two dolphins breaking the water’s surface with what looked to be smiles on their faces.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!,” he announces removing his suit jacket before loosening the solid, navy blue tie around his neck.

“In the bathroom!,” you shout back followed by water splashing and high pitched giggles as if Sienna was trying to announce her presence as well. After a day filled with hearings and paperwork, he was more than happy to sit back against the soft, cream cushions of the couch; house flooded with laughs and little songs from his girls flowing down the hall. He let the sweet sounds and day’s exhaustion drift him to sleep, eventually stirring again a few minutes later at the constant taps on his chest.

“Hi princess,” he groggily smiles seeing his daughter’s mahogany eyes as she holds out a small plastic cup incredibly close to his face.

“Offree dada.” He can’t help but chuckle at her offering of coffee, and how witnessing him, or you, pour the dark liquid into his usual white mug before adding a small amount of sugar every day only solidified the idea in her head that “daddy must really like coffee.”

“Thank you honey.”

She carefully climbs down his legs in her light green butterfly onesie toddling over to her play kitchen set where she babbled to herself while searching through the plastic plates and utensils.

“Let me guess, coffee?,” you ask motioning to the little red cup as you lean down to meet your husband’s lips.

“I don’t know if I should be impressed at how attentive she is, or worried that she’s trying to tell me something,” he replies making you giggle as you settle in the cushions beside him, his arm sliding around your waist to trace his fingers along the side of your recently shaved thigh.

“Well she made me five cups in the span of an hour, so I’m thinking it’s just her specialty.”

As if knowing she was the topic of discussion, she hurries over with tight curls bouncing atop her head in two puffs and a mini frying pan in her hand holding it out towards Andy.

“Food?”

This meant she wanted you to give her your order so she could “cook” for you. Something she’d loved to do since getting the play set for her birthday, feeling as if she was just like her parents getting to prepare food in her own little kitchen.

“Hmm what do I want?,” Andy pretended to think, lightly scratching his beard. He’d typically just choose one of her favorites whenever she’d ask making her face light up before running back to her stove. This time though, Andy wondered how she’d react if he gave more than one answer.

“What about pizza..and French fries?”

“Oooh!,” she gasps clearly happy with his choice.

“And nuggets with tatoes,” he adds watching her excitedly bounce on her toes before walking towards the pretend kitchen.

“Ohh and Mac and cheese! And yogurt and ice cream.” Sienna let out a small huff, not being able to cook yet since her dad seemed to want everything tonight, which made you laugh to yourself at her growing impatience.

“I think I want cake too with cookies and candy and-,”

“Dada! Dada!,” she interrupted shaking his leg seemingly trying to tell him “that’s too much!”

“What? I’m giving my order.”

Babbling to herself as she left the pan on his lap, her feet pad to her toy chest retrieving Kit, her favorite kitten stuffed animal, before lying down next to the oven with a tired sounding sigh.

“I uh think she said if you want all that, you’re cooking it yourself. She’s off kitchen duty,” you laugh truly tickled at your daughter’s sass. Andy can’t help but laugh to himself either, getting up to place the small pan with the rest of her toys before picking her up from the floor to rest against his chest with arms around his neck.

“Be glad you’re cute. Anybody else I would’ve given a low score for customer service,” he smiles kissing the top of her sleeping head.

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taylorgrace-writes · 2 years

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Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, medical references, death

Word Count: 639

Genera: Angst, Whump, Deathfic

Part: 6

Authors Note: Did I cry while writing this last part? Yes, I most certainly did.

The day you died was the worst day of Chris’s life. The day had started just like any other that week. Chris had woken up uncomfortable in the chair near your bed. He had looked over to your still sedated form. You looked so peaceful, so calm. As he watched your chest rise and fall an alarm soon started to go off, along with a few others. Chris watched as your breathing became more erratic before yelling out for the nurses. The room once again was filled with nurses and doctors before Chris heard a noise he had been dreading to hear ever since he came here with you. The unmistakable noise of the heart rate monitor producing a constant ear piercing sound. The sound of death. Before Chris had any time to react doctors were shouting out orders as a nurse ushered him from the room, closing the door behind her. Chris was locked out, no way to reach you, nothing he could do. 20 minutes passed by before all the doctors and nurses came out of the room, your primary doctor coming over to Chris.

“I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he approached Chris. “The good news is she’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Chris breathed out, bringing his hands to his face as he cried in relife.

“The bad news is she probably won’t make it through the night. The sedative we had her on was causing her heart to slowly rupture. Luckily we were able to prevent that from happening right away but it's very close to bursting. Because of this we no longer want to sedate her but are all nervous about her reactions to you. She seemed to be okay around a few of us, myself included but we’re not sure how she’s going to react around you. She is asking for you though.” The doctor told Chris. Chris nodded his head, before letting out a quiet thank you. He slowly walked back into your room. His eyes met yours as a faint smile graced your lips.

“Chris.” you breathed out. Chris had to hold back a sob at his name falling from your lips. You no longer looked like you, you no longer smelt like you, you no longer felt like you, and now you no longer sounded like you but Chris knew it was still you.

“Y/N.” He whimpered out coming over to your bedside. You tried to speak out once again but it ended in a coughing fit. “Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t worry. I’m right here.”

“Love you.” Your raspy voice came out, filling the air.

“I Love you too baby. So much.” Chris told you. “Want me to read to you?” he asked as you shook your head yes. “Okay.” Chris whispered out, grabbing his book before returning to your side. As he reads, your eyes softly fall shut. Soon Chris is drifting off as well. When he awakes again it's to your doctor shaking him awake.

“She’s gone.” The doctor tells him. A heartbreaking sob falls from Chris’s lips as he holds your body to his.

“No, Y/N, please come back to me. Please baby. Please come back to me. I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” He desperately begs as he holds onto your limp body.

