summary: chris invites his new secret celebrity girlfriend to stay with him during quarantine.
warnings: age gap (the reader is 27)
word count: 357
a/n: none
It’s like you got superpowers Turn my minutes into hours You’ve got more than 20/20, babe Made of glass the way you see through me
You know me better than I do Can’t seem to keep nothing from you How you touch my soul from the outside Permeate my ego and my pride
I wanna love me (Ooh) The way that you love me (Ooh) Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I’d love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me (Trust me) The way that you trust me (Trust me) Ooh, ‘cause nobody ever Loved me like you do I’d love to see me from your point of view
I’m getting used to receiving Still getting good at not leaving I'ma love you even though I’m scared Learning to be grateful for myself
You love my lips, 'cause they say the Things we’ve always been afraid of I can feel it starting to subside Learning to believe in what is mine
I wanna love me (Ooh) The way that you love me (Ooh) Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I’d love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me (Trust me) The way that you trust me (Trust me) Ooh, 'cause nobody ever Loved me like you do I’d love to see me from your point of view
I couldn’t believe it Or see it for myself Know I be impatient But now, I’m out here falling, falling Frozen, slowly thawing Got me right I won’t keep you waiting, waiting All my baggage fading safely And if my eyes deceive me Won’t let them stray too far away
I wanna love me (Ooh) The way that you love me (Ooh) Ooh, for all of my pretty And all of my ugly too I’d love to see me from your point of view
I wanna trust me (Trust me) The way that you trust me, baby (Trust me) 'Cause nobody ever Loved me like you do I’d love to see me from your point of view Yeah
published: 05/01/2022
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positions: excuse me, i love you | chris evans | outtakes
chris evans x ari!female reader [series]
summary: chris invites his new secret celebrity girlfriend to stay with him during quarantine.
warnings: age gap (the reader is 27), emotions
word count: 698
a/n: none
December 21, 2020
(Y/N) (Y/L/N): Excuse Me, I Love You concert film was released on Netflix that day.
The film followed you on-stage and behind the scenes of the Sweetener World Tour in 2019.
The film was released today, on Netflix, in commemoration of the first anniversary of the tour’s conclusion.
Most of the concert scenes were shot during your show at The O2 Arena in London, England, United Kingdom.
The Evans family being in New York City for the holidays, wanted to watch the film.
You weren’t home when the family watched it. You didn’t want to watch it. You lived it and approved the final cut of the film. You didn’t feel the need to watch it.
You were out in the city trying to finish Christmas shopping. Chris and his family decided it would be the best time to watch the movie.
Everyone sat in the theatre room as the movie began to play. The whole family was enjoying the performances and seeing you behind the scenes doing what you do best and loved so much.
You have always been a hard-working and devoted person to your work, your art.
Everyone was impressed by what it takes and how concert tours and shows were developed.
Chris was tremendously proud of you and had so much pride that you were his girlfriend and, hopefully his future fiancée.
When raindrops fell down from the sky The day you left me, an angel cried Oh, she cried, an angel cried She cried
You sang acapella in the empty arena as you were rehearsing. You were sitting on stage on the floor in your sweats as you sang.
The emotions on your face were exhaustion, sadness, grief, and pain.
“What are you feeling right now? What’s going on?” The camera person questioned you.
“Being on tour brings different emotions to me. It is so bittersweet. On one side, I see the world. I see my fans. I go out there, and I perform with all of my heart and soul and do what I do best. However, on the other side, I miss my parents.” You started getting teary eyes.
“All I think about is that they should be here. They should be with me. They should be with me on this journey. They should be standing out in that crowd cheering me on.” Tears started slowly falling down your face.
“They never saw my music career begin and take off. They never saw any of this.” You wiped your tears as you stood up.
“I think about them all day and all night. I miss them a lot, and I love them always. They’re always on my mind and in my heart.”
Right now, I’m in a state of mind I wanna be in like all the time Ain’t got no tears left to cry
So I’m pickin’ it up, pickin’ it up I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up I’m pickin’ it up, pickin’ it up I’m lovin’, I’m livin’, I’m pickin’ it up (Oh, yeah)
I’m pickin’ it up (Yeah), pickin’ it up (Yeah) Lovin’, I’m livin’, so we turnin’ up Yeah, we turnin’ it up
Ain’t got no tears in my body I ran out, but boy, I like it, I like it, I like it Don’t matter how, what, where, who tries it We out here vibin’, we vibin’, we vibin’
At the end of the song, you looked up as you blew a kiss and pointed your finger above.
“I love you, mom and dad. Miss you always.” You spoke into your microphone.
The Evans family held their emotions as they watched those moments on the screen.
No one spoke as they knew that you tremendously missed your family and saw the pain you were going through every day.
Later that night, you and Chris were lying down in bed. You were asleep, lying on Chris’s chest.
The whole family expressed how much they loved the film and your performances.
No one talked about the scene where you were talking about your parents.
Chris kissed you softly on your forehead.
“I love you so much. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
published: 04/28/2022
I know that it has been a long time since I have updated this series! I’m so sorry that it has taken me this long! I hope you all enjoy this first outtake for the position series. I plan on publishing more outtakes and finally publishing the sequel to the positions series. I have tagged the people who I had tagged on the last chapter. If you want to be tagged for the positions series please let me know! Thank you all so much for the love and support!
I giggled as Chris sponged kisses across my lips and cheeks, hands squeezing my hips as he pulled the covers over our bodies. I peered over to Dodger who scowled back at me from the dog bed.
“He’s glaring again.” I laughed.
“You’re in his spot.” Chris smiled back as he looked over at the small dog.
“I’m surprised you don’t make me sleep on the dogs bed when I stay.” I joked as I looped my arms around his neck.
“Well, that was the original plan,” he winked. “But Dodge and I spoke and agreed that since you’re only here two nights a week, you could sleep on the bed.”
I giggled. “Well thanks boys, I appreciate it.”
Chris stared down at me for a moment, smile fading slowly. “I hate it when you’re not here.”
I stroked over his cheeks. “Me too honey,”
“The house feels empty.” He noted with a deep hum.
“If I could I’d stay here all the time,” I reassured with a smile.
Chris faltered for a moment. “Well…you could…if you wanted.”
I frowned. “But what about my place?”
“You could move out, you’re lease is up for renewal next month…” he sat up and I followed after him.
“Are you…you want me…” I stumbled over my words.
Chris began to worry. “Oh god I’ve said too much, ignore me!”
He scrambled out of bed. “Chris, wait!”
I hurried after him as he jogged downstairs to the kitchen, where I followed closely behind him. “It’s dumb, I know, we’ve only been dating a few months and I’ve asked too much, who knows if you even like me that much I mean, the public only just found out we’re together so to them we’re moving really quick and-“
“Chris!” I stopped his rambling as he breathed deeply.
