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delos-mio · 5 years

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Death of a Bachelor - Part 7

A/N: Lots to unpack here! Let’s chat about this chapter!

You had completely immersed yourself in your work. The deadline for the project you were working on for Delos was rapidly approaching and it was all hands on deck in the office. Admittedly, you’d been running a tight ship as of late, but you were determined to hand over a perfect project. All the long days and meetings and revisions were helping to keep your mind off the one thing that had been plaguing it- Logan. It was nearing the end of the week that he’d taken to go to Westworld with William and you were upset with how much you really missed him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were never even supposed to sleep with him. But despite your best efforts, you were falling for the billionaire playboy you had no business fucking around with.

Before he left, he told you that he had confessed to Juliet. This also had been occupying quite a bit of space in your mind. Though you spoke to your sister almost every day, you hadn’t mentioned seeing anyone and certainly that the guy you’d been seeing is well known and that you kind of work for him. You weren’t sure how she’d react which is mostly why you’d been avoiding the conversation all together. She’d pried a few times when she thought you sounded “off” or “distracted”, but you always had the convenient excuse of work.

One night when you came home, you decided it was finally time to face the music. You poured yourself a too-full glass of wine and took a deep breath, tapping open Facetime and waiting for Emily to pick up. Her smiling face popped into frame after only a couple rings, a thick coat of mud mask covering most of her features.

“Bad time?” you asked with a small laugh.

“Nah, you know I don’t care! You’ve seen me looking worse. What’s up?”

“Just catching up. How’s Elliot?” you asked, taking a long drink. Emily and Elliot, perfect matching names for the perfect couple. You adored him. You’d always been protective of your baby sister, but he treated her with respect and he made her happy. What more could you ask for, really?

“Good! I think he’s at the end of the rope with wedding planning, so I’ve been doing double-time with blowing—” she started casually.

“Ew, TMI. Please no,” you cut off.

“Don’t be such a prude.” Emily looked at her reflection in the mirror and wiped away a rogue clump of mask that was too close to her eye.

“What else have you been up to?” You were just postponing the arrival at the real reason you called. Any time you could buy was welcome.

“Not much. We hired a new girl in my department, so I’m on training duty. She’s really sweet though and I think she’s gonna fit in just fine. You know I’m always open to new friends!” And she really was. Emily had always been outgoing and bubbly. Making friends was second nature to her and you’d always envied that talent. You were sociable only because you had to be in your line of work. You turned it on to network and turned it off the minute you didn’t need to work.

“How about you? I feel like I haven’t heard from you in a few days,” she said as she wandered out of the bathroom to the kitchen island you’d stood around so many times laughing, crying, and drunkenly shoveling food into your faces.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Em. I’m working against a deadline for that Delos project and it’s been insane at the office.” That was true. It wasn’t the whole story, but it wasn’t a lie.

“Oh yeah. How’s that going? Hey! Do you get to see that hot guy who’s like the CEO or something a lot? His name’s like…Luke or Liam or…”

“Logan,” you cut her off with a dry chuckle. It’s like she had a sixth sense. “Mhmm. I see him a lot actually.”

“Ugh that must be so nice. A little eye candy during those boring ass meetings must be nice,” she laughed until she looked back at the screen, seeing your slightly contorted face. “No offence, I mean.”

“No, I know. It’s ok. But what I mean is…I see him a lot…like, not just for meetings a lot,” you said with a huge lump in your throat. Please don’t make me say it out loud you silently begged her.

“Oh,” she replied slowly, letting the information sink in. “Oh! Oh my god, is Logan your boyfriend?” she asked in a high pitch.

“No! I mean, no. He’s not, but…”

“But you’re fucking him?”

“I wasn’t going to put it like that but, yeah,” you groaned.

“You idiot! So the minute you decide you’re ready to finally date again you pick your boss?” she scoffed.