“We’ll let you be.” The doctor informs Chris as he and the nurse leave the room. Chris gently smooths back your loose hair from your face before giving you one final kiss on the forehead. He raises up on shaky legs, walking to the door only to look back at your still form.

“I love you Y/N, goodbye my love.” And with that he walks out, closing the door behind him on not only your body but on his life with you as well.

#chrisxreader #chrisfanfic #angst #whump #deathfic #chrisevansxreader #chrisevansfanfic #chris #chrisevans #angstfanfic #whumpfanfic #fanfiction #chrisangst #chriswhump #chrisevansangst #chrisevanswhump

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wolferals · 4 years

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sneeky

Chris Schistad preference

{this is for Lara, the coolest bitch ever that i literally met an hour ago:)🦋}

-chris and you had been dating for about 2 months now after meeting him at a coffee shop in Oslo

-he went to school at Nissen but you were at Elvebakken so no one of your schoolmates knew about him and neither did his‘

-he had told you basically everything about his best friends William and Eliott (see what i did here😏) but they didnt know you guys were seeing each other

-but since both of you were pretty busy with school you could only see him on weekends and that was pretty hard

-so you decided to surprise him and transfer schools to Nissen without telling him

-you had talked to your parents and they didnt really care where u went to school, they just wanted you to have good grades

-in the morning of your first day at Nissen you got a text from Chris saying „have fun at school today baby.“

-you started smirking, grabbed your bag and walked out of the door to get to the bus stop

-you knew he usually was picked up this William guy so he wouldnt see you on your way

-about 30 minutes later your bus stopped close to the school and you followed the other students to make sure you got there

-you had put on your hood in case he might see you he wouldn’t recognize you right away

-since you didnt see him anywhere you walked inside the building to talk to the principal

-after that he took you to your new classroom where he knocked at first since it was already after 8

-he talked to the english teacher first before i got in

-when you entered the room you felt a pair of big shocked green eyes on you and you stopped yourself from grinning

-„this is y/n, she transferred here from Elvebakken“ the teacher introduced me to the class

-but one person already knew everything about you

-and he kept staring at you

-„you can sit over here, y/n.“

-you walked to your new desk a row in front of Chris so you could see his expression in the corner of your right eye

-internally you were screaming from your own sneekyness and geniosity

-your english teacher continued her class until break when you left the classroom to get to the chem labor

-suddenly you felt a hand grabbing your shoulder and you turned around with a big proud smirk on your face

-„what are you doing??“ he asked straight away

-„what does it look like hun? Im going to my next class at my new school“

-he pulled you behind the lockers and pushed your back against them

-he then bit his lip and whispered:“you know i cant kiss you right now but i want to so bad.“

-you grinned at him, put your hand on his chest to push him back slightly

-you then put on an innocent facial expression and spoke:“i dont know what you mean, im just new here. If you excuse me, i gotta get to class.“

-you left him standing there and walked away with the same smirk still plastered on your face

-you loved yourself for that

-after your todays classes you walked outside to meet chris somewhere far away from school

-when you walked through the hallway you noticed how people were staring at you and whispering things to their friends

-you had no clue why since no one couldve seen you and chris before and no one knew anything about you

-you also knew chris‘ reputation at nissen and about what he had done before dating you

-even tho people don’t believe that, he‘s actually a very sensitive guy that just does stupid things to push his things further away from him

-when you reached the schoolyard, a girl suddenly came up to you and asked „have you noticed how penetrator chris was looking at you in art class?“

-the name made you laugh out loud since he hadnt told you about his nice little nickname

-„uhm no why?“ you then replied

-the blonde girl looked around and said:“Everyone here wants to know whats wrong with him. No girl has been seen with his hoodie in a while.“

-„what do you mean?“ you asked confused

-„every girl chris hooks up with gets a penetrator hoodie with his name highlighted at the back.“

-you were kind of confused and slightly mad at him for doing such a dumb thing

-„i dont know about that but why would he‘ve been looking at me?“

-she shrugged her shoulders

-„maybe you‘re his next“

-„we‘ll see.“ you laughed, said goodbye to her and kept walking with a lot of people’s eyes following you

-maybe you‘re his next

-you were about to reply „way too late hun“ but luckily you didnt

-but you were exposed, apparently someone saw you guys staring at each other

-when you walked around the corner you saw a guy from your class standing there at his car

-you passed him but he stopped you

-„y/n right?“

-you looked at him confused. „Yeah“

-„i know you and chris are dating“

-you opened your eyed wide

-how would he know?

-„im his best friend, you might have heard of me. William“

-he offered you his hand to shake which you gladly took

-you always wanted to meet his friends but he never let you cuz of his reputation

-„ive known chris since kindergarten, i know how he acts around a girl he likes and just that eye contact thing you pulled in class told me he liked you more than just a hookup or anything. Dont worry i wont say anything.“

-you were shocked

-before you could open your mouth you heard a „hey!“ from your right

-chris came jogging up to you guys

-„talking to the new girl william? Thats really nice, i‘m sure -its y/n right- doesnt know many people here.“

-william rolled his eyes and spoke:“dude just kiss your girlfriend hello.“

-chris looked at him, then looked at me and without hesitation he planted a soft kiss on my lips

-„hi.“ he then whispered and looked back at william

-„did you tell him?“ he asked you

-„there was no need to.“ william answered cool

-„the way you were undressing her with your eyes was enough to see whats going on.“

-chris scratched the back of his head and laughed a little

-you were just standing there grinning at how amazing his best friend handled that strange situation

-after not speaking for a while william took his keys out of his pocket and threw them at chris

-„here“

-chris was clearly confused and looked at him

-„what?“ he asked

-„get your girlfriend home and take care that no one else finds out.“

-chris smiled and you guys walked to the car

-„what do you wanna do babe?“

-you smiled sweetly at him

-„take me to yours and finish what he started this morning“

-he laughed and asked:“and whats that?“

-„oh dont you remember when you were eye fucking me in chem class? Lets do that. But keep your eyes shut this time“

#chrisschistad #chrisxreader #cute #preference #skam #norway #hermantommeraas

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bestofbothworlds001 · 4 years

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Maybe write some fluff with Chris and Sebastian, where the three of y'all watch movies and hang out together at home

Back up system

I hope you like it. That’s my first ever written one shot in English. And English isn’t my first language so excuse my mistakes and tell me if there’s anything wrong so I can change it.