“Yeah?” He winced.
“Of course I’ll move in.” His face dropped but then turned into the brightest smile I’d seen.
“Really?” He inched towards me.
“Yes, really.” I squeaked as he lifted me up and spun around, Dodger bouncing at our feet.
“You mean I get to see you every day?” He beamed up at me.”
“If you can bear it.” I teased.
He placed me down and smiled. “I’m just mesmerised by you.”
I blushed and leant up to kiss his lips. “Ditto.”
He went into the kitchen and started babbling again. “We can redecorate if you want, I know you’re place is a lot more green than mine. But if you want your bed and things we can swap mine for yours, and put mine in the spare room. Oh! And I thought all your plants would look great around the living room and…”
I sat at the table and watched him make coffee, and I couldn’t help the joy that swam through my veins and as I listened to him talk about us.
Chris sat on the floor, small girl stood between his splayed legs, letting her essentially colour in his face. I was handing her make up from the small pouch on my lap, I felt oddly like a nurse handing a surgeon tools to carry out the job. Chris fiddled with his fingers nervously as she gave the finishing touches before stepping back.
“Okay, done.” She proudly turned to me with a wide smile.
I struggled to hold in my laughter.
Chris blinked his blue and pink glittering eyes open and nervously offered me a smile in red. His cheeks had never been so pink, a thick layer of blush on his apples. His eyebrows were a shade or two darker and his cheekbones were cut in with heavy contour.
“You did so good.” I praised the girl who handed Chris a mirror.
His eyes widened as he stared at his reflection. “Do you like it?” She asked.
“I love it.” He said. “Thank you.”
My phone pinged as her mother’s name popped up, letting me know she was five minutes away. Packing up the little girls belongings, Chris hurried into the bathroom before Sophie could see what her daughter had done.
“Thanks for taking care of her.” She warmly smiled as her daughter curled around her leg. “Where’s Chris?”
“Your daughter may have turned him into a Drag Queen.”
Sophie laughed. “She has a habit of doing that with her dad too.”
Once they left I slunk through the house looking for Chris, discovering him in the bathroom with a wet wash cloth desperately scrubbing his face.
“It’s not coming off.” He panicked.
I took the cloth from his hand and quickly soaked a reusable make up pad with make up-remover and tilted his head down to me.
“Let me.” I softly swiped the abomination off his face and had him back to his usual handsome self in no time. “Pink is definitely you’re colour.”
“Shut up.” He chuckled.
I looped my arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I like watching you with her.”
“Oh yeah?” He cocked a brow. “Why?”
I shrugged and kissed him again. “You’re good with children.”
His hands squeezed my hips as he drew my body flush against his. “Careful now, you’re sounding like you want one.”
“Maybe I do.” I looked into his eyes. “What would you say?”
“I’d say I want one too.” He hummed lowly. “I’d say maybe we should make one now.”
Chris bit down on my neck hard which caused a high pitched whine to escape my lips. He simply thrust into me harder and nibbled on my ear.
“Shut up,” he growled. “You love it when I’m mean.”
I looped my arms around his neck and pouted up at him. “I do, I love it.”
“Whining like a little slut all day,” he groaned. “Fucking desperate for my cock.”
“I am!” I moaned, hands tugging his hair harshly.
Chris squeezed my hips painfullly hard. “Just using me, aren’t you baby? For my cock and money.”
I whimpered and shook my head. “No, no!”
“No?” He darkly chuckled, pressing my legs further into the bed. “Yes you are, ask for that car you want baby, go on.”
I whimpered and shook my head, huffing as he still inside of me. “Please…” I pawed at his chest.
“Won’t fuck you until you ask for that car, and that dress you keep looking at.” He teased with a smirk. “Go on baby, beg me for it.”
My hands cupped his cheeks as a blush crept up my neck. “Please Daddy, I want that car and a pretty dress to wear in it.”
He groaned as his hips snapped. “Yeah? Daddy’ll get it for you, what else?”
“A h-house.” I whimpered as he picked up his pace.
“This one not big enough?” He choked.
I shook my head. “No!”
“Such a little fucking brat,” he moaned. “I’ll get you a house baby, if you promise to fill it with children.”
“I will.” I promised with a kiss to his lips. “I’ll fill it with however many you want.”
“Gonna cum in you baby,” his hips stuttered. “Gonna fill you up.”
Our eyes peered into each other’s. “Please Daddy, I want it.”
His head dropped to rest against mine as he pressed his hips into mine and spilled his load. His hips thrust a few times, head burying into my neck and softly sighing against my hot skin. He pulled back and pressed a searing kiss to my lips.
“I’ll get you that car, and the dress.” He concluded.
I giggled and hugged him tightly. “I don’t want them.”
I watched as Chris made another joke which made the red head laugh far too loudly and place her hand on his thigh. His brows knitted into a frown as he looked down at where she was touching him before subtly moving his leg out of reach. Chris’ eyes searched the room until he found me and he seemed to breath a sigh of relief as he smiled.
I watched as he excused himself and quickly came to sit next to me on the sofa. The music was quiet and smooth as people stood all around us, the red head glaring as Chris gave me all his attention.
“She’s having fun.” I noted, folding my arms.
“Oh come on,” he coaxed my face to look at his. “Don’t pout like that.”
“What joke did you say?” I asked.
“The one about the ketchup and salad dressing.” He hummed back, hand stroking over the soft skin of my cheek before running through my hair.
“That’s not even a funny one.” I grumbled back.
“Someone’s bitter.” He playfully winked, lips dipping down to brush against my ear. “Don’t worry, she’s nothing compared to you.”
I couldn’t help the blush that was creeping up my neck. “I still don’t like her eyes on you.” I confessed as I caught her peering behind someone she was talking to, eyes closely looking at Chris.
He looked over his shoulder and softly chuckled, turning back to me. “No interest what so ever.”
“I’m very suspicious that everyone who sees you, wants you.” I looked at him through my lashes.
His face softened for a moment. “I’ve never felt more paranoid than next to you, because you don’t even realise how many people would kill me to have you.”
I rolled my eyes. “No way.”
“Yes way.”
I giggled. “I’m not entirely sure how I tricked you.”
Chris shuffled closer to me, both hands grasping my cheeks and looking deeply into my face. “I’d let you ruin me…I want you to ruin me.”
I furrowed my brows. “I love you.”
“Do you mean it?” He warily asked.
“Of course.” I sighed.
“I love you,” he kissed me. “I adore you, and I’ll worship you until the end of my days.”
I let out a deep breath as I felt an arm loop around my waist and pull me closer to a warm body. I shuffled a little, snuggling back down into the pillows, but a low groan pulled me away from sleep. I wiggled again and jumped when Chris pinched my hip.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.” His voice heavy from sleep, warning me.