“I’ll remind you I’m my own boss, you brat.” Her point stood and you knew it, but you had to deflect in any way you could for your own sake.

“You know what I mean! Don’t deflect!” Busted. “Isn’t he like super sleazy and a dick?”

“That’s what the tabloids would have you believe, yeah.”

“So he’s not really like that?”

“Not entirely. He’s arrogant, sure, maybe a little reckless,” you started, “But he’s also very thoughtful and smart and charming and witty.” You couldn’t help the fondness in your voice. Talking about Logan openly wasn’t a luxury you usually had and now you found you couldn’t stop the words from flowing out of you.

“You really like him, huh?” Emily’s expression had softened as she watched you speak. “You haven’t talked about a guy like this since…”

“We don’t need to go there,” you interrupted quickly. It had been a long time since Theo left you and you’d gotten over it. But that also didn’t mean you wanted to discuss the pros and cons of choosing your career over love every fucking time this line of conversation came up. “But yeah, I think I’m really falling for him.” You groaned dramatically and took a long drink from your glass. “Why am I like this? Em, I can’t fall for him!”

“Well, you’re not going to work for Delos forever, right?” she suggested, raising a mask-caked eyebrow.

“You think I should bide my time?”

“I think if you really like this dude, you shouldn’t let something silly like working on one project for them stand in the way.” She was in the bathroom again, running the water in the sink. “I love you and I just want for you to be happy. And I haven’t seen your face light up like that in a long ass time.” Maybe she was right. “I’m gonna wash this shit off but I’ll call you this weekend, ok? I need you to look at some swatches with me.”

“Ok, Em. Love you,” you said with a small smile.

“Love you too!” She blew you a kiss before disconnecting the call.

A weight had been lifted off your chest. You felt free. Finally telling another living, breathing person about Logan had eased your anxiety tremendously. After your chat, however, you found yourself missing Logan even more. You couldn’t wait to see him and hold onto him as he kissed you hello. The thought made your heart constrict, longing to be with him again, but you reminded yourself there were only two more days. You could do two days easy.

It was the Tuesday after he should have been back. You of course didn’t expect him to get ahold of you the second he got back to the real world, but you also thought he maybe would have texted you by now. You tried not to let it bother you and gave Logan his space. But Tuesday turned into Wednesday which turned into the next Monday, a full week after Logan should have been home. You finally caved in and messaged him first.

Y: Hello? Earth to Logan?

That text sat unread for days. Any anger you’d felt had passed and you were starting to get worried. Why wasn’t he responding? Where on earth was he? If this were a normal circumstance, you would have asked Juliet if she knew where he was or if he was mad at you. Of course, you couldn’t. You still had to play like you and Logan were not a thing. As if reading your thoughts, your email chimed and there was a new message from William. So, William was home. That must mean Logan was too. Part one of the mystery solved, now to crack the other part of the case.

Good morning,

We will be holding a meeting tomorrow morning, 8am. I understand this is short notice, but we do require your attendance.

Best,

William

He knew good and goddamn well you were a busy woman. And since when did William send you emails? You were annoyed but still checked your calendar. Lucky for them, you were free tomorrow morning, though you weren’t happy about being summoned out of thin air like you had nothing else going on.

When you parked in the lot at Delos the next morning, you took a second to do a quick lap around the lane where all the executives park their cars. Logan’s Range Rover was nowhere to be found. Not a good sign, you thought to yourself. Though it was entirely possible he was just running late, that was not out of the question for him.

You sat anxiously in the boardroom you’d come to know well. The water you raised to your lips did nothing to help your dry throat. Finally, you saw William and Juliet round the corner and cross by the glass walls. No Logan. Your heart was racing, quick and fearful in your chest. When they entered, Juliet gave you a polite smile and William grinned at you a little too widely. Never before had he shown you so much emotion or really interacted with you directly.

“Glad you could make it. I know you’re awfully busy,” William sneered. Something was wrong.