Pairing: chris Evans x Sebastian Stan x reader

(Y/n): your name

Type: friendship, fluff

Word count: 450

It was one of those days when you wake up with a feeling that this in not your day. And you shouldn’t leave bed, but unfortunately you can’t because you have this meeting for a new project.

You woke up late so you kept running in your apartment to pack your bag and head to work, from finishing tasks and attending meetings and it ended with one of your managers arguing with you about a the new project, in middle of the day and in break, you kept texting your best friends about your day and how bad it is.

Chris and Sebastian have been your friends since high school, you were that group who always sticked together through different universities and relationships.

When chris and Sebastian knew that your having an awful day they set up a plan to make you feel good again.

It’s almost 5 o’clock you were counting minutes to finish this day and head back to your bed. Just when you got a call from chris telling you that he’s picking you up, you got your stuff and met chris in the back of your office building. Chris knew how much you hated paparazzi and can’t deal with them especially if it’s a day like today.

When you arrived to your apartment Sebastian was there setting your living room and getting the food out of the bags.

When Sebastian saw you he just hugged you “Hey there beautiful, how are you?“, “hey to you too, what about me?” chris came and hugged you both. You laughed together and stayed like this for a minute. Only god knows how much you needed a hug after that day.

“Get comfy and let’s start” chris said. you went to your room and changed to a basic sleeveless white shirt and a grey sweatpants and you went outside. Both of them were sitting on the couch waiting for you. You started the movie and grabbed a noodles box. Chris was so excited about the movie and he made all of you sing out loud all the songs. No one can forget how much chris loves little mermaid.

When the movie credit started to show you were just looking at chris and Sebastian and thinking how much grateful you are to have friends who are family to you, that’s when Sebastian called your name again “hey earth to y/n what is it, doll?”. You looked at him surprising, you smiled and said “nothing, I’m just thankful to have both of you, it was a bad day but it’s not now, I love you guys”.

Both of them smiled “ that means you’re ready for little mermaid 2 ?” Chris said and you all watched it until all of you fell a sleep on your couch. Like you used to in high school.

#sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan #sebastian stan imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #chris evans #imagines #request #fanfiction #sebastianXreader #chrisXreader

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darker-stars · 5 years

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Stray kids reaction to you saying "I love you" for the first time (hyung line)

Bang Chan

He'd be through the roof

Though he'd try to act cool and hide it

You'd be waiting on him to finish in the studio bc he was writing something

When you walked up behind him

Noticing he looked extremely tired

You'd wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your head into his neck

He'd be kinda annoyed but wouldn't say anything about it

That's when you told him the words

"Channie?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

You couldn't see his face but you could tell his expression immediately brightened

And even though he was trying to act cool about it

He wasn't doing such a good job...

He eventually gave up on trying to be cool and turned around to hug you back

"I love you too baby"

Kim Woojin

Woojin is honestly such a teddy bear

He wouldn't even try to hide his excitement

He brought you food one day after he finished practice

He missed you and his excuse to go see you was bringing you food

Anyways..

He literally just walked into your apartment like he owns the place

And yells for you

"Y/N! I brought you food!"

And being the hungry one you are

You sprinted out of your room

And of course,

He brought you chicken

And insisted on eating with you

Not that you had a problem with that

You two ate together and talked about random stuff

Like how Felix almost broke Minho in practice about an hour ago (A/N:story continued later)

Once you two finished eating

Woojin stood up, sad that he had to leave.

You stood up too, and hugged him

Which he was already surprised about

But when you hit him with that double whammy

Lord help his heart

You hugged him tightly and pressed your head against his chest

"I love you Woojin."

And he couldn't contain his excitement

He hugged you tighter than ever

"I love you too Y/N!"

He smiled the rest of the day

Minho

The most self confident reaction of all of them

You went over to their dorms after they finished practice

And you watched movies with Minho all day

And you had started to fall asleep after about the fourth movie

Minho decided to make fun of you

"Only losers fall asleep after the fourth movie!"

It's 2:00 in the morning

They don't have practice tomorrow (lucky)

But you have school

"Minho it's two in the morning I'm tired"

"loser"

"douche"

"that just hurts Y/N"

"shut up"

He laughed at you as you laid your head on his chest

He held you against him

And you were immediately enveloped in warmth

Hazy from the feeling of laying against your boyfriend

You could only think of one thing to say

"I love you Minho"

And his answer was...

"I know." He laughed

"self conceited douche" you joked

"Kidding kidding, I love you too babygirl."

You laughed again

"hey do you wanna hear about how Felix almost killed me in practice today?"

"sure."

"so I was dancing, like I was supposed to be, and Felix literally jumps on top of me," he said "my head narrowly missed the floor, luckily I was able to stop myself before my head hit."

But you had already fallen asleep

So he went to sleep too

Seo Changbin

He didn't know how to react

When you said it he got all nervous and flustered

Just like Chan he was in the studio late at night writing lyrics (get some sleep idiots)

You were sitting next to him while he wrote

Watching him with fascination as lyrics just poured out of his mind and onto a paper

You wondered how he does it, considering you couldn't write lyrics to save your life

You started to get really tired

And you layed your head on his shoulder

And grabbed ahold of his arm

Which he was writing with

So he sighed, slightly annoyed until you told him

"I love you Binnie."

And he tensed up bc he was so shocked

But soon after he relaxed

But was still extremely flustered

"I-I love you too Y/N"

#stray kids reactions #straykidsxreader #stray kids reaction #stray kids #chanxreader #changbinxreader #chrisxreader #minhoxreader #leeknowxreader #woojinxreader #straykidsimagine #imagines

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skunkyfanpage-blog · 6 years

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Sneaky surprise

Disclaimer: My writing is shit. Construction criticism is very much appreciated.