“I could finish it.” I hummed back.
I gasped as Chris rolled his hips against my behind. “We both know I’d be the one to finish it.”
I shuffled in his hold to face him. His eyes were closed but fluttered open to peer at me. I softly and innocently smiled before trailing my hand down his chest to where he lay, half-hard. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as I wrapped my hand around him.
“Really?” I pecked his lips once.
His hand came to softly run over my cheek before tightly gripping my jaw, fingers sinking into my skin as I let out a small squeak.
“Be good and finish me then.” He sighed.
I did as I was told and set to work. I brought my palm to my mouth, laying my tongue flat and licking up. Chris eyed me carefully, watching my movements as I wiggled my hand beneath the covers. I teased him, running my fingers absentmindedly around his abdomen, brushing around the small amount of hair that grew there.
“What were you dreaming about?” I whispered. Chris grip on my jaw had slackened and now his fingers explored the features of my face, focussing on my bottom lip.
“You,” he hummed, letting out a small moan as I wrapped my hand around him. “Always of you.”
“Me?” I giggled innocently, slowly teasing his tip with my thumb. “What about me?”
“Those tits.” He firmly stated before pawing at my chest.
I gasped and accidentally squeezed him too hard, causing his forehead to rest against mine. “Easy, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.” I bashfully said, muling as he pinched my nipples.
“Keep going.” He encouraged.
I began to slowly flick my wrist, feeling over the smooth and silky skin of his shaft. I could feel his pulse on the sizeable vein that ran up his underside. As I moved back down my index finger bumped against his thigh, Chris jumped a little.
“Tell me what you dreamt about me.” I requested, my sentence ending with a breathy moan as Chris continued to assault my chest.
“Spreading you out baby,” he strained. “Making you moan the pretty way you do.”
A deep groan left his lips as I squeezed him softly, stroking tightly and flicking my wrist faster.
“Which hole?” His eyes rolled back at my question, fingers tightening around my nipple causing me to whine in slight pain.
His forehead left mine and eyes looked down at my bare body. “Such a filthy mouth and mind,” he said. “Any hole baby, I don’t care.”
His head dipped to my chest where he took my nipple in his mouth and harshly sucked, teeth grazing before clamping on the already tender skin. One thing I had discovered about Chris is that the media was wrong, he wasn’t an ass man, he was mesmerised by tits. Frankly, he struggled to keep his hands off me.
“That hurts.” I pathetically hummed as I pulled away from him a little.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he cooed as he pressed a kiss to my lips. “I just wanted to taste you.”
I kissed him back feverishly as he moaned into my mouth. “Does my hand feel good?” I mumbled against his lips.
“I’m gonna cum.” He quickly said. “Fucking hell, those words and your hand alone…”
“Please, Chris…I want to make you feel good.” I moaned.
His hips stuttered, thrusting against my palm. His head tilted back a little, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly agape as breathy moans tumbled past his lips. His hand under the pillow clamped around the material, his other squeezing my hip until I’m sure it left bruises.
He emptied onto my bare thigh, warm and wet against my skin. Once he’d come back down from his high, he tugged me closer to his body.
“Good girl.” He sighed into my neck. His hand carefully went to inspect my breast, running over the bruise that was already forming. “Sorry.”
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck and weaved my hands into his messy hair. “It’s alright.” I excused.
Chris hated watching people get ready for bed. He found it the most off putting, unsexy thing he’d ever witnessed and found this with every person he’d been with. It didn’t matter; a girlfriend, Scott, his mother - whoever, he found it awful.
Until he met her.
Staying round a partners house for the first time is always awkward, showing the most honest and vulnerable part of yourself by how you acted in the private of your home was something to be marvelled by. Chris had spent the whole evening anticipating the dreaded nightly routine, and when that time rolled around, he sat patiently in bed waiting for the moment to be over.
But he found himself mesmerised.
It started with her stripping from her lounge clothes, shrugging on an oversized hand tee which she explained had been from her student days of cheap concerts and even cheaper drinks. She was practically swimming in it and Chris found himself wanting to see her in his clothes.
She chatted mindlessly about work and other things as she gently removed the make up from her face with a cotton pad and some sort of water - micellar water she later said - before moving to the bathroom.
He could see her through the mirror, the bathroom only small. She washed her face, covered in foam and she drew a small heart on her cheek before washing it off. She hummed as she brushed her teeth, holding her hair back as she spat into the sink.
She walked back into the bedroom and sat at the small desk with a mirror on it, the space cluttered in make up and lotions. Again, Chris watched her through the mirror.
She inspected her face momentarily before applying a healthy amount of eye cream. She pat it dry before picking up a bottle of liquid - serum as she later explained - and squeezed droplets onto her face. Again, she pat it in. Finally, she spread a small amount of face cream into her fingers before gently rubbing it into her skin, dragging the excess down her neck.
Lastly, she brushed her hair. She braided it down her back and secured it with a blue hair band before turning to Chris and smiling. She added lip balm before hopping into bed along side him.
“What’s wrong?” She frowned.
Chris shrugged. “Nothing - just like watching you.”
She’d changed many things about him, but that one he truly wasn’t expecting.
“This is Chris and Scott in the bath.” Lisa cooed as she passed the photo over to me.
I peered down at the photo and desperately tried to suppress my laugh. “They were very cute.”
“Oh! Here’s Chris right after we told him we were moving to London-“
“Okay, that’s enough.” Chris snatched the photo of him crying hysterically and shoved it deep within the box of photos Lisa had brought over.
I laughed loudly as he blushed with embarrassment. “But I want to see!” I attempted to grab the box but he held it high above his head.
Lisa stood, shaking her head, and gathered the box from her sons hand. “I should go, getting dark.” A swift kiss on both our cheeks, she was out the door.
“That was amazing.” I sighed with a giggle.
“It’s isn’t fair your parents live on the other side of the world,” Chris grumbled as he collapsed onto the sofa. “I hardly ever see your baby photos.”
“I was a very cute baby, if I do say so.” I sat beside him. “But wow…the bead necklace? You were cool.”
“It was a different time.” Chris whined as he buried his head into my neck.
I chuckled again and kissed his forehead. “I’m sure you were the pinnacle of fashion.”
He snorted and stood. “Can’t believe your harassing me in this way.”
That sparked an idea in my head. The next month I spent gathering things to pull my prank, and I finally had it all together. I slipped on a dark blue denim shirt, pulled on my wig which I’d cut neatly into a bowl cut and swiftly looped the beaded necklace around my neck.
I looked just like him, at least when he was twelve.
I walked out into the kitchen where Chris was cooking one of his famous Sunday brunches. His head cocked once I heard my footsteps padding against the floor.
“Don’t turn around!” I quickly said. “I’ve put on something…very sexy for you.”
