Walking into the house, you let out an exhausted groan. Your head is dragging under the weight of the braids you just got done and your eyes droop from sitting in a salon chair for nine hours. You’re starving and tired, but hey, at least you look cute.
You drop your keys on the counter and venture further into the living room where you can hear the Dream SongfromSharkboy and Lavagirl. That must mean Zara is still up.
The last time you checked your phone, it was 8:23 PM, not quite her bedtime. You’re curious about what her and Chris spent the day doing — watching movies, playing games. Judging by the pile of toys pushed off in the corner, they definitely played games.
“Hello, my babies,” You greet them, dramatically, throwing your arms out and flashing your hair to show it off. You capture your family’s attention as you step toward them.
“Mommy!” Your four-year-old squeals and jumps out of her father’s lap, her tiny legs running towards you.
“Hi,” You laugh and lift her into your arms. She kisses your cheeks with a pizza stained mouth, making you lean back and try to wipe her mouth with your hands. “You’re eating pizza with daddy?”
“And watching Sharkboy and Lavagirl.” She adds, excitedly. With her in your arms, you walk over to the couch and plop down beside your husband who was staring at you with adoration.
He smiles at you as Zara already moves back into his lap, “Hi, my beautiful wife.”
“Hello, my wonderful husband.” You grin, cheekily. His eyes shift to the Bohemian braids that span your entire back and stops at the start of your ass.
“I like your hair, babe.” He says, “Looks really good.”
“Yeah, mommy,” Zara speaks up as she shoves another slice of pizza into her mouth, “Your hair is really pretty.”
“Thank you, mama.” You thank her, “You know not to talk with food in your mouth, though.”
She nods and looks back to the TV, allowing you to avert your attention back to Chris, “Thank you, baby.” You cup his jaw with one hand and kiss his lips, quickly, before Zara can push you two apart, which she’s known for.
That’s not enough for him though, because he leans in and captures your lips into another one. Pulling away, he scans your face.
“Alright, Imma go try to put this hair up and take a shower. Make sure she doesn’t stay up too late.”
“Eat something first.” He says, motioning to the box of pizza on the coffee table, “Might be a little cold.” That doesn’t stop you from grabbing two slices and sandwiching them together.
Before you can get up, Zara starts to bounce on Chris’s knee, “Mommy, mommy, mommy,” She rambles.
Road trips with your husband usually consist of a neverending amount of Disney songs blasting from the speakers.
WARNINGS —
UGH JUST FLUFF, AS USUAL. also, this is really short. ALSO a lil bit of my neck fetish is kinda visible (if you blink) .
“Not again.” You groan when you see Chris press the back button on the steering wheel. He’s played ‘Let It Go’ three times in a row already. He kept saying it was for your baby boy but he’s fast asleep in his car seat, so you knew it was definitely for your husband.
Speaking of your son, you weren’t even sure how he fell asleep during his dad’s loud burst of out of tune singing. And you know Chris can sing so he’s obviously doing it on purpose.
“You’re like a child, Chris.” You groan, pulling your seat back so you can stare up at the ceiling, “You’re the only grown man I know that knows all the words to just about every Disney song.”
“Aw,” Chris coos, teasingly, reaching his free hand over to rest on your knee, “Does that mean I’m special?”
You stick out your tongue at him, “Well, if I married you, you have to be.” He takes your hand into his and presses a soft kiss to it before bringing it to his warm chest.
You like looking at him while he drives — call it an obsession but he’s a very beautiful man all around. Especially from the side with his neck on full display. You resist the urge to reach over and kiss it, mainly because you can’t afford to distract him. Especially when your son is in the car.
You all were driving down to visit your parents for Christmas — your favorite part of the holiday, to be honest. But, you were excited to get away from work and spend time with your family.
Even if one of them is currently sat beside you, blasting 'Under The Sea’ at the top of his lungs. You stare at him for a short moment before sighing in defeat. You know what they say, if you can’t beat 'em…
With that thought, you throw your head back and belt out the next set of words.
Christmas tree shopping with Chris! What more could you want?
WARNINGS —
Justpurefluff.
“Damn, baby, it’s colder than a mug out here. Did we have to do this today?” You were right — Boston in early December is absolutely freezing. Why anyone would go Christmas tree shopping in ten degree weather is beyond you.
Chris closes and locks the car doors before lazily throwing an arm over your shoulder to keep you warm, “Oh, come on, it’s not that bad.”
“Says the Boston raised boy who runs hotter than hell.” You roll your eyes and lean into him anyway.
“Pfft,” He sputters, “I do not run hot.”
“Then why are we put here in negative degree weather and you’re just wearing a t-shirt and jacket?”
“Because we’re tree shopping. You love tree shopping.” He kisses the side of your winter hat with a mischievous smirk hiding behind his black mask.
“Yeah, at Target or Lowe’s or something that does not require standing outside for hours on end.”
Chris stops walking and turns to face you. He takes in your small pout and widens his stance, his feet shoulder length apart, so you don’t have to stare all the way up and expose your face to the sudden breeze that passes through. You can already feel your nose begin to run, not that anyone could see.
“We’re not gonna be out here that long, sweetheart.” He reassures you, “Promise.”
Don’t get me wrong, you love spending time with Chris — I mean, that’s all you’ve been doing since March when the quarantine went into effect, but you are not a big fan of the cold. One too many documentaries about frostbite and hypothermia shocked you straight. But — if Chris wants to go Christmas tree shopping with you, his girlfriend that loves him and he loves, you’ll lessen the complaints.
Even though you’re standing there wrapped up in the cable knit similar to the one he wore in Knives Out that he got you for Christmas last year, a puffy jacket, and a scarf wrapped around your neck.
You don’t take chances with the cold.
You blink at him, watching as his puppy-dog eyes burn into your soul.
“Just because I love you.” You tilt your head away from him in exaggeration. He pulls you into him, chuckling lowly. His hands slip into your back pockets, giving your ass a firm squeeze. “Uh-uh,” You laugh in response to his grabby self, “Don’t start something we can’t finish right now. Let’s go search for our tree, Mr. Evans.”
“Okay, Future Mrs. Evans. I love you more.”
You groan, tired of his charming self. You just wanted a minute to not be horny around him. Not today, it seems. Turning and pressing your back against his huge chest, you guide both of your bodies to enter the tree farm, Chris pecking the sliver of bare neck through his mask. He wraps his strong arms around your waist to tuck into your jacket pockets.
“Alright, alright, I’ll kiss you in the car.” You intertwine his warm fingers with yours. Might as well enjoy it.
Summary: After the release of your hit movie “Roman Holiday,” you’ve become Hollywood’s new “It Girl.” Everyone wants a piece of you. While at a Hollywood event, you get pulled into an epic selfie similar to the one from the MET Gala with the megastars of Hollywood. The next day all anyone can talk about is this epic picture but not because of the star power in it, but what was happening in it.
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Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader
Being an intern for Andy Barber was fun so far. In the year that I’ve worked here I’ve been treated with nothing but respect and to say my boss was eye candy was an understatement. Yet he’s married. Me and Andy have gained an amazing repertoire with each other becoming more so friends that boss and intern. It’s just his coworkers who have yet to respect me and I don’t wanna day anything because they have more seniority than I do and I don’t wanna damage my internship
“Blondie file these for me” Neal drops an entire stack of files on my desk on top of the stack I already have and by the looks of it I’ll be here all night. Neal was the one who hired me but I sort of migrated to working with Andy majority of the time. I cut him a side eye and he smirks staring at me with lingering eyes that don’t reside on my face, more so on my breasts. I wish I could slap that smirk off his face. He’s the only who calls me Blondie because he doesn’t see my intelligence yet if I weren’t smart I wouldn’t be an intern at the most prestigious law incorporation in the world.
“Don’t call me that Neal I’ve told you before” I stand my ground daring him to do it again with my fierce eyes.
“Blondie” he chuckles walking away from me and I groan rubbing my hands over my face.
I grab my midnight green iPhone 11 Pro Max and tap twice on it revealing the time. 7:32. I’ve been here for almost 10 hours. I stretch my neck rolling it and I stand up stretching allowing my shirt to to rise above my belly button showing my piercing. I let it fall and a door opens. That’s when I see Andy. Face long and tired but nonetheless he still works harder than ever.