Warnings: Strong language

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(Y/N) p.o.v.

The blaring of my alarm clock wakes me. 7:00 a.m., just on time. I grab my phone and hit the name of my best friend, Owen.

"Hello?" I hear a sleepy voice from the receiver.

"OWEN! Why aren't you up?" I yell, most likely startling the boy.

"Well, I was sleeping like a normal person. Why are you up anyways? You don't wake up till 10." He asks, confusion very evident. I released a sigh.

"Owen, check the date." I told him simply.

"Oh. OH" he says. The sound of ruffling betrays that he is rushing from his bed. With an exchange of goodbyes, we hung up. I jumped up, rushing to get ready. Grabbing my high waisted jean shorts and a (f/c) crop tops, I was dressed and running downstairs.

-time skip because idk what to write-

5:46. I had exactly 14 minutes to make sure everything was in order for tonight. It's been hard keeping it from my boyfriend, Chris, but somehow I've managed. Upon making last touches on food, I hear the clock in the room strike 6. Let the party begin. I see Owen walk up behind me. He was wearing khakis and a black hoodie. It always puzzled me how he wore that stuff and not die from heat exhaustion.

"You ready?" He asked me, putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Sure." I replied with a huge sigh.

Half an hour later and the party was in full swing. But one very important thing, or person, was missing. I looked at Owen with a knowing look from across the room and he shrugged his shoulders. Chris was supposed to be here with the rest of the people half an hour ago, but he's a no show. I feel two hands on my shoulders, and not deciding to fight them, I allow them to lead me outside. Once out, I realize it was Owen.

"He'll show. I promise, okay?" His eyes shined with hope.

"Okay. I trust you." His smile grew. Suddenly his phone began to rang. He turn to take it. "Yeah? What do you mean? I'm right here with (Y/N). Okay, calm down. Yeah, we're walking there now." With that he grabbed my arm, and pulled me back inside. After 5 minutes we somehow managed to manuver our way to the front of the house. Outside was a banner that read "Happy 2 years (Y/N)".

Tears filled my eyes as I realized what was going on. I whipped my head around to see Chris with flowers in his hand. He was wearing jeans and a black button up. His hair was a mess on his head. I ran to him, jumping in his open arms.

"Happy two years, baby girl. I love you."

#fan fiction #chrisxreader #chris x reader #chris Imagines #christopherxreader #christopher x reader #christopher imagines #skunky imagines #youtubers

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rtscrobbles · 7 years

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okay but.... chris demarais x reader where theyre having a long distance relationship. but. like its an rt life video where somebodys bringing chris to the airport and he doesnt know its his girlfriend. like it's a surprise. please. aaaaaaa

Your eyes flutter shut to the sounds of ‘if i stay’ playing softly in your ears. It would be a long light to see your boyfriend, but you knew it would be worth it. You hadn’t see each other in months and have been secretly devising this plan with Blaine who’d bring Chris to the airport to meet you. Though he had no idea it was you, as far as you know Blaine had told Chris they’d had to go to the airport to ‘spice up’ rt life.

48-hours had quickly flown by, perhaps the excitement got to you. You were pretty much bouncing on the balls of your feet as soon as the plan landed. You were filled with mixed emotions; excitement, fear and maybe jet-lag either way you somehow had enough energy to run to the baggage pick-up. You were constantly checking your phone until it finally buzzed.

Blaine: We’re here, where are you?

You replied telling him what terminal you were at. At this point you were jumping up and down, looking over people who’d come and go until your eyes landed on the muscular, blue-eyed man and your lanky, oblivious boyfriend walking beside him looking as puzzled as ever.

Blaine had said something to Chris and they began walking around the baggage claim; you made sure you were visible and tried to keep your calm by starring at your shoes. You could hear their voices grow closer and closer...

“Y-Y/N?!”

You look up and grin, “Chris!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him so tightly you probably broke a few bones in the process.

“I missed you,” He murmured, squeezing you tightly kissing your cheek.

“Aww how cute guys!” Blaine perks up, you turn to your side and stick up your middle finger to him, as does Chris, right at the Camera as Blaine was waving behind it, pulling faces.

#chris demarais x reader #chrisxreader #rt fanfiction #rt fanfic #rt imagines #rt imagine #ragehappy #flash fic #Anonymous

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ladymogar-archive · 7 years

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Could I have 3 with Chris pleeeease? Thank you!!! ☺❤

“Helloooo.” Chris sings, draping himself over your shoulder.

“Hi, Chris.” You reply, gently shoving him off of you. He steps away, stumbling a bit, but manages to right himself. “Are you drunk?”

“What gave you that idea?” Chris asks, gesturing extravagantly with the bottle in his hands.

“Yeah, I wonder.” You eye up the bottle and he finally notices.

“Woops.” He puts the bottle down on the counter and strolls back to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I might be drunk.”

“Yes, I can tell.” You reply, grinning and kissing him on the nose. Chris waits until you pull away before he ducks in for a kiss. He tastes slightly like his drink but it’s not completely unpleasant. You wrap your arms lightly around Chris’ neck and presses a little closer, accidentally bumping his teeth into yours.

“Sorry, babe.” Chris pulls away enough to speak, though he’s obviously still focused on your lips.

“It’s okay, just kiss me again.” You tell him. “Or grab me a drink.”