“What?” Chris’ interest considerably peaked.
“I’ve been putting this little number together for a few weeks now,” I teased. “And I think you’ll find me irresistible.”
“Let me see, baby.” His deep voice rumbled out.
“Close your eyes and turn around.” He did as he was told. “Open.”
“Maybe we should - oh for fucks sake.”
I spread my arms wide and laughed. “Ta-da! I’m you!”
His head was thrown back as he deeply laughed, eyes casting to me after a moment. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“You don’t like it?” I spun around.
“I hate it.” He laughed. “Why? Why do you do this? How much effort did this take?”
“Cos it’s fun and too much.” I smoothed over the shirt.
“Take it off, now.”
“Are you joking? I need to recreate your school photos.”
“Not an inch over what you’ve asked.” Chris winked at me through the mirror. “Come on baby, I did Scott’s just last week.”
“That was shaving Christopher, this is styling.” I noted with emphasis. “Just don’t get scissor happy.”
“Yes, okay, now be quiet, I need to work.” He dramatically feigned.
He concentrated awfully hard, snipping away here and there. Lockdown had got to our household quickly, Scott and Chris shaving each other’s heads last week. My hair became long and unmanageable and Chris said he’d cut it.
Looking at myself now, I regret it.
“It’s not that bad.” Scott winced. “It’s very…french.”
I cried into the mirror as Chris sheepishly looked at me. “I have a bob, a wonky bob!” I wailed.
“I could even it-“
“You aren’t coming bloody near me!” I snapped as Chris attempted to correct his mistake.
“I’m an actor, what do you expect!”
“So this is my fault now?”
“It’ll grow back.” Scott interrupted our little argument with a promised.
I wiped my tears. “I hate you boys.”
They both sniggered at each other. I really did hate them.
Chris peered down at me with the same glint in his eye I’d seen so many times, watching me closely as my chest heaved up and down. He was close, chest bumping against mine, hand reaching out to graze against my knuckles.
“You’ve chosen him?” He lowly asked.
“I…that’s not…” I fumbled over my words as my eyes drifted to his lips.
“You just said we needed to end our little affair.” He said. “That’s choosing him, no?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then what is it?” His hands took mine, bringing them up to plant on his chest.
His hands squeezed my hips, slowly inching my skirt up so he could nuzzle his fingers against my warm flesh.
“I met him first.” I weakly excused.
“But you fell for me first.” Before I could utter a word back, Chris pressed a hasty kiss to my lips.
I melted into him and wrapped my arms around his neck, flushing my body against his. His hands squeezed the skin on my hips before skimming round to grab my behind. I opened my mouth to gasp which was swallowed by Chris’ tongue.
He easily won control as he pushed me backwards until my calves hit the frame of the bed. A squeak left my lips as Chris pushed me back, a small chuckle leaving his lips as I wide-eyed peered to at him.
“You can still leave.” He taunted as he crawled up my body, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips.
“No.” I quickly huffed as I weaved my fingers into his hair.
Chris bit his lip, I could see his mind thinking. “I won’t touch you till you say you love me,” he bargained. “Won’t fuck you till you say you’ll leave him.”
“Chris.” I whined, bucking my hips to gain any sort of friction.
His hands soothed over my hair and he smiled down at me. “Forcing your hand, Princess, I know you want me.”
“But-“
“Admit it.” He interrupted. “I can see it in your eyes, say it.”
I twisted beneath him, letting out a low, frustrated sigh before settling my eyes on him. He cocked a brow, challenging me.
He was right, he always was. It was his best and worst quality.
“I love you,” I hummed, keeping eye contact. “And I’ll leave him.”
Chris offered me a wide smile. “That’s my girl.”
I practically glowed at his praise, smiling warmly as his head went to the crook of my neck and began to gently assault the skin with nips of his teeth. I muled, giggling a little as Chris rutted his hips against mine. His hands inched my skirt up to bunch around my waist, fingers toying with the small bow on my underwear.
“No lace?” Usually I dressed up when I came round. “You really were going to end things?”
I nodded. “I was.”
“But I said otherwise.” He growled as he slowly crawled back down my body, pressing an absentminded kiss to the bow.
I whimpered. “I’m glad.” I confessed.
“Me too.” Was the last thing he said before he pushed my underwear to the side and delved his tongue into me.
Another growl escaped his lips as he finally tasted me, and he licked like a man starved. I bucked my hips and grasped his hair tightly, rocking gently in rhythm with his tongue. His strong hands forced my thighs apart, painfully pushing them to the bed.
When he finally resurfaced, his beard was glistening with me and when pressed his lips to mine, I could taste myself. I moaned and prolonged the kiss by grabbing the back of his neck, causing a chuckle to escape his lips.
“Why did you want to end things now?” Chris asked as he pulled himself from his jeans, stroking gently as he looked for my answer.
“He asked me to marry him.”
Chris stopped his actions with a deep frown. “You said yes?” I nodded. “Why?”
“I thought I was supposed to,” I whispered. “But…”
“But what?” He pressed.
“But I found myself wishing it was you on one knee.” As I finished my sentence he eased into me, causing a breathy moan to escape my lips.
“I would,” he strained as he bottomed out. “I’d ask you a million times with a million rings.”
“Really?” I gasped as Chris began to rock his hips at a steady pace.
“Yes Princess, if it meant I could have all of you and not some.” His forehead pressed against mine as he deeply groaned. “So fucking tight…”
I whimpered as he harshly snapped his hips. “You already have all of me.”
“What would you say?” He asked.
“Yes!” I cried as the tips of his fingers rubbed my bundle of nerves.
“Yes to me or because I’m going to make you cum?” He asked with an evil smirk.
“Both!” I screamed as I came undone around him, arching my back and pushing my head into the mattress. I saw stars as I drew my thighs up, arms outstretched beside me as I fisted the bedsheets.
I relaxed my body and gazed up at him. “You’re a vision.” He lovingly breathed.
“Please…” I begged as my hands softly stroked over his beard.
Chris wound his eyes tightly shut and bit down on his lip, a long groan escaping his throat as his hips stilled and he emptied into me. His mouth fell open, hot breaths fanning over me as he thrust a few more times before collapsing onto me, resting his weight on his forearms beside me.
I led on the sofa, utterly miserable, softly running my hand over my protruding belly. Dodger lay peacefully beside me as Chris banged around the house, doing whatever he does when the mid-day blues hit him. Finally he came to join me, pressing a kiss to his unborn child first before pressing a kiss to me.
“Hi, honey.” He smiled. I folded my arms and turned away from him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m miserable.” I huffed.
“Why?” Chris sat up a little and coaxed my head to look at him.
“I want this baby out of me.” I sighed. “I’m bored of being pregnant.”