“Not a problem,” you lied. “Will…will Logan be joining us?” you asked tentatively. The question felt odd to say out loud, but you assured yourself it wasn’t suspicious since he and Juliet had been in most frequent contact with you.

“No, I’m afraid not. Though, that is part of why I’ve asked you to come.” Something was wrong. “As of last week, I will be taking over Logan’s role at Delos and you will report all updates and proofs directly to me for approval.”

You wanted to throw up. You wanted to throw your drink in his face and storm out. You wanted to cry. Cry for Logan, for yourself- you were both fucked. “Congratulations,” was all you managed to choke out. It sounded mocking and you weren’t convinced it wasn’t.

“Thank you. My beautiful fiancé here has been catching me up and I have some concerns about what you’ve sent to us,” he said thoughtfully.

“Like what?” You were defensive but you really didn’t care anymore.

“The whole aesthetic of the thing. It just reeks of Logan. It’s tacky, honestly,” he smirked. The fucker.

“I have never had my work called tacky. And respectfully, I have been working on this campaign and submitting proofs to you approve for months. And they’ve been signed off on every time. So I’m sorry if I think it’s bullshit that I’m just hearing about this ‘concern’ now,” you scoffed. You looked to Juliet who was usually lively and involved in these kind of conversations. But she sat beside him, doing everything she could not to look at you.

“Yes, that was when Logan was in charge. And like I said, he’s not anymore.” William took a drink of his coffee before speaking again. “I need a revised campaign to my inbox by Friday at 3.”

“Oh fuck you!” It just kind of came out. “You know that’s not enough time to finish this huge project top to bottom!”

“You can either complete this and submit it by Friday at 3 or you can be released from your contract and forfeit all compensation.”

You rose from your seat and grabbed your bag. “Keep your money,” you spat.

You were almost to the foyer when you heard another set of heels clicking behind you. “Wait! Please, wait!” Juliet called after you.

“What?” you asked harshly, tears pooling in your eyes. “You really just let him talk to me like that! It’s humiliating.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said quietly, pulling you around the corner into her office, checking to make sure William wasn’t lurking. Now tears were threatening her eyes. “It’s Logan.” Your worst nightmare was coming true. If you thought you felt nauseous before, it was nothing compared to this moment. “I haven’t seen him since William got back. He’s not responding to any of my calls.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Your voice caught in your throat.

“You know why,” she said sincerely. You finally met her gaze and you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore. Logan had told you that he confessed to Juliet about the two of you. What you didn’t know was that Logan was being honest when he said Juliet was supportive. “He really cares about you. I’m sure he has a weird way of showing you sometimes, but I promise you he does. I’m hoping if you go to check on him you can find out what’s wrong.” Her bottom lip was quivering, making you want to start crying all over again.

“Ok,” you said softly, nodding your head. It filled you with dread, but you had to know he was safe. She let out a sigh of relief and abruptly took you into her arms, embracing you tightly as she let tears flow on your shoulder. Juliet’s body convulsed as you hugged her, doing what you could to calm her down. You suspected she wasn’t often afforded the opportunity to be vulnerable and emotional—Logan didn’t have that luxury either. “I’ll keep you updated, ok? Promise,” you said, taking her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.

“Thank you.” Her voice was a rasp as she ran her elegant, perfectly manicured fingers below her eyes, wiping away the stray tears. Juliet took a deep breath, shaking her own fears, and painting on a smile again. “Maybe I should stay in here a minute until it doesn’t look like I just took 30 bong rips, huh?” How did the Delos siblings have such an affinity for using humor to cover their bursts of emotions?

Your hands trembled the entire drive to Malibu. Gripping your steering wheel was near impossible with the convulsions. You had absolutely no idea what you’d be walking into, if anything. All you knew was you missed Logan like hell and now you were scared. Juliet looking so shaken had done nothing to calm the nerves you’d accumulated over the last nearly two weeks. God, had it really been almost two weeks? Something had to be wrong; you could feel it deep in your bones.