#chrisxreader #rt reader inserts #rt imagines #chris demarais x reader #fics #ficlets #rojahal

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iinmysights · 2 years

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#Ravage.txt #don’t rb #I have to go to the store for chili ingredients but……… mmmm kinda tempted to write a ChrisxReader 😩#I actually have a bit more substance to the general idea too beyond one scene from WtRC lol #hehE #me in the past: yeah this fucks #me for a couple of years: wow this is so cringe I hate myself #me now: yeah this fucks

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worksby-d · 3 years

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Congratulations on 4.5k Dest🥳! Could you possibly do something for a Drabble with chrisxreader with the smut prompt “try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” and the fluff prompt “keep talking. Your voice helps me sleep”. I was thinking maybe something where reader and chris are staying at a relatives house and in the middle of the night, reader is having horrible cramps so one of them suggests sex since it’s supposed to help relieve that. And then just super comforting, gentle smut 🥺. My cramps are fking killing me rn and keeping me awake. Thank you Dest!

i'm sorry your cramps were being a bitch 😭 i hope you ended up getting some sleep lol thank you for sending these prompts 💕

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

“try to stay quiet for me. can you do that?” + “keep talking. your voice helps me sleep.”

warnings: painful period, period sex, unprotected sex, 18+

word count: ~900

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“i can't sleep if you keep moving.” his gravelly voice breaking the silence makes you jump a little.

“sorry,” you sigh, taking a break from desperately trying to find a comfortable position. “didn't know you were still awake.”

“what's wrong, sweetie?” as much as he doesn't mind you so close, he can tell the way you’re clinging to him means you're uncomfortable.

“cramps,” you mumble, face pressed against his side. “can't get comfortable.”

“ah…” his arms envelop you, a hand resting on your lower back, the warmth feeling nice, but doing little to make you feel any better. “i'm sorry.”

minutes pass without you saying anything more, in too much pain to think about anything other than wishing it would go away. watching your continued restlessness, chris racks his brain for anything he can do to help.

“roll over.” his suggestion comes seemingly out of nowhere, but you oblige, willing to do pretty much anything at this point if he thinks he has an idea.

he turns with you so your back is flush to his chest. he moves one arm underneath you so your head is resting on his bicep, while his other hand slips beneath your shirt, the heat and pressure on your lower abdomen eliciting a deep exhale from you.

“i have something we can try to help your pain go away,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your neck. the hand that's rubbing soothing circles against your skin moves just a bit lower, pushing past the waistband of your underwear. he's certainly not subtle when he presses his hips against your ass. “let me help.”

“we don't have to…” everything that could go wrong flashes through your mind. “your family is right down the hall, and– and it would be messy. we're not at home.”

“it'll be fine,” he assures, kissing your neck. “they're dark sheets. i'll wake up early to wash them. and my family being down the hall has never stopped us before,” he teases, beginning to push your underwear down your legs. “there. does that answer all your concerns?” he feels you nod, but he wants to hear you. “hm?”

“yes,” you answer, reaching behind you to push his sweatpants off him.

“good girl,” he hums, and the praise makes you even more eager, letting him take over kicking his pants off the rest of the way so you can drop your hand, searching for his cock.

wrapping your fingers around his length, you begin to move your hand in slow strokes. meanwhile, he nudges his leg between yours and slips his hand back down between them. the first brush of his fingers over your clit has your hips jerking and a small whimper falling from your lips.

“mhm,” he chuckles, continuing to circle your clit slowly with two fingers. “love how sensitive you are.”

feeling you begin to writhe in his arms, he lets up and grasps your wrist to pull your hand away from him. he guides your hand to the backside of your thigh so you can hold your leg up for him while he begins to thrust into you.

just the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance has you sighing in pleasure. “please, baby.”

but his free hand comes up to cover your mouth. “try to stay quiet for me,” he reminds you. “can you do that?”

nodding desperately, exhaling heavily into the palm of his hand, you push your hips back to take more of him.

“fuck,” he groans quietly, letting you do it.

trusting you to stay silent, his hand moves to your breasts, fingers gently pinching and circling your sensitive nipples, while his other hand grasps your hip for leverage. it's slow strokes at first not wanting to make too much noise, but it doesn't stay that way as you get lost in each other.

“chris,” you sigh, letting go of your leg so you can rub your clit. “harder, baby, please.”

so he picks up the pace, fucking into you harder despite the inevitable rustling and creaking of the bed.

“can feel you squeezin’ me, pretty girl,” he breathes out, breath warm behind your ear. “come on, let go.”

knowing you won't be able to keep it in, his hand flies back up to cover your mouth right as you come, muffling the choked moan you let out. the quivering of your pussy and your thighs has him right on the edge with you, his thrusts not faltering as he fucks you through your climax.

his breaths become more erratic, slamming his hips against you one, two, three more times before they stutter, cock pulsing as his release spills inside you. the sensation is enough to send you over the edge again in your oversensitive state, forcing him to bury his face in your neck to muffle his own moan.

once you both calm down, he’s adamant about taking a quick shower together to clean up and so he can change the sheets before laying back down with you.

laying back in the same spooning position, his hand returns to your lower abdomen. “feeling any better?”

“i don't know,” you yawn. “maybe. keep talking though. your voice helps me sleep."

"what do you want me to talk about?"

"something real boring," you answer. "consider this a free pass to talk about football with me or something."

"okay," he snorts. "happily."

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chrisevansonly · 2 years

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HE LOOKS SO FLUFFY PLS I CANT WITH HIM!!! i’m also so excited to see this movie even if i’m one of the only adults in a theatre full of kids 🥰🥰🥰

#chrisevans #christopher robert evans #chrisevansxreader #i want to give him a big ol smooch #can i hold your hand pls #EEEEEEEK #chrisxreader #chris evans fluff

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dc41896 · 3 years

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Gratuity

✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari LevinsonxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: He stops in your restaurant everyday, and both of you can’t wait.

⚠️: Rude customer, fluff💕

A/N: I really like the mob AU idea from some stories I’ve read here and I’ve always wanted to write my own imagine with that plot and finally had my own idea for a little series I could do with it! I hope you guys like it☺️!