“I know, but only a couple more weeks and then you’ll be back to normal.” He kindly reassured.
I scoffed. “Normal? My vagina is going to be a wreck, a bloody wreck Christopher.”
He pursed his lips. “Your vagina will be beautiful as it always is.”
“Oh yeah? How come you won’t watch birthing videos with me then?” I challenged with a cocked brow.
Chris faltered for a moment. “Look, I’ll happily watch you give birth but no way am I seeing a women I’ll never know scream in agony for hours on end.”
“You aren’t making me feel better.” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry, honey, but-“
“This is all your fault anyway.” I accused half-heatedly.
He frowned. “How?”
“You and your penis, impregnating me.” I snapped. “If you learnt to keep it in your pants, we wouldn’t be here.”
“I seem to remember you begging me for a baby.” He noted back with a sly smirk. “What was it? Daddy please fuck me till I’m pre-“
I scrambled to clamp my hand over his mouth as Chris chuckled. “That’s not fair.”
He grasped my wrist and pressed a kiss to the back of my hand. “Well get used to it, we’ve got at least two more to make.”
I sighed and slumped back into the sofa. “Can you carry them next time?”
Chris laughed and stood, stooping down to press a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll get a womb transplant for you.” He promised.
“And who said we had no charm in our relationship?”
Chris snorted and wiggled the razor in his hand. “And?”
I whined. “Don’t shave, you look so good with a beard.”
He chuckled and walked over to the bed, hand running up my bare leg and squeezing my thigh absentmindedly.
“Come on, it’s getting long and I want it gone.” I pouted my lips as Chris hauled me off the bed and threw me over his shoulder.
I squeaked as he slapped my behind which had become exposed as the large shirt I wore rose up. “Fine, but you’re making dinner tonight as punishment.”
“Done and done.” He planted me on the floor outside our bathroom before heading in.
I followed closely behind him. “Bum, loo, now.” I bossily ordered, to which Chris happily obliged.
I ran the water, grabbed the shaving foam, took the razor from Chris and found a fluffy towel before turning to him.
“The trust you have in my is impressive.” I noted as I lathered his jaw with foam.
“Now you’re making me nervous.” He joked.
I concentrated hard and as a result conversation lagged. Chris’ hands continued to squeeze over my bare legs and hips as I worked, finding entertainment in my constant batting away.
“Lip.” He tucked in his top lip as I easily removed the hair. “Chin.” He did the same for his bottom lip.
I wiped away the excess foam from his face and looked down at him. “And?” He asked, wiggling his brows.
I scrunched my nose. “It isn’t fair you always look good.”
“Aw, thanks honey.” I giggled as he stood and wrapped his arms around me, leaning most of his weight onto me as I stumbled back with a shout.
“Want me to do your back?” I joked.
“We aren’t there yet.” He laughed. “We definitely need to get to the asshole stage first.”
I shoved him off. “Christopher that’s disgusting!” I laughed.
“I should shave your legs.” He hummed, once again feeling over my thighs.
I sat on the loo and held my legs up high. “Shave me.”
I led under the tree with a book in hand, lazily reading over the pages. My legs stuck out into the sun in hopes of gaining some colour whilst the top half of me was in the cool shade. Dodger had long abandoned me for his bed inside, his thick fur struggling in the Boston summer. I’d heard him bark a few times and I suspected Chris was home, but I opted to let him discover my relaxed position.
Almost on que, he came swaggering into the back garden. He wore a loose fitting t shirt and shorts, bare feet padding across the grass as Dodger happily bounded beside him. Shades covered his pale blue eyes but I could see him eyeing my exposed frame, the skirt of my dress pushed up my thighs.
“Hello Doll.” Chris rumbled out as he peered down at me.
I peeped over the rim of my book before teasingly pulling it to cover my face, suppressing my giggle by biting my lip.
“Ignoring me?” He mocked hurt.
Once again I made no effort to speak, not even nudging the book from my face as I pretended to read.
“Let’s see how long this lasts.” He hummed before moving to lay down, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me.
His hand ran over the hot skin of my thigh and I somehow kept my composure, not moving a muscle as he drew lazy circles into the skin. Raising his brows at my lack of reaction, he pinched the skin.
“Impressive.” He muttered when I again didn’t respond.
Quickly, he shuffled down my thighs, resting on his stomach. My grip on the book tightened as I fought with myself to keep my cool. Chris hooked his arms around my thighs and tugged me closer so his head was resting between my splayed legs.
His beard scratched against my skin as he pressed absentminded kisses along my thigh, his sunglasses slipping down his nose slightly which allowed me a glimpse at his soft eyes.
“Nothing?” He questioned, being met with my silence still.
I jumped as he bumped his nose against my clothes core, smirking a little as he finally received some sort of acknowledgment he was here. Slowly and teasingly his fingers looping around the band of my underwear and pulled them down my legs, throwing to haphazardly to the right of us.
“Not even a whimper?” He chuckled as he kissed the apex of my thigh.
He sponged kisses teasingly over me, ever so gently grazing his tongue over the flushed skin. I bucked my hips once again, knuckles turning white around the edges of my book. Chris quickly pressed his forearm against my stomach.
“Gotta ask for it,” he said. “Gotta ask to have my tongue.”
I prayed our neighbours weren’t in their gardens. “Chris…” I softly whined, closing the book and throwing it with my underwear.
“There she is.” He mused. “Come on, ask.”
“Please!” My hands delved into his hair as he nudged his sunglasses further up his nose.
“Be good.” He hummed with a smirk.
“Please taste me.” I pathetically whimpered.
“With pleasure.” He uttered before finally moving forward.
He licked a bold stripe up my centre, moaning lowly as I let out a breathy whine. His fingers moved to spread my open, tongue zigzagging up until he reached my bundle of nerves. Swiping to and fro, his tongue softened to lap against me.
Lips closing around my small bud and softly sucked, I couldn’t control the quiet moans that tumbled past my lips as my back arched off the grass.
I jumped as Dodger began to lick my face. “Get off!” I shoved the pooch away who sulked off into the house. Chris couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest. “You’ve stopped.”
“Sorry Ma’am.” He winked back.
His lips wrapped back around my clit as he ruthlessly sucked, tugging the bud gently between his lips before letting it go. One hand held me open as his other teased my entrance with his thick fingers, easing gently in.
He pumped a few times before adding another. Chris pulled back to admire his work, thumb swirling against my clit. His sunglasses had fallen down again and I witnessed the mischievous glint in his eye.
“Taste so sweet,” he mused. “Like candy.”
“Chris, I’m…please…” I babbled as my back once against arched.
“Gonna cum?” He asked as he curled his fingers.
I fisted the grass beside me. “Yes! There, there!” I implored.