“Hey China Doll I didn’t know you were still here” I nod. I’ve been told he calls me China doll because of my big pretty brown eyes. In Andy’s words not my own.
“Yea Neal is making me file all of these”
“Fuck him lets go to a bar” I chuckle at his jokes and vulgarity only to see he’s dead serious
“As much as I wish I could leave he’d fire on and this isn’t even a real job”
“Y/N I wouldn’t let him do that you’re my best girl here and frankly most hard-working” although this was true it’s something about the term ‘my best girl’ that leaves guilty butterflies floating in my stomach. Guilty because he’s married with a child “come on I’ll buy all your rounds” he smiles
“You don’t have to” I set down the files and grab my purse. I save and log out of my computer. Andy leads the way and I follow suit. He pulls the door open letting me go through before turning off the lights and locking up. We head outside to his Audi and my Lexus.
“I’ll follow you”
“Ok I know a bar just down the way” I nod and get in my car watching Andy get in his. I take a deep breath turning the engine. I’m really heading to a bar with my boss’s boss.
Me and Andy are about 2 shots in and we’re giggling like children “ok take a shot if you’ve ever been blackout drunk” I watch Andy grab his glass as I grab my last and he watches me turn the glass letting the acidic liquid glide down my throat. I grab a lime sucking on it to decrease the taste of the brown liquor.
“You’ve never been blacked out?” He had one more shot that hasn’t been touched meaning I lost the game. Now that I’m really looking at him he looks hot. Maybe that’s the liquor getting to my head but it’s just something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel hot. “No my friends have but I haven’t”
“You wanna know something?” I smile leaning forward unconsciously. He does the same mocking me with a playful smile.
“I didn’t think you were this laid back. I was honestly scared of you” I laugh hiccuping
“I get more laid back than this” he smirks with suggestive eyes that create a pool in my underwear “Can I tell you something?” He asks
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking about you since the day you walked through those doors” and that’s when it began. The room got hot and my cheeks were flushed with sexual blush. That’s when I realized I wanted him right then and there.
“Do you mind if we leave?” I ask
We bust through the door of my apartment and his hands are kneading my ass all while picking me up to wrap my legs around his hips. His soft lips are clad to mine and his perfect teeth graze at my bottom lip. I open my mouth inviting his tongue. The taste of tequila and mint consume me along with his powerful cologne that makes my knees buckle. Andy tears off my button down revealing the lacy red bra. He holds me up with one hand and the other moves to my hair pulling me back. He picks a broad stripe up my neck ending it with a hard duck making my clit jump.
He gets me to my bedroom laying me down and slithering up to my lips. I flip us around taking control as I kiss his neck. My skirt is hiked up to my waist and I pull it over my head throwing it on the floor. I grab the bottom of his shirt lifting it over his head discarding it with the rest of the clothes.
I feel how hard Andy is under me making me grind on him harder. He slaps the side of my ass. He grabs my throat pulling me down to his lips. He lets go of my lips with a smack and moves his lips to my ear kissing me softly “sit on daddy’s face” I couldn’t be wetter. With confidence I pull off my underwear and place both of my thighs on each side of his head resting my dripping pussy on his lips. Right off the bat Andy sucks my clit like a lollipop and my hands rest on top of his that are on my hips.
My body has a mind of its own as I rock against his hips. I look down at his steel blue eyes glimmering in the dim lamp light looking back at me. He lets out a beautiful moan and I bite my lip exhaling sharply. His tongue moves from my clit to my inside slurping me straight from the source. “Just like that” I moan. My right hand unclasps my bra taking it off and my other hand moves to his head keeping him steady as I ride his face. My moans get louder as he goes back to flicking my clit in a fast motion not hesitating to press his blunt nails into my hips holding me down.
Andy wraps his lips around my clit sucking on me like a leech. My vision becomes hazy, partly because the liquor is still in my system, as he keeps me in the same spot not able to move. My breath becomes more shallow and I try pulling off of his face feeling the pleasure become unbearable “it-it’s too much daddy it’s too much” I moan in a rushed tone He continues his assault until I’m screaming his name and cumming in his mouth. I hear his vulgar smacks and moans from under me making my body rock that much harder. Andy stops moving completely letting me ride out my orgasm on his face holding direct eye contact. This man is the devil.
Andy finally lets me go and he unlatches from me with a smack. I come off of his face watching his beard glisten and a smile on his face. “Fuck me please” I lean down kissing him tasting myself on his lips and tongue. My hand glides over his stomach grabbing his dick but he quickly grabs my hand flipping us around and pinning me to the bed. “Are you ready for it?”
“Yes daddy” Andy pulls down his boxers and he wasn’t lacking in neither width or length (I know y’all saw that Chris Evans leak). My jaw drops at his size and he chuckles “I haven’t seen that in a long time” he grabs a condom rolling it on getting prepared.
He starts with the head stretching me out a little. Now here goes the hard part. Andy keeps inching in me as I breathe through the pressure of my walls expanding accepting him gracefully. Once my clit is rubbing against his pelvis he’s fully inside of me, Andy starts off with small strokes along with peppering kisses along my face and jawline. “Faster daddy. Harder” he chuckles at my requests pulling out completely leaving me empty. Before I can demur he plunges back into me leaving my mouth wide open. Andy is rhythmic making sure I feel each and every inch when he reenters me with such passion. “Fuck you’re so tight. I gotta stretch that pretty little pussy out”
“Please stretch it out daddy fuck” my nails glide down his back which I know will leave marks. Andy’s hips ripple into mine with such force that drives my eyes to the back of my head. My jaw drops and Andy comes down kissing me with such passion if I were standing I’d be dizzy by now. He bites my lip still drilling me, my breathing is ragged and my moans are so loud my voice is getting hoarse “such a good little slut for me aren’t you princess”
“Yes yes yes” as he continues thrusting leading us both to the edge that wallowing coup de Grace is close to its mark. Andy wraps his hand around my throat squeezing to make me dizzy but I still have limited air. I bite my lip feeling his necklace hit the bottom of my chin. “Look at me when I make you cum” it’s damn near impossible but I manage to watch him. I grab the sheets and my body rocks as he pounds me through my soul shattering orgasm. Andy’s eyes close and he leans down placing his head in my neck never losing rhythm. “Fuck” he grabs the back of my neck pressing our foreheads together as he fills me with his seed mewling out. He starts slowing down once he’s bottoming himself out and comes to a stop leaving me sore but still very happy. Andy pulls out rubbing my clit making me jolt with how sensitive I am. He throws away the condom and lays next to me while I throw my arm across his chest. He cuddles me closer pushing me into a deep well needed sleep.
I feel the sun poking through my curtains and a raging headache that’s making me dizzy. I notice I’m extra warm and I feel an arm around my waist and something poking me in my butt. I look back seeing Andy asleep and I smile then my smile fades and turns into a horrible frown. I tap Andy’s shoulder and he stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes. His phone vibrates in his jeans and he gets up grabbing it. His face goes blank and he answers the call “hey Laurie”
My jaw drops and I drop my head in my hands. I feel nauseous. Andy ends the conversation and looks at me “did we have sex last night?”
It’s a silly question I can feel the soreness between my legs. I stand up out of bed nearly falling over again from how weak my legs are.
“We did and that was Lauie” he says running his hands over his face. I start panicking and sit back on the bed. Obviously it’s clear he sees it. Andy comes over towering over me. He gets down on one knee lifting my leg over his shoulder kissing it softly “Andy you’re wife just called and I know she’s worried sick- oh fuck” his plump lips wrap around my clit “Andy we can’t- oh god” my back arches and I grab his head with the intent to move him away but my hands bring him closer as my breathing picks up. My hips roll along his face and I bite my lip as he continues sucking on my clit like he didn’t just assault it last night. “Andy we’re gonna be late for work Jesus”
“Mhmm” he hums going deeper and using 2 fingers to work at my entrance. He curls those 2 fingers sucking on my clit and hitting my g-spot like no tomorrow until I’m left leaking on his tongue and crying out his name. My legs shake trying to close his head in yet I want him away as the overbearing pleasure dizzies me.