“Looks like your friend is here,” your co-worker, Sherry, smiles playfully nudging your arm a mere seconds before the bell on the door dings of his arrival. Nine o’clock, as usual, sitting at one of the tables in front of the wide window with today’s newspaper to his right and phone in hand typing away at the screen. Today you see he decided to sport your favorite: his navy blue suit paired with a white button down underneath partially opened towards the top that you could see the gold medallion he typically wore. His black shoes shining even under the table from the overhead light hitting them just right.

The few months you’ve seen him come in, he never failed to look anything less than dapper. Then again that was usually the dress code for anyone coming into the restaurant, always well-groomed and flashing their wealth whether physically in the luxury brands and jewelry they wore or sometimes vocally if they were bold and arrogant enough.

That’s where he differed though.

There was always a small sense of intimidation with those you served having and coming from much less, but not with him. He was so down to earth and seemed genuinely interested when asking about your day or your weekend plans. Just being in his presence brought a comfort that you reluctantly had to leave whenever you had to wait on someone else or it was time for one of his meetings.

“Good morning Mr. Levinson. What can I get you?,” you smile, notepad and pen ready for his order. You probably didn’t need it since he tended to order the same thing every morning: coffee, black, with a couple slices of toast and some butter on the side. “What can I say, I like what I like,” he shrugged with a small chuckle when you pointed it out in one of your earlier conversations.

“Good morning, and I thought we talked about you calling me that?,” he smirks looking up from the sports section spread out on the table.

“I know, but I’m supposed to be-,”

“Professional. I understand angel.”

And there was that little nickname making your insides flutter and your body heat from being flustered. It’s also what made Sherry term him as your “friend” passing by last week and hearing the endearing name pass his pink lips.

“I’ll just take coffee today. Can’t stay as long as I used to.”

There’s a small, disappointed pang to your heart that you wouldn’t be able to talk with him like you usually could. Hardly anyone showed up in the morning, mostly coming for lunch and dinner so there were plenty of times he would invite you to sit with him, keeping him company for just a short while before you had to appear as if you were working.

It didn’t take any time for you at all to retrieve one of the coffee pots from the many coffee makers before returning to his table carefully pouring the strong smelling liquid into the white porcelain cup sat on top of the miniature plate.

“Anything else I can get you?”

“No this is perfect, thank you. You always take care of me angel,” he smiles blowing the steam from the cup as the praise hits just enough to have you bashfully biting your lower lip to hide your giggle.

“Y-You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything mister- I mean Ari.”

“Um excuse me?,” a customer calls snapping his fingers from across the room. “I’ve been here for 10 minutes and haven’t even gotten a water yet.”

“That was a lie,” Ari thought slowly placing his cup down giving the man a once over. He saw him walk in all haughty dripping with self entitlement maybe five minutes ago, yet he has the nerve to get angry. And with you of all people. He wasn’t even sitting in your section, so really the impatient man wasn’t your responsibility. Knowing you though, he wasn’t surprised to watch you walk over apologizing to the undeserving, weak Wall Street minion trying your best to satisfy his needs.

“What else can I get you besides water?”

“No, I don’t want water. Get me a coffee with three creams and one sugar. The good kind not the fake stuff in the packet, along with the chef’s omelette. And try to have it out to me before you close,” the older, bald man orders sliding his menu to the side, completely ignoring your outstretched hand trying to grab it, before answering his phone.

Your quiet, “yes sir,” along with a heavy sigh had Ari boiling at how someone could mistreat such an innocent and sweet person like you just trying to do their job. Plus the annoying man just seemed to talk louder the longer his conversation ran interrupting Ari’s peaceful reading.

A few seconds later, you returned with his coffee prepared just as he requested, and then again with his food smelling just as delicious as it looked.

“About time,” he grumbled before tucking his napkin beneath the collar of his wrinkled shirt and picking up his fork and knife already slicing through the folded egg.

“Let me know if-,”

“What is this?!,” he asks dropping his utensils on the table that ultimately clattered all the way to the black floor. “I didn’t want onions!”

“I’m sorry sir, but you didn’t say-,”

“Can you do anything right?!,” he sighs, “Guess they just hire anybody today.”

“Would you like me to get you another one without them? Or something else?,” you ask doing the best you could to hide your annoyance and frustration.

“No, I want you to sit out front and look pretty,” he sarcastically retorts, “what do you think?”

“Let me get the chef for you,” you reply moving towards the kitchen.

“You do that.”

Ari had seen and heard enough.

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“Alright, what seems to be the problem?,” the chef, Frank, asks following you out to the dining room floor. To your surprise though, the customer was no longer there, just Ari drinking the last of his coffee before folding his newspaper.

“I thought you said there was a customer mad about his order?”

“Oh that guy? He seemed to change his mind while you were back there,” Ari answers digging in his pocket for his wallet. “Actually started to like onions after the first bite.” Sure enough looking at his plate, it was completely cleaned without a crumb in sight as if he licked those away too.

“Huh, well good for him. No issue after all,” Frank sighs patting your shoulder before returning to his position in front of the stove. You’re still left confused, wondering what made him change his mind after getting so angry over something so minuscule. However not for long as Ari hands you some folded up bills along with his ticket in the black, leather folder. Standing so close and being face to face with his chest, you can smell the deep patchouli mixed with citrus wafting off his clothes that has you suddenly weak feeling as if you need something to lean on.

“S-So um same time tomorrow?,” you nervously chuckle trying to rid the melting feeling from your head and legs.

“Afraid not. I have a full day tomorrow starting at eight, so I can’t stop by,” he answers, noticing the slight dim in your usual glow that makes warmth spread across his whole chest.

“I am having a party for the opening of my office tomorrow night that I’d love for you to come to. You can even bring a friend or friends.”

“Oh, um okay. Yea I think I can make it,” you shyly smile making a soft one spread across his bearded face as well.

“If you can’t or need a ride, just give me a call,” he replies handing you a matte black business card with only his name and number in a simple yet bold, gold font.

“Will do.”