Chris dove in without another word and mercilessly flicked his tongue rapidly against my bud. His fingers carried on stroking me as his tongue easily worked the bundle of nerves which grew more and more sensitive by the second.
I was seeing stars as I lengthy moan left my lips, Chris humming against me as I came. He licked at me lazily before kissing up my body, resting his face above mine.
I was flushed a deep red as I peered up at him. “Stopped ignoring me?”
“Everyone turn to page sixty-three, I want you to read is and then discuss with the person next to you the implications of this event on the US Congress.” I spoke to the class of groaning teenagers and the sound of pages fluttering against each other filled the room.
I turned to see Max, a notorious troublemaker, with his hand raised and a smirk on his lips. “Mrs?”
“Yes.” I smiled through my pain.
“What’s that on your neck?” The whole class giggled as I quickly covered the hicky with my hair, which had blown my cover.
“A bruise.” I said. “But I don’t think that question is on the page in front of you.”
“It’s a hicky.” He accused as he shoved his friend next to him.
I rolled my eyes. “You can either work in here quietly, or out in the snow quietly, where would you like to go?”
Max grumbled but stayed put. The rest of the day I spent covering my neck with my hair out of pure anxiety someone would notice. On the way home, I could almost cry out of embarrassment but willed away the tears.
Walking into our house, I quickly found Chris in the sofa, Dodger cuddled into his chest as they watched some obscure documentary on Rasputin.
“Rasputin had an eleven inch-“
I shut off the telly. “Hello, how was your day?” Chris stood, the small pooch sliding off him, as he began to approach me.
“I’m mad at you.” I quickly concluded with folded arms.
Chris’ brows furrowed. “What did I do?”
I moved my hair and showed him the deep purple hicky on my neck. “This!”
He stiffled his laughter. “I seem to remember you enjoying that.”
“I don’t enjoy one of my students pointing it out in front of a class of thirty hormonal teenagers.” I huffed.
Chris burst out laughting and tugged me into his chest. “I’m sorry honey, I get carried away.”
“I know you do.” I mumbled into his chest as I looped my arms around his waist. “I like them, but just leave them somewhere else.”
I giggled as Chris leant down to nibble on the lobe of my ear. “Get to the bedroom now and we can experiment on where best I can mark you.” He growled.
Chris’ hand was tightly held over my mouth, my wide eyes peering up at him as his rolled to the back of his head. His hips snapped at a ruthless pace, the moonlight streaming in through the open window which allowed me a good look at the man in heaven above me.
“Gotta be quiet,” he groaned. “Don’t want Scott hearing you whine like a fucking slut.”
I shook my head in response, mewling at his words and arching my back. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.
“So fucking tight.” He quietly swore, dropping down onto his forearm and caging me in. “Look at you, so good for me.”
His hand fell away from my mouth and the moan I was about to let out was swallowed by his kiss. His teeth scraped over my bottom lip and gently tugged the swollen skin, hands soothing over my hair.
“Please, please,” I whispered against his lips breathlessly.
“It’s okay baby, I got you.” He reassured as he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, heavy pants fanning over my hot skin.
His hips had slowed slightly, the pace now calm as he eased in and out of me. His hands continued to soothingly stroke over my hair, fingers becoming entangled in the curls which enticed a small giggle from my lips.
Chris peered down at me with a lopsided grin, rosy cheeks resting under his long eyelashes. His eyes seemed to sparkle as the mood changed from hot and heavy, to sweet and slow.
“So beautiful.” He mumbled, thumb running over my cheek. “All mine.”
“A-All yours.” I smiled back, running my hands over his chest and base of his neck.
He quickly gathered my wrists in his large hand and gently raised them above my head, stretching my body a little. His eyes peered down to where we were intimate and flicked his gaze to meet mine.
“Such a sweet thing.” He moaned as he squeezed my wrists tightly, causing a small whimper to escape my lips. “Am I hurting you baby?”
“No.” I whispered back.
“No?” His hips snapped. “Kinda want to honey, want you to feel me tomorrow.”
“I-I will, I always do.” I confessed with a gasp.
“Yeah?” His pace began to pick up as the familiar bubbling began to bloom in my stomach. “My cock too big for this little cunt?”
I nodded and whined again. “So big.”
“Gonna cum? Can feel you squeezing me.” He groaned, one hand falling between us and rubbing tight circles into my bundle of nerves.
“Yes!” I quietly gasped, bucking my hips against his hand. “There, there!”
“Please honey, give me what’s mine.” He darkly whispered into my ear.
I saw stars as he tipped me over the edge. My hands flexed against his fingers, which were still wound against my wrist, and tilted my head back into the pillow. I squeezed impossibly tight around him which pulled him over the edge with me. His hips stuttered and his body dropped onto mine, spilling into me.
His breath came out in heavy pants that fanned over my face. Chris let go of my hands and cupped my cheeks, pressing a heavy kiss to my lips. I giggled against him and cupped his bearded jaw.
“Do you think Scott heard?” I asked.
“Yes!”
Both our eyes widened at his shout before we burst into a fit of giggles.
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“We’re back,” Chris called as he came into the house with Dodger.
“He’s back!” he heard one of the kids exclaim before they were shushed by the others.
Smirking, he hung up Dodger’s leash and then called out again, seeing if anyone would answer. No one did, but he heard noises coming from the kitchen.
“I wonder where they are,” he said, conversationally to Dodger. “Guess I’ll go make myself a sandwich.”
“NO!” he heard a shout from the kitchen. “Hide!”
Before he could reach the kitchen, you stepped out.
“There you are,” he said. “What’s going on?”
“The kids are working on a surprise for you,” you explained giving him a pointed look. “Why don’t you go read for awhile.”
Chris nodded and then went into the living room to read, expecting Dodger to follow him. Instead, the dog went into the kitchen with you. After all that’s where his other favorites were.
Going back into the kitchen, you assured yours and Chris’s kids that he wouldn’t come into the room.
It took another fifteen minutes to finish the surprise and an addition fifteen minutes to clean up the kids and the kitchen.
Finally, though, the surprise was ready and you sent them to the living room to tell Chris to close his eyes.
Once he was ready, you carried out the plate of cupcakes you had helped the kids decorate. You set them down on the coffee table and then led the kids through a lively, though sloppy, rendition of “Happy Birthday”.
As the song ended, yours and Chris’s youngest, aged 4, grabbed a cupcake and held it out for his dad. Unfortunately, Chris chose that second to turn his face to look at your twin girls, aged 6, and ended up bumping into the cupcake, nose and chin first.
The room fell into a stunned silence and then you snorted with laughter. Chris and the kids own laughter soon followed.
Once you had all calmed down, the five of you ate the cupcakes, with Chris eating the one that had been accidentally smashed into his face.
To the kids joy, Chris deemed the cupcake, the best one he’d ever had.