“That’s my girl” he moans cleaning me completely. Andy stands up and I lay back just staring at the ceiling “come on now we’re almost late” he winks
“Wait I need to get my car”
“Ok I’ll wait for you to get ready” and that’s just what he does. Occasionally his wife would call and he’d talk to Jacob before school but other than that he was right there.
I’m all ready and dressed in a tight dress and he grabs his jacket that he had on last night. We get in Andy’s car and he drives off to the bar around the corner. Just watching him drive made me want a round 2 but he had a family to go home to and though I’ve already done so I don’t wanna interrupt that. Yet I already have. The guilt feeling consumes me again making me nauseous and overly dizzy.
“Andy pull over” I wretch and he obliges. I open the door vomiting whatever little food I had the night before. I cough letting all of my contents out while feeling Andy’s large hand rubbing my back. Once I’m finished he pulls over to my car and hands me some water. I gargle it walking to the back of the car spitting it out. I go in my purse and grab a piece of gum “I’ll let you know when I make it to the office” I make it to my car and he opens the door for me.
“Ok and Y/N” I look up at his dazzling blue eyes that are softened on me “I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this. I don’t regret it”
Summary: 11-year-old twins Brynn and Aliana are in for a very eventful summer break with their dad.
⚠️: divorce, brief mention of jail, insinuation of violence, v brief mention of intoxication, slight angst, bits of fluff mixed throughout
A/N: So, this is essentially gonna be like the Parent Trap just reimagined to something not as outlandish as parents separating their kids and not telling them about the other lol
Phase 1: So…what happened?
“Dad!,” both girls smile dropping their duffles and suitcases in the foyer with a loud thud before running towards their equally happy father. Even after all these years, he’s easily able to hoist each in one arm making laughs and giggles bounce off the neutral colored walls decorated with pictures of his ‘heart and soul’ as he fondly referred to the two.
You were honestly surprised to see your face up there a couple times. The older photo showing the both of you on your graduation day, cap in your hand and his thick arm around your shoulders as he kissed your temple especially has your lips curling into a small smile.
“How’re my girls?”
“Good!,” Aliana, the youngest by just seven minutes, giggles feeling the hairs of Ari’s beard against her cheek along with his lips before they move to her sister’s. “Brynn’s gotta boyfriend.”
“I do not! Ali does.”
“Nuh uh!”
“Okay how about no boyfriend talk from either of you until you’re 50. Or, better yet, I’m long gone in the dirt,” he states setting both down. When his eyes finally fall on you, it’s as if you’re back in that university cafeteria all over again. Looking over your notes with a last minute rush similar to the roadrunner hoping all the information you needed would stick before a tall distraction easy on the eyes with chestnut hair resting just below his ears took up the remainder of your time.
And then—like always when that feeling would come—you felt sad. Mournful even.
“Hey.”
“Hey Ari,” you smile fiddling with the strap of your purse.
“And here we go again,” Brynn mumbles only loud enough that her sister would hear. “We’re gonna put our bags in the room.”
“Need some help?,” both you and Ari ask at the same time secretly needing an excuse for a break from the tension.
“No we got it.”
They never really understood why their parents were like this. The obvious chemistry still there from the stolen glances and loving gleams in their eyes. Yet at the end of the day they went to their separate homes acting as if all that never happened. If they still liked each other, then why weren’t they together?
“So, how’s things at the shop?,” you ask following him to sit on the leather couch.
“Good! Well same as usual really. Mrs. Howell came in the other day asking about you and the girls.” She also might’ve mentioned how she wished you and Ari never divorced, but it was probably for the best that be left out.
“Yea, I’ve been meaning to go by the bakery so she could see them but I haven’t found the time. She always says how she’s got a slice of pie waiting with their names on it.”
“And we both know that ‘slice’ is gonna be a whole pie,” he adds making you both chuckle. “How’s the kitchen chef? Boss still down your neck?”
“Good, and no not anymore since someoneand his repair shop gang left such amazing reviews on the food. Not to mention nearly ripping his head off,” you smirk.
“He shouldn’t have messed with my girl.” The once playful mood noticeably shifts at his former term of endearment. Ari hadn’t called you that since the girls were infants, yet you could feel the burn to your cheeks as you gently cleared your throat to keep your emotions at bay.
“I’m sorry. It just slip-,”
“Ari it’s fine,” you brush off hoping he wouldn’t break through your carefree facade. “It’s uh getting late though, so I should probably go.”
“You’re leaving already ma?,” Aliana asks just before reaching the last step with Brynn close on her heels as usual. “Stay for dinner!”
“Yea! Dad’s letting us make our own pizzas, and then we’re gonna watch Zombie Masquerade!”
“I said maybeto the movie,” he adds. “Remember I uh said mom may not want you guys watching that so we had to ask first?”
“…but you suggested the movie dad,” Brynn states confused as to why he seemingly forgot how excited he was on the phone that night when he brought up the idea.
“Yea dad, you said how you wanted to see it at the movies but couldn’t so-,”
“Okay thanks girls,” Ari nervously chuckles trying to discreetly motion for them to stop talking.
“If you think they’ll be okay, then it’s fine with me,” you grin watching the pair excitedly bounce on the balls of their feet.
“You say that because I’m gonna be the one dealing with the bad dreams and late nights aren’t you?”
“Yep, and anything else that might come along,” you nod patting his protruding pec, which probably wasn’t the best idea on your part now missing the ridges and movements of his muscles under your fingers.
“Well…why not stay the night then? You know, to help out if the girls get scared?” With those addicting, soft baby blues looking down at you, it’s hard to say no. Who were you kidding, Ari’s general aura made it hard to say no.
It was exactly why you tried to keep your interactions short. Of course you were always cordial and friendly, but anything longer than an hour or two, and you knew your conscience would disappear, and maybe even your clothes too.
“It’d be like just like when we were little!,” Brynn smiles hugging Ari’s hips along with her sister.
“Yea! Cmon ma you know you wanna stay.” Although different colors, the three eerily similar sets of pleading eyes batting their long lashes causes a heavy sigh to pass your lips. Of course you wanted to spend the night, but was it the smartest choice?
“I’d love to, but I got a busy day tomorrow so I better head home.”
That’s not what they wanted to hear, but the pair understood letting their mom kiss their cheeks before giving her a final hug. As usual, Ari was there to walk you to the door embracing you in a hug as well that tended to last longer than one typically does. The bergamot and citrus of his cologne hitting your nostrils makes it even harder to let go.
“That offer’s always here you know. For dinner or spending the night if you want.” It’s an innocent statement, but the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through his chest and his lips at the top of your head still successfully make you weak in the knees. You can only nod peering up at your ex with a small smile suddenly unable to find your voice.
“Guess I’ll uh see you later then,” he says letting you go although every fiber and cell of his being protested.
“Call if you or the girls need anything.” With a single nod, he returns your small wave watching in remorse as you walk back to your car and your taillights grow smaller and smaller the further you drive down the road.
-
“Alright m’ladies, are you prepared for your evening among the royally undead?,” Ari dramatically asks donning a terribly fake British accent. The girls looked unimpressed pausing their conversation to deadpan their dork of a father.
“Hey, those were the movie voiceover guy’s words not mine.”
“Dad, what’s up with you and mom?,” Brynn outright questions crossing her arms in front of her chest. She never was one to beat around the bush.
“What do you mean?”
Patting the cushion in between them, both girls shift their bodies towards Ari as soon as his bottom touches the seat.
“For starters, you love each other..but you’re not together,” Aliana states holding out her index finger ready to count out their grievances.
“And I don’t know if you know this, but divorced people don’t love each other,” Brynn adds making Ari chuckle.
“And how do you know how divorced people act?”
“There’s kids at school with divorced parents dad. Plus Real Housewives.”
He can only shake his head as he laughs to himself at the things that come from their mouths.
“Well, I don’t know about those other parents, but I’ll always love your mom. She’s still my best friend, was my first serious relationship that truly showed me what love is. And not to mention she gave me my heart and soul,” he smiles taking turns pecking the tops of their heads.
“Then what happened? You love her and we know she still loves you,” Aliana asks peering up at her father with head of curls lying on his shoulder.