Just as he strides towards the door, thick back muscles perfectly showcased from the tailored suit, your voice calls him back walking up to him holding out the money he left, no longer folded.

“You left $500,” you whisper, “I think this is meant for something else.”

The slightly calloused yet also soft feel of his hands manually closing yours as he leans in next to your ear along with the gentle rub of his beard on your cheek has a short, surprised gasp escaping your lips that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later.

“I know what it was meant for angel,” he answers. Deepened, husky voice vibrating your eardrum with his whisper. Backing away, there’s a smug grin on his face at how shy and flustered he has you. You didn’t see it though, currently unable to meet his eyes as you focused on your breathing and the floor beneath your feet.

“You have a good day Y/N.”

“Thanks. Y-You too Ari.” Leaving you with a small wave, your eyes follow him through the window until he’s no longer in view and you can somewhat regain your normal breathing. You tried to distract yourself with cleaning and getting ready for the impending lunch rush as you pick up his discarded cup carrying it to the other table that once sat the disgruntled customer to collect his plate and cup also.

Something catches your eye though at the top corner of the white, square plate that you know wasn’t there earlier.

Your finger delicately glides along the small crack until the chipped piece gives way leaving a v shaped gap about an inch long in its place. On the table cloth just above the plate was a single red droplet while next to the gap the same red stain seemed to have been spread a bit leaving behind more so of a line. There was no ketchup nor hot sauce on the table that could cause the stain so you couldn’t help but wonder,

“Is this blood?”

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taylorgrace-writes · 2 years

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Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: Medical references, mentions of cancer, needles

Word Count: 2k

Genera: Angst, Fluff, Whump

Part: 1

Authors Note: I am in no way shape or form in the medical field. I have no idea if anything of this is "correct" so please don't come at me! -T

You thought it was just going to be a normal doctor's visit. Just the standard check-up that everyone had around every two years. Chris offered to come with you and you said yes. Going to the doctors gave you enough anxiety as it was but with Chris by your side you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. Everything had gone completely fine until the doctor left the room to bring your blood test to the lab. You sat on the examination table, swinging your sock clad feet back and forth as the white paper below you crinkled with the movement. Chris sat patiently in a chair in the corner of the room, giving you a reassuring smile. You gave him a weak smile back as you looked down at your hands that were fidgeting together. You knew you had no reason to be nervous as everything else had been fine and you were almost free to leave but the scary thought that they might find something through your blood test had your anxiety rising.

“I wonder what’s taking the doctor so long.” Chris remarked as he looked down at his phone to check the time. “He only said it would take 10 minuets at most.” You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall, seeing that it had been 20 minutes since the doctor left. You looked back at Chris with worry written all over your face. “Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” He told you knowing you were undoubtedly thinking the worst. You let out a sigh, shaking your head in agreement. Chris was probably right. The parking lot had been pretty full when the two of you got there and the waiting room was definitely not the quietest. Another 20 minutes passed agonizingly slowly before the doctor finally knocked on the door and entered. He was looking down at his clipboard intently, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “For a second there I didn’t know if you were going to come back.” Chris joked to the doctor letting out a small chuckle. The doctor looked up at Chris giving him a soft smile before turning to you.

“Y/N, the lab found some um abnormalities with your blood work. We would like you to come back tomorrow for some follow up procedures just to make sure you’re okay.” You looked at Chris wide eyed, your head filling with dread.

“What kind of… abnormalities?” Chris asked, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“We detected some traces of liver enzymes in Y/N’s blood.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, voice shaky with concern.

“No, not at all. It’s actually quite common to have small traces of these enzymes in your blood. Your’s is just on the higher end so we want to make sure it's not something more serious.” You nod your head in confirmation before looking back over at Chris. He gives you a reassuring smile before standing up to shake the doctor's hand.

“Thank you so much doc, really appreciate it.”

“Of course, a nurse will be coming in shortly to go over prep for the procedure and to retrieve your clothing.” The doctor tells you and Chris, before shaking you had. “See you tomorrow.” He says before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Not even 30 seconds after he leaves a nurse knocks on the door coming in with your clothing and a small pamphlet.

“Hi Y/N, for your procedure tomorrow there really isn’t much you need to do for prep since we only need to take some blood and then bring it back to the lab. Just make sure to stay away from the foods in this pamphlet.” She tells you as she hands the pamphlet over to Chris before handing you your clothes. “You can change and leave whenever you're done just make sure to stop by the front desk to make your appointment for tomorrow.” She tells you before leaving. You slowly stand up, untying the gown from around you and putting your normal street wear back on. When you're done you take Chris’s hand as he leads you to the front where he schedules the appointment for you.

The drive home is quiet and before Chris can say anything to you, you're jumping out of the car and running into his home. You bypass Dodger as you run upstairs to the room the two of you share. You can hear Chris calling after you but you don’t care. You’re scared about tomorrow and right now all you want to do is escape from the world. Chris finds you in the bedroom, snuggled up under the covers as you try to hide away. You feel the bed dip as Chris sits down on the edge of it next to your huddled up form. He rubs your back for a while before slowly lifting up the blanket to see your tear stained cheeks and red watery eyes looking up at him.

“Oh baby.” He coos before sliding in next to you as you cling onto his shirt.

“I’m sc-scared.” you whimper out only for him to shush you as he strokes your hair.

“It’s okay to be scared, baby. That’s normal but I promise whatever we find out tomorrow that you’ll be okay.”

“How do-do you know-know that?” You sniffle up at him.

“Because you are the bravest, strongest, toughest girl I know. I mean look at ya! You somehow manage to put up with Dodger and me on a daily basis.” He jokes, making you giggle a little. “It’s going to be okay but you need to believe it's going to be okay too.” he tells you. “Can you do that for me?” he asks as you give him a small smile, nodding your head in agreement. He gives you a big smile before giving you a kiss on the forehead and pulling you closer to him.

The rest of the night goes by smoothly but when you awake the next morning your anxiety has resurfaced. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt before heading downstairs to the kitchen where you find Chris already up and making breakfast.