The house looked dark when you pulled up, shutting your car off but glued to your seat. Now that you were here, you couldn’t find the courage to knock. What if he wasn’t there? Worse, what if he didn’t want to see you? You steadied yourself with a few deep breaths, paying attention to the even beating of your heart. One last internal pep talk and you stepped out of your car, letting your heavy footsteps carry you to Logan’s front door. You rang the doorbell once and listened as it reverberated through his home. Then silence. You waited a moment before pounding your fist on the hard wood.

“Logan? Logan? It’s me,” you called. It was unlikely he could hear you, but you felt compelled to call for him. You needed to know he was ok. You banged your fist again and again, followed by more silence. Maybe he really wasn’t there. You let your head fall forward, resting your forehead against the door in resignation. “Logan,” you cried once more, mostly out of desperation.

Then you heard it. A shuffling of feet on hard wood floor. There was someone in the house.

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abrunettefangirlnerd · 6 years

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With Me

Request: Reader is hanging out with her friends where they take shots at her weight and her being single.

Part: ONE so far, making sequel definitely

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1375

Warning: None

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

You: I’m on my way.

Jess: Great timing! We are just getting back from Wal-Mart.

You pull into her driveway. Jess is moving into her new place, last night was her first night there alone. She said she had a hard time sleeping so you suggested that you two have a girls’ night. You walk into the empty living room with your backpack, pillows and blankets. The only thing in the room was a tv sitting on the floor.

Truth is, Jess doesn’t have a lot of money. Her mom will be moving into the place once her youngest graduates high school in six years. She basically owns the place and is letting Jess live there for the time being. The condo appears pretty empty with very few pieces of furniture. Her mom bought her a fridge and blinds. Her fiancé, Jacob, is going to buy her a bed with a frame, currently she’s sleeping on a blow up. And she’s getting a living room set from your grandparents in a week.

“Hey!” You shout, announcing your arrival.

“We’re in here!” Her fiancé shouts from the kitchen.

You drop your stuff off in her room and look at all the boxes of clothes you will most likely have to unpack. Maybe you should call up Chris. Your friends love him as Captain America, plus he would be great help on assembling her desk in the spare bedroom.

How you two met was kind of funny. You were in New York on a family vacation last summer with your family. While there you blended in really well. You dressed the part of a New Yorker and walked a few feet in front of your folks, who looked out of place, every time you all left the hotel.

As old people, your parents passed out after getting back to the room that afternoon. Your sister, Gracie, fell shortly behind. You, however, took this opportunity to go out in the city by yourself. Barely being 18 from a small town in Missouri, this idea doesn’t seem to be very smart. In fact, it doesn’t take long for some thief to steak your bag.

You chase after the man, not willing to go back to the room waiting for your father to give you a lecture. Your parents didn’t want any of you to go anywhere in New York without being in at least groups of two.

Suddenly you realized you aren’t the only one running after him. Another man, familiar almost, runs past you in pursuit of the thief. He grabs the thief by the back collar of his shirt and pulls, making him lose his balance. The man takes your purse and whispers something into the other guy’s ear before letting him go. Now recognizing the man who saved your purse, you meet in the middle of the side walk trying not to freak-out.

“Here you go.” Chris hands over your purse, slightly out of breath.

“Wow,” you say accepting what’s yours. “Captain America saved my purse.” You teased.

He lets out an uneasy laugh. Clearly he wasn’t planning on being recognized today, or any day for that matter. You assure him that you won’t go blabbing to anyone about him being in the city and offer to buy him some coffee.

“A girl has to repay her hero somehow.” You fake a dramatic damsel with an exaggerated blinking and hair flip.

“You always this dramatic?” He laughs, teasing you.

You shrug in response, “I prefer the term, eccentric.”