Truthfully he didn’t fully know that answer himself. At least not the root that eventually sprouted to your ultimate joint decision.
“Basically, I uh did something very dumb that I regret, which then led to me and your mom having a long conversation and deciding maybe it was best we weren’t together anymore.”
“Mhmm…does that mean you got drunk and kissed someone else?”
“What?! No, where’d you get that from?”
“Happened on Mansion Rules,” Brynn answers before grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Hillary deserved so much better than Todd.”
“Alright no more cable in your room, and remind me to call both your grandmothers to stop watching reality tv while babysitting,” he chuckles briefly tickling their sides making them giggle. “All you guys need to know is everything’s fine now, and I’ll never do it again.”
-
“And where am I supposed to go Y/N?!”
“I don’t know, maybe Frank’s since you’ve very recently shared a space before!,” you shout from the closet forcing more shirts and underwear in his duffle.
This was far from the “welcome home” Ari was expecting. Sure he knew he’d more than likely be met with your narrowed eyes and stern tone as you tried to figure out how this could happen. A small part even expected for you to just hug him and refuse to let go as you peppered kisses all over his face.
Clearly he was very off.
“I said I was sorry,” he sighs sitting on the edge of the bed. Not getting any sleep the night before, he wanted nothing more than to lie down comfortably in his own bed under his soft sheets. Preferably, with you beside him.
“But what was I gonna do? Just let him get jumped?”
“No, but try to be smart about it at least!”
Finally appearing before him, a thud echoes through the room as you drop his bag by his feet. Your eyes noticeably red and lashes wet from the brief contact they made with his before returning to the floor.
“That’s enough for about a week, maybe two. All that’s left is your toothbrush and whatever else you think you’ll need.”
There’s silence as he just peers at you and your thumb anxiously tapping against your upper arm while you hold yourself. Was this what you truly wanted?
“So that’s it? One mistake and I’m done?”
“We don’t have time for just one mistake Ari! Especially not one that puts you in jail,” you snap lifting your head. “We’re parents now. We have two little girls to think about, and the fact that you even put yourself in that situation shows me they’re not your first priority. That I’m not either.”
“You know that’s not true,” he lowly states, his own eyes beginning to water.
“No. Not anymore.” Both of you were silently crying now. Your respective sets of tears freely flowing down onto your cheeks and necks.
Yet neither of you moved to console the other. Fighting your urges to reach out ensuring that you’d be okay, and this was just a bump in the road for your relationship.
Wiping his eyes, he sniffs and clears his throat trying to collect himself. His gaze shifting to the clear sky and sunshine outside that definitely did not reflect the current mood inside the two-bedroom apartment. Did he so easily want to accept defeat? No, that was never in his nature. “You just don’t know when to quit do you?” His mother would grin shaking her head watching the little boy continue on, whether it was trying to perfect that three-pointer or reach that cookie jar she specifically told him to leave alone. It’s one of the many things you loved about him, but knew, just as his mother did, that it’d be his downfall at some point.
“Can I see them before I go?,” he quietly asks.
“They’re at my parents’. Won’t be back until tomorrow.”
Nodding his head, he slowly stands with a sigh bringing his bag to sling over his shoulder in the process. He’s hesitant lifting his thumb and index finger to your chin, but seeing you meet his eyes not pushing him away he leans down until your lips press together. Any other time it’d be agonizingly slow and one of you would’ve took the lead progressing things much further along. Now, it felt right. It fit the tone as you both needed one last time savoring each other. His beard prickling your skin. The way he’d always nip at your bottom lip before his tongue was appearing against your own.
Your always soft lips cushioning and soothing his own. The whimpers leaving your throat that hit him so deep he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand for long.
Foreheads resting against each other’s, you gently shake your head whispering “don’t” knowing exactly what he’d say next.
“You may not wanna hear it, but I love you. I-I love you, I love the girls, and I’ll never stop.”
-
“Pst…pst! Ali you awake?”
“No,” she sighs “I got the twin vibe something was up with you. Plus you kept moving and making the beads tap against the headboard.”
“Sorry.” Both girls shift to lie at the foot of their beds facing each other from opposite sides of the room. “I just keep thinking about mom and dad. I wonder what happened that was so bad it broke them up?”
“Dunno, but dad told us not to worry. Plus whatever happened they’re apparently over it now,” Ali states hugging her penguin stuffed animal.
“Yea that’s true. I…I just wish we could sit them in a room and get them to make up you know? Clearly there’s something still there.”
There’s silence as both girls just peer at the light carpet lining the floor. Aliana yawning as Brynn taps against her yellow, tropical themed sheets while the occasional car can be heard passing by outside. An idea soon comes to her mind though, quickly sitting up on her knees and startling her sister.
“Then again, what if we can?”
“Can what?”
“Get them back together!,” Brynn excitedly answers before covering her own mouth realizing she might’ve been a bit too loud. “What if we can get mom and dad back together? Make them realize they’re meant to be together.”
“And how would we do that?”
“…I have no idea, but we can figure it out.”
Biting her lip, she sits up with legs crossed under her and hugging her penguin close to her. “I dunno B, what if we make things worse? Or they really don’t want to be together anymore?”
“Then…we’ll deal with it. But I’d still rather try than not, and miss out on us all being a real family.”
“Weare a real family though.”
“You know what I mean Ali. Us being in one house rather than going back and forth,” Brynn smiles sliding out of bed to sit next to her sister. “So, you with me? I can’t do this without you.”
A beat of silence later, and she’s flashing a smile similar to the one in front of her before sticking out her hand to perform their secret handshake. “This summer just got a whole lot more interesting.”
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Summary: Ari has a surprise waiting on your special day
⚠️: pretty much all fluff, Ari being the sweetest husband, tiny insinuation of adult times towards the end
A/N: This is my submission into @sparkledfirecracker writing fest that hopefully encompasses the cheesy element you were looking for☺️ (if not I’m sorry and can definitely try to do something else!). I’m finally deciding to try to get over my fears and participate in more challenges, so hopefully you guys like what I came up with!
“Alright, I’m calling you right before opening the door as you so randomly asked.”
“I know it’s weird, but it’ll be worth it I promise,” he smiles. “Now go see Ella first. She’s been helping me with all this.”
Doing as you’re told with the phone pressed against your ear, you lightly knock on your neighbor’s door still trying to figure out what your husband could possibly be up to.
“Ari what all do you have planned? And what’s this for?”
“You’ll see, just be patient gorgeous.” Ella’s usual cheery features soon appear as she opens the door holding a bag of groceries in one hand and small basket in the other. Even her little girl, Bea, seems to be helping out as she holds a small, purple flower vase filled with a low cut arrangement close to her chest.
“Happy Anniversary!”
“Appy Verse Airy!,” Bea adds with a toothy grin as she bounces on the balls of her feet.
“Aw thank you so much guys!,” you smile reaching out to take the items from their respective arms.
“Aht! Ari gave us very specific instructions to help you get these in the apartment, so if you wouldn’t mind opening your door please.”
“And tank you!,” Bea adds. She really might be the most adorable kid you’ve ever met.
“Well, can’t go against Ari now can we?,” you grin hearing his chuckle on the other line while leading them across the hall.
With a quick goodbye and a wish for you, and Ari, to have a good night, Ella and Bea are gone just as fast as they came leaving you alone in your cozy apartment. “Ari?”
“Hmm?”
“Our anniversary is in January. What’s this?”
“True it’s not our wedding anniversary, but it’s something just as important…the day we first met.” Sure enough, looking through the grocery bag you find a bottled pineapple daiquiri and a pack of Heineken instantly taking you back to that bar all those years ago.
“I know it’s probably corny, but it’s a day I’ll never forget and wanted to treat you to something special,” he explains nervously rubbing the back of his neck. What if you thought it was too much, and he should’ve just left things alone?
“No it’s sweet, thank you. And how could I forget? That’s also the day you stopped me from making the worst decision of my life,” you giggle taking a moment to sniff the colorful bouquet on the counter in front of you.
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There’s collective groans from those at the bar watching yet another missed goal attempt from the Bruins’ center. Ari was sure this was somehow his karma for betting on a game with money he didn’t have. He just knew his team would win though; even the analysts from the pre-game show were sure.