“Hey baby, how’d ya sleep?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you before going back to making his famous scrambled eggs.

“Okay.” you whisper out as you find a seat at the island.

“The eggs are almost done.” he tells you as he grabs two plates from the dishwasher. He loads them up along with some fruit and toast before setting one down in front of you and the other beside you where he usually sits for meals. You wait patiently for Chris as he pours the two of you some juice before sliding into the chair next to you. He smiles at you before digging into his food. You shakily pick up your fork, stabbing some of the egg onto it before bringing it to your lips. Out of the corner of his eye Chris can see your trembling hands. He knows you're nervous so he tries to take your mind off of it by talking.“So I was thinking, maybe we could go to the doctors this morning for your procedure then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves. We can take Dodger on a walk, maybe get some ice cream…” He trails off sending a knowing smile in your direction. Chris knows you love ice cream as it's one of your favorite treats, he was expecting to get some sort of reaction out of you but instead you just hum in agreement as your leg bounces on the edge of the chair. “Baby it’s going to be alright.” Chris says, resting his hand on your bouncing thigh. You look up at him giving him a weak smile before pushing off the chair.

“Thanks for breakfast Chris.” you tell him before heading back upstairs to your room. A frown forms on Chris’s face as he looks down at your plate. You had barely eaten a thing. Chris lets out a sigh before looking down at Dodger who whimpers out, laying his head down in his paws.

“I know buddy, I hope she’s going to be okay too.”

Before you know it Chris is leading your trembling form down one of the hallways in the hospital. Your eyes dart here and there trying to focus on the doctor's white lab coat in front of you as he leads you and Chris to a separate area of the hospital where more advanced blood tests are done. You can hear the doctor talking to Chris but in your anxiety induced state all you can make out is the mumbling of the two men’s voices. The doctor leads you into a room with a large reclining chair that Chris softly guides you to sit down in. Again there’s the muffled noise of the men’s voices but soon they stop as you hear the soft click of the door shutting.

“Hey baby,” Chris says, scooting the chair he was seated in next to you. “How ya feeling.” You look at him, eyes glossy and bottom lip wobbling. “Hey, it’s going to be okay Y/N. Remember what we talked about last night? You’re going to be okay but you have to believe in yourself.” You nod your head slightly. Soon the doctor arrives back with a nurse who explains how everything will work. You jerk at the cold antiseptic wipe she runs over your arm before she pulls out the needle. You know it's small but the thought of it scares you, making you let out a whimper that catches Chris’s attention.“She’s really nervous.” Chris tells the nurse. She looks back at you before speaking up.

“Would you like your boyfriend to hold your hand?” she asks. You shake your head vigorously as Chris lets out a chuckle, standing up and walking around to the other side of you. Your grip on his hand is tight as Chris continues to watch you observe all the vials that need to be filled. When the nurse is ready she instructs you to look at Chris so you don’t have to watch the blood leave your body. You let out a sharp breath as the needle is inserted into your arm, your eyes welling up with tears.

“You’re okay baby, you're doing great.” he comments as he rubs small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. In only a matter of minutes all the vials are filled and a bandaid is placed over your arm.

“We should know the results in about an hour. You can either stay here or go get something to eat while you’re waiting.” The nurse tells the two of you. Chris looks down at you giving you a smile before looking back up to the nurse.

“I think we’ll go have some lunch first.” The nurse gives you a smile and shakes Chris’s hand before walking the two of you out. “So what do you wanna do for lunch baby?” Chris asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Taco Bell?” you ask him.

As you and Chris munch away on your food he gets a phone call from the hospital informing that your results are ready and to come back whenever you're ready. You had been so calm during lunch, practically forgetting about the test results. You know when Chris stands up to throw out his garbage that it’s time to go and the anxiety returns. As you walk into the hospital Chris has his arm around you again.

“The scary part is done baby, they’re just going to go over the observations with us then we can go home.” You smile up at him as he pulls you a little closer to his form.

This time a nurse leads you to a different room with a long table and chairs on either side. Your doctor and a few other people are already in there when you and Chris arrive. They were all talking quietly but all went silent as you and Chris came in. The doctor comes over to shake your hand and then Chris’s before instructing you to sit. In front of you is a box of tissues, a small paper cup of water, and a plain manila folder. You look over to Chris as he rests a reassuring hand on your thigh. The doctors soon start talking but you quickly zone them out, their scientific words passing right over your head. You catch only chunks and phrases like ‘liver’, ‘weight loss’, ‘nausea’, and ‘loss of appetite’. You have no idea what this all means but when you look at Chris he seems to know and it's not good. Tears are silently running down his cheeks as his hand tries to wipe them away.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” you ask him as he chokes back a sob.

“Y/N, you have cancer.”

Cancer? How could you have cancer? You were healthy and completely fine two years ago. What has changed since then? When the two of you got home Chris finally stopped crying, he knew he needed to be strong for you. He also understood you had no idea what was going to happen to you. Chris motioned for you to come sit on his lap while he rested on the couch.

“Baby, do you know what's wrong?” he asked you, you shook your head no. Why had he been crying? You could get rid of cancer, and you were young and healthy, you would bounce back in no time, so why was Chris so upset over this? “Y/N, you have metastasis liver cancer. The doctors don’t know how you got it, or why you got it so young, but it started down here,” he tells you, pointing to your chest. “But it started to move and now it's up here,” he tells you, pointing to your head. “In your brain.”

“Can’t they get rid of it?” you ask him. Chris looks away from you for a beat, biting his cheek before looking back at you.

“No, they can’t. The chemo treatment would be too risky on your body and could kill you quicker than the cancer.”

“Will I die from this?” you ask Chris, tears now sliding down your cheeks as well as his.

“Yeah, baby. The doctors think you have around a year left.” Chris chokes on the last part as you bury your head into his chest. How could this be happening?

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