Of course it was the best! Domestic bliss! I love it❤️
Summary: You find out your crush actually likes you back in the best of ways.
Word count:1.8k
Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), masturbation (m), slight panties kink (?), voyeurism, oral sex (m receiving), a bit of gagging, kinda face fucking, some dirty talk and hair pulling, mention of unprotected sex at the end (don’t do that, kids. be responsible), this is a RPF fic so, don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it. And I think that’s it.
A/N: So, it’s Chris’s birthday and I couldn’t let this day pass by without writing some p0rn about him. I’m sorry it took me so long to post again. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Lmk your guys’ thoughts. I love that shit.
You were not supposed to be back in the hotel until later that night, but like many things in life, your plans changed so you decided to return to your room earlier and study your lines for tomorrow’s call.
This situation could have been avoided if you stuck to the schedule of the day.
But in your defense, he wasn’t supposed to be there either.
Not because it was early, not because you didn’t plan on meeting that afternoon, but because it was your room, not his, the one he was in.
He wasn’t supposed to be there at all.
The strange, muffled sounds caught your ear as soon as you approached the door, and having known him for a while now, you knew how his voice sounded even from afar, even if it sounded raspy as it did now. The thing you didn’t know though, was the reason he snaked into your room when you were out.
As you closed the door behind you, the question was answered, stopping you in your tracks with the key still held between your fingers.
This is the last week I plan on writing stuff for my Sugary Sweet Dad Collection.. but since Chris’s bday is tomorrow and Father’s Day is next Sunday.. my goal is to write something short every day and post it… we’ll see how well I do haha.
That said, if you have an idea for a sugary sweet dad drabble for Chris or one of his characters, I’m going open up prompts up again until Wednesday, June 15th. So if you have a prompt, send it in!
Ok, so this drabble is inspired by the 6 hours I spent yesterday playing with the marble run at my mom’s house with my niece and nephew. We call it Marbleworks because that’s the brand we had in the 1980s/90s. They are still around, but my niece and nephew have Marble Genius ones now. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m including a youtube video at the end of the story.
Title: Marble Run
Pairing:Chris Evans x reader
Rating:G
Warnings:n/a
Disclaimer:This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
You paused as you came into the family room, seeing your husband sitting on the floor surrounded by marble run pieces while the kids sat coloring at the table.
You and Chris had both grown up playing with marble run and had loved them. Naturally, when the two of you had discovered that they were still for sale, and with way cooler accessories than either of you had had, you’d bought them.
For the kids, of course.
You were pretty good at reminding yourself of that fact, but Chris… well, Chris was a bit of a control freak when it came to the builds. He had a certain way of doing things and didn’t like it when pieces were randomly added, messing up his creative genius.
Clearing your throat, you crossed your arms and saw the guilty look come across Chris’s face as he realized he had been caught.
“They asked me to build the best track ever,” he stated.
“We did!” your five your old daughter chimed in. “We asked for the biggest, coolest -”
“And HHHHHUUUUUGGGGGGEEEEESSSSSTTTT,” her four year old exclaimed, cutting her off.
She shot him an annoyed look.
“How about we all work together then,” you suggested. “We can help dad finish and then we can all have fun playing together.”
The kids quickly abandoned their coloring, which told you exactly what you had assumed, Chris had wanted to build alone.
Sitting down on the floor with your family, you worked together to complete the marble track. Despite Chris’s initial annoyance at having to share the task, he was soon laughing with the kids as the three of them combined their brains to create a wild design while you followed behind, adding extra support to the structure.
Within twenty minutes, the build was completed and you were all standing up, a handful of marbles in your hands waiting for Chris to start the countdown.
“3…”
“2…”
Before he could say 1, both kids dumped their handfuls of marbles into their designated starting spots and the room was suddenly filled with glass marbles going down plastic tubes.
Chris shook his head and said, “1.”
Smiling, you added your own marbles to the sound as he did the same.
Stepping to his side, you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him as the kids squealed and clapped their hands as the first marbles reached the end.
“Again! Again!” your son shouted.
While the kids collected marbles to run again, you sighed and said, “This is my favorite part.”
Chris nodded his head in agreement. Then whispered, “But we’re still totally having a race with this tonight, right?”
“Oh absolutely,” you told him. “And I’m going to kick your butt again.”
Hehehehehe this is so fun! Love that the parents get some fun later too! Yay
First, thank you so much to everyone for commenting, reblogging, sending messages, and liking the first part of this story. I was a little overwhelmed by how much everyone enjoyed the first part; thus, I knew I needed to continue. Once again, thank you so much for reading!
In the beginning, he used to joke that getting you to share anything was like pulling teeth. You were so guarded. It took months for you to tell him the basics. Three months to learn your favorite color, four to learn your favorite food, and six to learn your middle name. Each reveal was a badge of honor that he wore with pride. Chris was an affectionate guy, almost vulnerable to a fault. It was in his nature to wear his heart on his sleeve. Although, it took a minute, you learned to adapt, and he learned to wait. Except right now, it felt like he was done waiting – done trying. The game had ended, and you were suddenly standing there with the broken pieces of your heart.
You thought you would cry, but you didn’t. Maybe, it was the shock that allowed you to keep your composure. This was your last day at the hotel, so your bags were already packed. You moved mindlessly as you collected your things and left the room key on the table. The buzzer on your phone pinged, reminding you of your flight departure. You wanted to say something, but his focus was on the person on the other end of the phone. You quietly opened the door, your heart shattering with every step, and left.
This was more than a breakup. It was a confirmation – your worst fears brought to life. You were hopeful, which was your first mistake. Hope is what kept you in it, after the third weekend alone. You liked who you were when you were with him. It was cliché, but he brought out the best in you. He made you want more, to be better. As selfish as it sounded, you weren’t ready to let go of the person you were when you were around him. He was this huge character who filled up your world with bright, untainted color. Everything was brighter, sharper, more focused. Somehow, he made your world less fuzzy. Except, now everything was a blur.
Thus, a haze followed you as you entered the car to the airport. You closed your eyes as you zoomed through the city. You should’ve been eating pastries and going to museums, wandering through coffee shops and exploring downtown. This wasn’t how your day was supposed to end. The first tear fell. Maybe, you expected too much from this, from him. Maybe, it was his fault. He was so good at playing the good guy that somehow you expected nothing else. He allowed you to hope and dream. That’s what his love did to you. It was bold. It didn’t waver or change. When he declared his love, it was final. No doubt. No regrets.
“I love you,” he whispered, as his hands traced your skin.
You tilted your head up to meet his eyes. At this point, you were used to silent nights and empty beds. You were in a relationship, yet you spent most nights alone. This was now your life. You had chosen this: the lonely nights, the months-on-end without seeing each other, the lack of time. You were in a relationship with someone who was never there – not physically anyways, and the daily mundane activities of your life couldn’t distract you from it.