But that ten percent chance at a loss was biting him in the butt right now.
“Looks like they’re cursed tonight,” the older man at the end of the bar with his Guinness sighs taking a drink.
“Cursed or still drunk from the night before,” the bartender chuckles along with the other men.
“At least it’s just the second period. And we’re tied at zero so we still got a chance,” Ari speaks.
“Always seeing the glass half full,” his friend and fellow trucker, Nick, states holding up his glass signaling for another round.
“Makes life a little better when you do.”
“Yea, but I’m a little surprised seeing how you got $200 riding on this game. Expected you to be the first one crying in the corner if I can be honest.”
“Call me crazy, but I gotta hunch everything’s gonna be fine.”
Just as the commentators announce a commercial break, the bell of the front door chimes followed by the apprehensive clicks of heels across the hardwood. From the corner of Ari’s eye as he tilts his head back to take a swig of his beer, he catches curious eyes searching around the bar and head of dark curls swiftly going back and forth.
Just in a simple burnt orange tank, covered by a dark grey sweater, and ripped jeans cuffed at your ankles stopping right at the small buckle of your strappy, black heels, you took Ari’s breath away. If you stepped outside right now, he was sure you’d stop traffic and cause a couple accidents as well.
Your eyes met briefly making the beefy trucker softly smile and feel giddy at your own beautifully curled lips. That was sadly short lived though, as you walked past to the man coming from the restroom equally as excited to see you from the tight hug and kiss he placed on your cheek.
The loud cheers of those around startle him back to the game seeing Bruins players and those in the stands cheering after their one goal.
“Ya see that?! Guy went between the legs, dodged a Pens player to score the goal,” Nick smiles excitedly clapping his friend’s shoulder and giving it a slight shake.
“Um n-no I missed it,” he answers. His intense blues peeking at the table about eight feet away one more time before his attention goes back to the players gliding on the ice. Being the nosey friend he is, Nick followed Ari’s gaze to see the couple talking and occasionally laughing with their hands intertwined on the table.
“You know them?”
“Nah I just saw her walk in and-,”
“Ah..say no more,” Nick nods drinking from the tall glass. “She is cute though.”
“Yea, but unfortunately he got to her first,” Ari sighs finishing his drink. Time passes and the bar fills with a few more people looking to catch the end of the game or to get a few drinks after a long day. Every so often, his eyes drift to your table wishing he was the one on the receiving end of your soft giggle. The one who could feel your fingers graze against his arm making goosebumps appear in their path.
“I’m gonna go to the restroom really quick. Can you get me a refill please?,” he hears you ask your date before drifting off towards the back.
God, even your voice was heavenly.
It was like clockwork how fast the door slammed open as soon as you disappeared. The angry blonde not searching long before seeing her target at the table by himself.
“Working late huh?,” she asks with arms crossed across her chest. Whether they wanted it or not, they now had the attention of the whole bar curious as to what would happen next.
“I-I was! I just finished maybe half an hour ago and decided to stop by for a drink,” the model-esque CEO answers. The glistening sweat on his brow can be seen from all the way across the bar.
“Mhm. And who’s purse is that? A ‘friend’ from work?”
“Noo, this lady went to the bathroom but didn’t need to take her purse so she asked if I could watch it for her.”
Oh this guy was something else.
“Look, I know you’re upset and you have every right to be. I should’ve just come straight home and had a drink with my girl, especially when I know all she’s been wanting is to spend some time with me.”
That seemed to butter her up enough from her features relaxing into a smile before standing on her tip toes to peck his lips.
“I thought you didn’t care.”
“Of course I do sweetheart. In fact, why don’t we stop by the mall to get that Chanel you’ve been hinting at?,” he smirks leading the woman towards the door.
“They’re still open?!”
“Yea but not for long so we gotta hurry,” he winks tapping her on the bottom as they exit the building leaving everyone except Ari unbothered.
“Poor girl,” he thought to himself. Soon you’d come out to an empty table definitely confused at why your seemingly great date decided to up and leave. And poor random blonde lady, who didn’t deserve to be bought as a distraction from her boyfriend/husband’s cheating ways.
“Um excuse me?,” he hears interrupting his thoughts as he turns around. Your nervous smile makes his heart melt although you definitely couldn’t tell. “I’m sorry to bother you, but do you by chance know where the guy at that table went? He was about ye tall, in a button up?”
Should he tell you the truth? No doubt breaking your heart and ruining your evening? Or try to make up something as a cover to not get involved? Either way, he’d go home feeling terrible.
Sighing as he passes a hand through the chestnut strands on his head, he turns in his seat so you’d have his full attention. Not that you didn’t have it already.
“This isn’t easy to say, but he left…with another woman. Some blonde who he definitely didn’t just meet if you uh catch my drift.”
The small gape of your full lips and your disappointed “oh” nearly has him wanting to find whoever that guy was himself.
“Last time I use a dating app,” you half-heartedly chuckle to yourself. Shaking your head as you try not to cry frustrated tears in the middle of a bar in front of this brawny man and his friends. “Thanks for letting me know. Have a good night.”
He didn’t know you, but he wished there was something he could do.
Collecting your purse and sweater, you return to the bar feeling like a child standing next to the giant men who were tall even sitting on their barstools. “Hey, um the guy that was over there? Did he already pay?,” you ask finally catching the bartender before he could get someone else’s order.
“Nope, just left without so much as a see ya.”
“Why am I not surprised,” you mumble to yourself searching for your wallet.
“Don’t worry about it,” Ari states shifting in his seat to retrieve his own out of his back pocket.
“What? No, I can’t let you do that.”
“Too late. Tommie, put it on my tab please.”
“Well thanks,” you smile. “That’s really nice of you.”
“S’nothing. Just look at it as my way of trying to make up for a crappy evening,” he shrugs with a tilted smile so powerful you could feel it’s effect down to your toes.
“And down the line when I tell this story of my worst date turned good, I should refer to my hero as?”
“Ari, Ari Levinson,” he answers sticking out his much larger, slick with moisture hand for you to shake. Both of you freezing at the droplets of water touching against your respective skin. “I promise it’s water from the bottle, not sweat.” For someone who looked so intimidating, you couldn’t help but feel as though he had a huge teddy bear hidden behind that thick wall of muscle.
“It’s okay. Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
Another round of cheers erupts in the dimly lit room as the alarm from the lamp signals another goal from the Bruins now giving them a two-nothing lead. And distracting Ari long enough for him to miss you writing on one of your business cards.
“It was nice meeting you Ari!,” you shout over the many voices sliding the white paper near his hand.
‘Same time next weekend?’ Your neat handwriting read making his bearded cheeks heat and no doubt shift to a reddish color. Dread immediately overshadowed his excitement though, remembering his job and free weekends from here on out would be far and few. His mouth was set to explain he couldn’t make it, but you were gone. Only the light ringing of the front bell was left in your wake.
“Man you better thank your lucky stars, for a second-,” Nicky starts, but turns to watch his friend rush out the door looking both ways before finding whatever it was and jogging to the right. “Huh, looks like everything’s gonna be alright for you after all Levinson.”
His thick stature helps him along the concrete sidewalk from those moving out of his way, not wanting to run into, and possibly anger, him. Eventually, he passes enough yellow streetlights to get close enough where you could hear him call your name.
“Hey, did I forget something?”
“No I uh, I got your note, but next weekend isn’t the best for me,” he explains catching his breath.
“Oh, that’s okay! Just text me a time that’s good for you.”
“See that’s the thing…I don’t know when there’s gonna be a good time for me.” Your furrowed brows and slight head tilt causes his nerves to grow not sure how you’ll take his news. “I’m a truck driver…a-and my schedule right now can have me gone weeks at a time. Not that it’s always like that though! It’s uh just for the time being.”
Now this could go a few ways. Most popular from his experiences lately, was a laugh in the face how that’s not much of a real job. Or immediately declining any chance of a date happening since he wasn’t in a certain tax bracket. More specifically, a rich tax bracket.
Plus trucker’s didn’t really have the best reputation thanks to those horror movies.
“Oh….well…I guess dinner is out of the question then.”