Ever since then you two became really good friends. Two years and a few months later, your friends got to learn about him being in your life. In truth, you were the one keeping it a secret. Not Chris, he wanted to meet your friends. You on the other hand, were afraid that he would end up liking them more than you. To them you are the mom who never does anything fun, and you were scared that they’d make him see that.

“You can’t keep me a secret forever (Y/N).” Chris says through your phone monitor. “We’ve been friends for months now.”

“You keep me a secret,” you smile. “How does this have to be a one way street?”

“That’s different and you know it.”

Which is true. Chris hasn’t gone around spouting to anyone about the strange girl he rescued a purse for. Any chance on a normal life you had would have been ruined in that one moment. You know he hasn’t even told his friends, they’ve never been good at keeping secrets.

“Hey Jess do you mind if I call Chris? He’ll be able to help put the desk together much faster.”

“Sure go ahead,” she rips open the box of new silverware. “But we all know it’s not just because of the desk.”

“Shut up.” You smile scrolling for his number.

The phone rings in your ear and your heartbeat matches in pace. Your feet stride across the living room waiting for him to answer. Literally you talk all the time, phone calls, texting, skyping. Anytime he’s in town, which is usually only to see you, you and him are always inseparable. Of course, overtime you began to fall for him. Began to fall hard, like can’t stop thinking about him hard.

“Hey (Y/N), miss me already?” His cocky charming voice beams in your ear.

“What? Never,” you tease. “But if YOU miss me, you could come over to Jess’s new place and help her unpack with me.”

“I’ll always miss you,” he says with a tone of seriousness. “I’ll be right over, send me the address.”

You hang up and do as you are told. A smile permanently plastered to your face as you re-enter the kitchen. While waiting for Chris to arrive you help them put up groceries and anything else they bought for her new living space.

“How badly is your bank account screaming right now?” You ask Jacob.

“It’s not, it’s passed out in terror.” You both laugh as Jess comes up behind him and playfully punches him in the back.

Not long after the doorbell rings. Eager, you race toward the door, but instead of finding Chris alone, you find him standing behind Sam and her boyfriend, Josh. You and Sam have known each other for almost 15 years, your relationship on and off depending on her mood. Josh has been Jacobs best friend since grade school, that obviously being the reason for his sudden arrival. Though honestly, Sam and Josh together are oddly a perfect fit.

“You didn’t tell us Captain was joining us this evening.” Josh jokes around.

You give a small sarcastic smile. “You didn’t tell me you were joining us this evening. I guess we’re even.”

The three enter the house. Sam and Josh are given the grand tour of Jess’s new place. You ask Chris if he wants to join them, but he says no and engulfs you a bear hug. Breathing him in, your nostrils fill with his sent and you find your heart swelling three times its size. Never wanting him to let you go, you tighten your hold on him and he does the same.

But something seems off. Chris isn’t being his overly annoying happy self like he was on the phone. What changed on his way over? You ask yourself.

Knowing this isn’t the time or place to ask, you direct him to the spare bedroom containing the desk placed safely in the packaged box. You both silently get to work.

Normally, one would think two people would have to talk to assemble something, but not you two. You know what the other one needs without words. Just looks. You hand him the drill and some screws for his side, he passes it on to you for yours. Both of you grab the same pieces, perfect harmony.

Though in this silence your mind stays preoccupied with what could be bothering Chris. Was it something you said or did? Does it have to do with work? Did the paparazzi stretch some insane story about him in the tabloids? Questions rattle in your head trying to make sense of everything. Chris, being Chris, catches on.

“Hey don’t worry.” He says. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“So you’re saying that everything isn’t fine now?” You’re right eyebrow rises.

Before he could respond the gang comes in with pizza celebrating the closet being fully stocked. Surprisingly they were able to fit all her clothes into that tiny closet. Her shoes, on the other hand, will have to be a task for another day. But none of that matters, the only thing coursing through your veins are the possibilities of what could be wrong with Chris.

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