Thus, when the bed shifted and you felt him snuggle into bed for the first time in months, you thought you were dreaming. But he was there – he was real. You turned off your laptop, happy to leave your work for the company of him and dove into the covers. Naturally, you found yourself wrapped up in his arms, nestled in his chest, listening to the sound of nothing. You used to hate the silence, the emptiness of noise – of chaos. Yet, with him, you could spend hours in his arms doing nothing, but being silent. Your grandmother would be amused. All it took was one man and you suddenly found a way to “stop fussing and making all that noise.”
You stared up at him quizzically, doubting your own hearing. Maybe, you imagined those three little words. He smirked, his blue eyes sparkling under the dim lights. In the shadows, you could make out the creases near his eyes, the bags that couldn’t be concealed. It reminded you of this other world that consumed him when he wasn’t with you – his other love: the reason that you spent most nights alone, the root of your frustrations, yet the source of his happiness. It fulfilled him in a way that you imagined you never could, which is why you were hesitant to start this in the beginning, and why you couldn’t believe what he was saying now.
He smiled, and you leaned back, trying to read the expression on his face. You wanted to ask if he was okay, but he was calm, peaceful in his demeanor. He was tired, yet he wore this sated glow. The man looked happy – genuinely happy. You brushed it off, attributing his break from filming to his current mood, but he said it again.
This had to be the twilight zone. You blinked again and again, waiting for him to make sense. So many nights were spent thinking of this moment, but those were just dreams – hidden desires. It was too early, right? If you were better at relationships, you would know how to navigate this, but you didn’t. The only thing you knew was your grandmother’s advice – “find a man who loves you more than you love him.” Thus, when you were first falling for him, you had pushed down those feelings, terrified of being the first one to say it. Except, he was saying it now, and you didn’t know what to do.
Chris deepened his smile, his eyes amused by you. His hands traced your jaw before settling on the curve of your lips. He shifted from your lips to your nose, writing some unspoken language with his fingers. Your eyes softened, but the questions still marred your face. He didn’t say it again, letting the silence accompany his touch. You sighed, closing your eyes, as he lulled you to sleep.
He replaced his fingers with his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, and then your nose, before kissing your head. “I love you.”
You opened your eyes, looking up at him again. This time, he didn’t give you time to rationalize it away. He cupped your face, keeping his blue eyes trained on you. They were steady, communicating everything he’d been trying to say with those words. You blinked, surprised by the admission in his eyes, and the steadiness in his voice. He left you with no room to guess or overthink.
“I love you.”
You smiled, chuckling before finally laughing. This wasn’t a dream. You buried your face in his chest, a sigh escaping your breath, before looking up at him. “Say it again,” you whispered.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
You held your breath and closed your eyes, savoring the moment. “Again.”
“I lo – “
“I love you too,” you cut him off. This time, he was left speechless as he gazed at you. Chris bit his lip, crinkling his nose, as he looked up at the wall. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched him.
“Chris,”
He covered his face with his hands. “Yeah?”
You moved his hand from his face, seeing the tears that he was trying to hide. As if you didn’t already love him, this just made you love him more. You tilted his face towards you, so that you could wipe his cheeks and fully see him. “Did you hear me?”
He laughed, before pulling you to his chest. “Yeah.”
“I love you,” you repeated.
“I love you,” he smiled as he kissed your lips. This wasn’t a dream.
You opened your eyes as the memory faded, and reality set in. That night felt so distant and dream-like now. Those people wouldn’t have argued, but maybe you were never those people. Maybe, this was just the end of the honeymoon stage and you were both settling into your true selves. Except, the pieces didn’t fit anymore, and you couldn’t make it work.
You couldn’t remember how, but you were now sitting in your seat, waiting for the plane to take-off. Three hours and you’d be home – the three-bedroom walk-up that was now filled with his stuff. It wasn’t just your apartment anymore; it was his home too. You sighed. No, you couldn’t go back there, not yet. A hotel for tonight, then tomorrow you would figure out the unraveling mess that was your life. Nothing from the past 12 hours had truly registered. All you could think about was his stupid phone, and how it wouldn’t stop vibrating.
You closed your eyes, trying to focus on anything else. Boarding was taking longer than expected. Usually, you wouldn’t care, but right now, you needed to be anywhere else but here. “Holy shit.” You could hear a growing commotion roaring from the front of the plane. You were hiding out in the back, switching seats with an elderly woman who needed the leg room more than you. The tears that you’d been holding on too were threatening to spill, and there was no place better to hide your sobs than in the back of the plane. Thus, you left the comfort of first class for the solitude in economy. At least here, you could nurse your tears alone. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the growing fervor among the passengers. Everyone was whispering about something, but you were too tired to figure it out, until you heard his voice.
“Excuse me, sir,” he tapped your seatmate’s shoulder, “how much do I have to pay to get you to switch seats with me. See, I really need to talk to the woman sitting beside you. Usually, I wouldn’t do this, but it’s a life or death type thing.”
You refused to open your eyes and look at him. He was using his “public voice,” tapping into his Chris Evans, the celebrity, persona. Hence, the reason for the commotion. He probably took a million selfies on his way to your seat. Knowing the power of his charm, you already knew that your seatmate was about to abandon you for a selfie with Captain America. A second later, you found yourself sitting next to Chris.
It wasn’t enough that he picked his phone over you. Now, you were subjected to a three hour-long flight with Captain America, and the last thing you wanted to do was talk. Even if you could muster the words to speak to him, everyone on the plane was watching him, which meant they were watching you.
“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath.
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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Should I continue?
Hello my friends, I hope you are all doing well. Or as well as can be expected. My heart is hurting this week.. between what happened in Texas as well as the death of two elderly family members during the last 48 hours. Neither death came as a shock, but to come back to back like that was a shock to the sense.
Thank you as always for being patient with me when it comes to updating this story. It’s actually been almost 6 years to the day that I started writing this series. And if I can get my writing mojo back on track for these two, I’m hoping to finish it in the next year.
xoxo Becca xoxo
Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)
Rating:PG
Warnings:n/a
Episode Summary: Chris and Ellie go on their first date
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?” Ellie asked as Chris navigated LA traffic.
“If I told you, it’d ruin the surprise,” he replied, tossing her a coy grin.
“Fine, but remember what goes around comes around,” Ellie replied, playfully crossing her arms with a huff. “And I will figure this out.”
“You’re welcome to try,” Chris teased.
Ellie spent the next thirty minutes or so trying to guess their destination, using highway signs as clues, with little success. It wasn’t until she started seeing the signs for the Griffith Observatory that she figured it out.
Wanting to test her theory, she made what she hoped came out as an offhand comment. “You know, I’ve never been to the observatory. I hear it’s a great place.”