Slowly nodding his head before his gaze stays glued to the ground below with hands deep in his pockets, he can’t say he’s surprised by your response. In fact, he knew you deserved more.
Someone who could give you more whether that be material things or their time.
“Physically that is.”
Using his fingers to comb his hair out of his face, his own adorably furrowed eyebrows leave you smitten already. “Come again?”
“There’s always FaceTime? Or Skype if that’s not good for you?”
“No! No, FaceTime definitely works.”
“Alright, then it’s a date?”
“It’s a date,” you both smile hopeful for what could come next.
-
Searching through the basket, a delightful grin graces your lips finding everything you’d need for a relaxing night in. A couple of your favorite scented bath bombs and salts, bubble bath liquid along with the adjoining lotion sure to have everyone on the floor smelling you, and even a pair of new baby blue pajamas.
You can definitely tell Ari picked them out from the nearly see-through material and lace on the matching tank top and shorts.
“Aww honey, you shouldn’t have.”
“I wanted to.” You can hear the wind rush past his ear as he walks outside. “Oh, and food should be there in five, 10 minutes.” He truly is a treasure that man.
“If we weren’t already married I swear I’d be over there down on one knee,” you state making a hearty laugh escape his lips.
“I’m glad you love your surprise gorgeous. Now go take a bath and spend the rest of the night not thinking about work. That beautiful brain and body deserves rest.” The scrape of a chair scooting against the floor along with small chattering tell you he’s more than likely at a diner. It’s where he usually liked to stop when he was hungry and had the time.
“Okay okay, I’ll go after the food comes,” you smile settling against the pillows of your couch. “What’re you getting?”
“Don’t know yet,” he sighs scanning the plastic menu in his hands. “Part of me wants just a regular burger and fries then the other wants something different. Wanna help me pick?”
“Sure, then after maybe you could help me with something?”
“Of course, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” you answer suddenly shy as you twirl the tie of your pants around your finger. “I was just thinking after you’re done and I’m in the tub…you could um help me relax even more.” You’d think as long as you’ve been together, and as many times you’ve partaken in this type of “quality time”, it’d be easier to come out and say.
All you can hear from the other end is rustling with shouts of “hey” and “you can’t be back here” before Ari repeatedly says sorry as he moves about.
“A-Ari?”
“Yea I’m still here sweetheart, hold on,” he states before placing the phone to his chest. “Hey Lucille, I got an emergency to take care of but can you get a number four ready for me? Yea just give me a call when it’s ready, I’ll come pick it up.”
It takes everything in you trying to hold in your laughs from his “oof” followed by another sorry. The wind rushes by once more as he jogs along the dark asphalt to the cab hidden within the waiting truck. Soon the undeniable thud of the driver side door closing, and click of the cab’s, fills your ears instinctively making you bite your lip in anticipation for what was to come.
“Alright gorgeous you helped me, now it’s only right I return the favor.”
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Summary: it’s been two months since you left, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t work it out.
Pairings: Colin Shea x black!reader
Warnings: smut, minors dni, make up sex, pregnancy, breeding kink
(A/N: this story has been sitting in the drafts for idk how long lol glad it’s finally done though just needed to let it bake for a minute apparently. Named after I Miss You by Blink-182. I think this is based on an ask sent to me by @queenoftheworldisdead a long time go. Not proofread in the slightest . Anyway like, follow, reblog with feedback ✌)
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Of course you’d told Colin you wanted to take a break and this is what happened. It was like life wasn’t allowing you to know peace. You knew you needed to talk to him for more reasons than one. It wasn’t that you didn’t even want him anymore.
The fight that sprung it on had been bad. All the yelling. You’d spent the rest of the night crying while he got drunk at some bar before being dropped off back home by one of his band mates.
The next day you’d packed your shit and left. Told him you needed some space from him. Even when he begged you to stay, you just couldn’t. Told him you didn’t know when he’d be back home. It was silly, but you’d been having nightmares ever since. Of that look on his face when he’d watched you get into your sister’s car.
Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, LOTS OF WORDS, Medical Lingo, MILD NSFW, Dream Sequence/flashback
Words: 7.1k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II:Italictext is a dream recollection.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
Words:5.7k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II: Italic text is a memory.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
Attending Doctor Chris Evans x Resident Doctor Reader AU
Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot, Medical Lingo, Slow Burn,
Words:5.7k
Summary: Maybe with later chapters.
****Disclaimer: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. ****
Note: I AM NOT A DOCTOR. While I was a nurse for a portion of time and have nurse’s knowledge, I have no physician’s knowledge. All medical lingo and info on the physician level presented here is a mixture of Google and creativeness. So, will it be accurate? Maybe. Should you get medical advice or information from this? Definitely not. Will this be a fun read? Absolutely! So, read for entertainment and not for one hundred percent accuracy. That being said, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy this.
Note II: Italic text is a memory.
Thank you for reading!!! I appreciate the support.
“Snap out of it already,” Willashouted bringing you out of your turbulent thoughts.
“I’m fine.”
It was not entirely a lie, just partially.
“Whatever. You’re still mad and worrying about what happened at the hospital. It happened. Nothing you can do about it now. Plus, it’s not like Evans handed you termination or dismissal papers. He just yelled a little.”
A little? You tried to not roll your eyes at her understatement.
“You’ve heard him chew out other residents before and for far less. What, you thought you were different?”
The reason why you felt this way was because you had thought you were different. Now knowing what you knew, part of you had unconsciously thought you would get away with disobeying him and confronting him. Part of you had expected him to allow you to do what you wanted because that professional line had been crossed—because you now knew he was attracted to you and wanted you.
It was now you just checked yourself and it was a harsh reality.
If he had been any other attending who had told you to work with another resident, you didn’t know if you would have had the courage to blatantly tell him you declined and went ahead and did your own thing. You knew that you probably wouldn’t have had any other choice than to do what was requested of you. The attending was in charge after all.
“Fuck!”
You mentally cursed yourself while you finished applying your lip liner. While part of you knew you were in the right, the other knew you were wrong.
“You’re not an attending yet, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself.
“It’s fine. If he were going to retaliate, he would have already done it and you would have been told by—,” Willa drifted off.
“I won’t know until I go back to work.”
You and Willa exchanged knowing looks.
“You’re fucked.”
“I’m fucked.”
You both said it in unison. You knew the minute you walked into the hospital for your next shift you’d be called into the Chief of Residents’ office and questioned about it if Evans wanted to be stern about it. From the look in his eyes when he spoke to you, you could tell he was annoyed and disappointed in you. Sighing, you dropped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling and wallowed. You knew the right thing—the professional thing to do would be to apologize but right now, professionalism would not prevail over stubbornness.
Willa dropped onto the bed beside you and slapped your exposed thigh. “Are you going to let one mishap keep you in tonight on one of your rare off nights and mornings?”
You made no moves to move.
“When was the last time you had not only a night off but the next morning and afternoon?”
This was the first time in several months. You’d made it a point to take as few as possible days off. While others worked with their next day off in mind, you worked with the next amazing surgery in mind and the best way you thought to do that was to work around the attendings, show them your dedication and killer brain and make them notice you, make them respect you. It had worked up to now. However, tonight you felt your mental health needed a night of debauchery.
Bolting upright, you felt fresh determination. “Fuck no I’m not letting this one mishap ruin my night off!”
Willa cheered beside you and bounced making the bed jerk. “That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s get your ass dressed in something besides scrubs, something that shows a lot more skin and is easier to hike up for some fun!”
You snorted and shook your head. Willa and Sachi made it a point to let you know that if the need was there for them to relieve some pent-up stress their chosen way to do that was one night with a stranger. They said they had done some wild things with just one night allowed and had never had any regrets. No matter how much they raved about the experience of one night stands you never partook. It wasn’t that the idea wasn’t tempting, or you’d never encountered a man who was delicious enough to back it up on in the bathroom of an upscale club it was simply because you didn’t have the confidence.
Because of years and years of a sheltered life and being a very late bloomer, you doubted you had the sex appeal let alone the Mata Hara attitude to successfully pull it off. You were just that awkward. That was why you were in utter shock when Dr. Mooreoon offered her husband’s cock to you, no string attached with the possibility of more—her words.
You were beautiful, duh. You had no doubts about your beauty or attractiveness. How he’d peeped it when the only things you’d ever worn around him were scrubs, long sleeve shirts or sweaters, sneakers, and a high bun, you’d never know. How he even came to the conclusion of wanting you on a sexual level still perplexed you. You’d never done anything sexy around him, never acted coquettish, or like a seductress like many of the other residents and even doctors had. You’d happily kept in the back while the others made fools of themselves because he ignored every single one of their advances and flirtations. It was comical. They acted like the man wasn’t married. Perhaps they’d picked up on something you’d only just been clued into.
Ten minutes later, you’d decided on what to wear, a cute two piece that showed off your midriff and cleavage, ten minutes from then you’d managed to squeeze into it and start the process usually everyone begins when planning a night out that they wanted to be unforgettable. The checklist went something like, hair, makeup, then scent layering. Once you’d finished, nearly forty minutes in total had passed. When you walked out of your bedroom you weredressed, heeled, made up, and smelling like an angel looking to sin. Willa whistled and hollered clearly pleased with all the effort you’d put in tonight.
“There she is. My god, no logical reason why you’re hiding all of that behind scrubs, long sleeves, and sweaters.”
“You do the same thing,” you countered.
“But once the clock says quitting time better believe I am showing all of this off. I worked and dieted too hard for this ass for it not to be appreciated with every strut I take.”
For emphasis, Willa turned to show you her perfectly toned and rounded ass that you could no doubt hold a champagne flute on without so much as a shake. She knew she looked good and had no problem acting like it. You loved that about her. You glanced at your pager and sighed. While you were off, you knew you still had to carry the thing. It was Doctor Life 101, the most basic and foremost rule. Your pager always stays on you or near you. You’d heard of a resident making the rookie mistake and being kicked out of their program without one word from them in defense or rebuttal. It was that important. You having your own life outside of the hospital was no one’s concern; lives were always in the need of saving 24-7.
You stuffed the pager into your clutch along with your phone, your slim bifold wallet that held your credit cards and some cash, your colored lip-gloss, a small vile of your perfume of the night, and your bejeweled police grade tazer that your father had given you when you decided to move out of state. Was it legal? Maybe not. Did he care? Not one bit. The funny thing was he didn’t get it for street safety it was after he’d watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy where the people in the ER were held hostage by four madmen. It was after that episode he spoke to an ex-military friend of his who now owned a private guard company and gifted the pervert dropping weapon to you soon after.
You and Willa made your way downstairs and into the waiting taxi and began your trip to the bar you were meeting Sachi at. As you drove, you and Willa took backseat selfies, posted them to your socials and chattered about how epic you wanted the night to go—well Willa did. You simply nodded along. Willa then proceeded to try to sucker you into posting the picture she’d taken of you at your door that showed off the whole head to toe view. You tried to tell her no but after five or so minutes of her and the Uber driver ganging up on you, eventually you caved. It was Willa though who seized your phone to create her own caption and then post it once you couldn’t do anything about it. When you read the caption your jaw dropped.
IG POST: I like it. I know you love it. Some lucky man finna push up on it! #GirlsNight #CheckOnIt #IAintYoMDTonight #Beauty&Brains #DocByDayBadBitchByNight
When you looked at the post, your jaw dropped. She was bold. It was a quick-ish twelve-minute drive before the Uber pulled up at the club and a few short minutes before you found Sachi who was surprise, surprise there on time and sitting with two familiar faces.
“You guys are finally here,” she elated as she hugged you both. When she pulled away from you, her eyes roamed your body then widened.
“Did Willa pick this?”
You rolled your eyes. “No, I did thank you very much!”
She raised her hand as if to say she meant no offense. “Yayy! This look means one thing you’ve let your bad girl out to play!” She threw her arms around you again completely filled with glee.
The way her and Willa acted, you felt like a prude or their inexperienced virgin friend from the middle of the US of A. Your eyes fell to the faces you knew from the hospital and before you or Willa could talk, Sachi spoke up.
“Before you say anything, they’re cool.Porchamay be head of L&D but she’s super young and only is a hard ass on her L&D residents. As for Vitashe is super cool even though she manages the labs, she’s saved my ass a few times,” Sachipled.
You didn’t care who they were. Dr. Leon was always nice to you and Vita always rushes your labs. You slid onto a stool giving them both warm smiles.
“The more the merrier,” you said.
“I promise, what we see or hear here, stays here. The hospital isn’t any of your complete lives,” Porsha said.
Sachi lifted the glass that you just noticed was in front of her, “I hear that shit!”
You snorted and took in the similar shot glasses in the middle of the table. You grabbed one and hit Sachi’s glass then the others’. You really wanted to let loose tonight. You were tired of being seen as the innocent or prudish friend. Yeah you studied hard and worked even harder, but you could party just like everyone else, and you intended to prove it tonight.
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-3 Hours Later-
“Wooooo! Who knew you could move like this!”
Porcha’s voice behind you rang out just below the undulating boom from the DJ’s speakers. One of her hands were currently on your hip as she moved in sync with you.
“I could say the same for you! Maybe have the moms move like this and you’ll have those babies out in no time!”
She laughed then turned her back to yours. You were currently sandwiched between Porcha and Vita who was in front of you with her hands on her knees winding her ass onto you. The girl had moves too!
“Wooooooo!”
Sachi was in front of her whipping her head around in a circle sending her hair to rotate like the rotors of a helicopter and Willa behind Porcha. The five of you had generated a small circle around you as fellow partiers watched your antics. You’d had more than enough to drink that you didn’t care how much attention was on you. When the song changed to a well-known hip-hop song, you all squealed then turned to each other and began rapping along like your life depended on it and enjoying every second of it.
After a few bars, the DJ shouting you out and the spotlight following to bathe the five of you in more attention made you all go buck wild and pose like you were on a red carpet and waving at fans. The glare of the spotlight had you turning your head slightly hoping to escape the brightness. From the corner of your eye, you saw a face you knew but through the haze of tequila, vodka, Hennessey, and whatever other alcohol you’d been mixing the entire night you couldn’t place from where you knew it. The attractive man with the recognizable face smiled through his look of wow then waved. You flashed a half-hearted smile then turned back around.
It was Sachi who dragged you back to your table and the whole way there you kept trying to place where you’d seen him from. Once you sat, you looked back expecting to still see him, but he was gone.
“What? You looking like you saw a ghost.”
“No, no. You ever see someone you recognize but you don’t remember where you recognize them from?”
“Of course, you remember Rodney?”
You snorted.
“Really, Sachi?”
Rodney was one of Sachi’s boyfriends, and boyfriend was stretching the term. They’d associated with each other for three weeks and the majority of those three weeks was inside his apartment or hers and only to a sexual capacity.
“When we bumped into each other a few weeks ago I could not for the life of me remember where I saw him from.”
“That was just sad Sach—you slept with the man.”
“Girl there was barely any sleeping, and the majority of his time was spent with his head between my legs and my only seeing from his nose up.”
You busted out laughing. Sachi’s candor was always so refreshing and so damned welcomed. As a doctor you would think patients would be forthcoming with details to help figure out what was wrong with them but from experience patients tend to hide details or lie fearing judgement.
You remembered you once had a case where no one could figure out what was wrong with a man fifty-five-year-old man who presented with all the signs and symptoms of a simple vitamin B12 deficiency would be diagnosed by multiple physicians and another hospital with thrombotic thrombocytopenic purpura. At first glance, you saw how everyone thought it was a B12 deficiency. However, the more you dug when everyone wanted to throw in the towel and start him on a more vigorous B12 treatment you found everyone was in fact wrong. The man had something totally different, pseudothrombotic microangiopathy. The B12 deficiency was just the tip of the iceberg for the patient who’d flubbed some information with all the doctors that partially prevented everyone was making an accurate diagnosis quicker.
“Who’d you see?”
“I don’t know and it’s really starting to bug me.”
Just then the Porcha, Willa and Vita returned hands filled with more drinks than were necessary for the five of you. Once they were in the center of the table, Porcha slid random glasses to each of you. A glass with pale yellow liquid and garnished with a pineapple floating at the top of the glass crashed into your palm.
“What’re we drinking to ladies?”
Vita sounded a lot tipsier than she had three hours ago. You smirked. You could see yourself enjoying yourself around these women. You’d stayed away from making any friend groups when you first got to San Fran because interpersonal relationships on a personal level were not your strong suit and because you didn’t want anyone figuring out your secret identity. When people found out you were the daughter of thee hot-shot doctor Sarina Torranaddo and Hughston Prince who owned famed and prized Prince Pharma they tended to either look at you with awe and dollar signs in their eyes or disdain and disgust and jealousy instead.
Sachi and Willa wore you down and you were glad to call them friends. They really took you out of yourself helping you smell the roses and all that shit.
“Music, alcohol and a pretty face to sit on!”
Your jaw dropped at Vita’s follow up comment. Holy shit you thought. Sachi, Willa and Porcha seemed to like the suggestion and audibly showed it while snapping in the air. Each of you knocked back your drinks, wasting no time. As the taste of vodka and pineapple washed over your tongue, in the corners of your mind you remembered a conversation about pineapple then it hit you. When you swallowed the last mouthful of the fruity but strong cocktail you slammed the glass down.
“Pineapple is good for bodily fluids!”
Each of the ladies looked at you with bewilderment.
“That is true, and I am happy with where your head is going Y/N,” Willa voiced.
They each laughed making you roll your eyes. “No. Pineapples. The face, I remember.”
You spun around looking for the face, but the sea of people was too much. Just when you were going to give up and turn back to your group, his face appeared and, in your mind, you swore you heard some sort of holy awakening hymn. He looked good! After a few seconds, your eyes locked and recognition for both you flared. You waved him over with a smile and were pleased to see him excuse himself from his group and saunter over. You noted how different he looked outside of paramedic gear. A man in a uniform looked good but a man who could look good in and out of it was rare.
“Ooh, looks like you found your pretty faced seat,” Sachi sing songed just before he slid up to your table with an even wider smile.
“Now I know you’re not a doctor,” he opened.
You scoffed and sat back in your seat.
“How so?”
You watched him look you over as he licked his bottom lip.
“I’m respectfully looking, and no doctor has ever looked like you.”
The ladies you were with all laughed.
“Ha! What would you do if I said we are all doctors?”
He turned to them then walked around the table sizing them all up and as he did each of them give him a seated pose with a raised brow that possesed more attitude than an eyeroll. When he came back to stand next to you again, you pinched your lips.
“I’m gonna need some ID ladies because gotdamn doctors didn’t look like you when I was a kid.”
You all laughed not bothering to get offended, it was all in lite heartedness and good fun.
“It’s good to see you again.”
You smiled and took up the pineapple in the glass and took a bite. “You too.”
“Pineapple huh.”
“Have you had your serving tonight?”
His face went serious for a few seconds, and you wondered what he was thinking, but before you asked his smile returned—a mischievous one.
“I think I’ve had enough pineapple over the last day or two to equal more than a grown man’s recommended serving size.”
Willa snorted. “Like pineapple or being proactive?”
Her little wink said she saw him crystal clear. He snorted and gave her a shrug in lieu of an answer. That only made her tap the side of her nose.
“Ladies night?”
They all hollered bringing the attention of most of the club patrons nearby.
“All right, all right, love to see a group of beautiful, successful and classy women enjoying life.”
They all smiled at the compliments, no doubt eating them up. You could tell he was a sweet talker and probably easily got his way with women and maybe even had several in line up. You remembered then that you hadn’t introduced him.
“Wow, manners much. Guys this is River, he’s a paramedic at the hospital. River this is Sachi, Willa, Porcha and Vita.”
He shook each of their hands while slightly bowing his head.
“River, what an interesting name,” Vita began.
“You should meet my siblings, Ocean, and Lake.”
You all looked at him unsure if he were being serious. Sensing this, River looked between the five of you and smirked.
“Hand to God serious. I wanna say this was the time everyone was going crazy over nature names, but my mom is different.”
You couldn’t hold it in any longer and a snorted laugh popped out.
“You gotta laugh. Plus I think River grows on you.”
His eyes were on you as he said it, but you couldn’t tell if he were flirting or not. you glanced across to Sachi who smirked and gave you a smug look. She thought he was flirting.
“Can I buy you ladies another drink?”
They all nodded then he looked to me for the final say.
“Whaddya say?”
“As long as it’s not pineapple. Maybe cherry this time, those are also good for fluids.”
You heard the high-pitched gasp and knew it was Willa. River locked eyes with you, smirked then nodded.
“Something cherry it is, doc.”
As he walked away you took a gander after him. He looked good coming but going was also quite a sight.
“Didn’t you say you suck at flirting?”
You snorted and shook your head. “Was that good?”
“Cherries are also good for fluids? Oh my god, girl!”
Porcha gave you a look that said she was impressed by your gall. You couldn’t help but sit up a little straighter. Maybe since being in San Fran your interpersonal skills were getting better.
“There is hope for you still,” Willa added. “He might be the one tonight.”
You rolled your eyes because you had no intention of taking anyone home tonight. Yes, River was hot, looked good in a uniform and most definitely likely looked better naked, had honey lacing his lips by how sweet he talked, and was blessed with a great smile and a nice ass, in the back of your head you couldn’t get one face out of your mind and one proposal strung to him.
You thought back to your encounter in his on-call room.
“I could do whatever I want right now, touch you wherever I want. I could put my mouth all the places I’ve dreamed of. I could be a real scoundrel right now. Is that what you wanted coming in here? Did you want to give into your curiosity?”
You were curious all right. It would be a bold-faced lie to say you weren’t curious about his touch, or how his mouth felt in all the places he’d dreamed of, or how much of scoundrel he had the capacity to be. You were curious and more than half of you wanted to say yes already but something was still holding you back. You could say it was fear of what others would say if they found out, or how you could sleep with someone knowing they were already married and committed to someone else. Could you be that maverick girl? Could you be deep down step so far outside of the person you thought you were—the person you’d always been? Were you brave enough to explore your curiosity?
When River returned his hands were filled with glasses with many colors of liquid filling them.
“All right ladies, I brought one to match each of your outfits, I know how accessorizing is on trend.”
They giggled as they took their glasses that matched their outfits while he slid the glass that was red to you.
“And you—something cherry.”
You smiled and inspected the glass.
“I swear I didn’t do anything to it.”
You smiled knowing he was telling the truth. While he was at the bar though you were in your own thoughts, your eyes were watching, and he had kept the bartender and drinks in view the entire time. You took up the glass and held it in the air.
“Looks strong.”
“Vodka, tequila and a little dark rum.”
“What’s it called?”
River smirked then came to your ear and whispered, “Pop my cherry.”
You immediately snorted and threw your head back to laugh. River joined in.
“I’m so glad you laughed because depending on how you took that I could have ended up with a bloody nose.”
You smiled then leaned to him. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell any of the girls in rotation that your cherry still hasn’t been popped.”
River smiled again lowering his head just a touch. The smell of his cologne still lingered around you. When you took your first sip of the drink, those three different liquors nearly knocked you on your ass, but the crisp tartness of the lime kept you firmly planted on your stool.
“Wow!”
“Good?”
“So good but strong.”
“Good combo.”
You bit your bottom lip just before you took another sip. As your eyes traveled around the club you partook in a bit of people watching. It was a decent crowd tonight and everyone was having a great time and you had to admit you were also having a good time. Before you knew it, you’d finished your drink which was probably way too quick given how much alcohol was in it. Once you put the glass down, your legs begged you to get back on the dance floor.
“Let’s dance.”
River looked surprised by your suggestion, but he didn’t turn you down. Offering his hand, River waited for you to take it and once you did, he yanked you off the stool to him so quickly you crashed to his chest.
“I hope you can keep up.”
The music changed to a spicy, upbeat Latin mix and River immediately pulled you along as he scurried to the dance floor.
“Do you salsa?”
“Si!”
River smiled widely then took his place holding his hand out to you. Wasting no time, you took it and allowed him to lead you into a saucy and flirtatious salsa. You were stunned to find that he was very good at the salsa. Damn, you thought, he can dance too. Unfair. River spun you so your back faced his chest then spun you back around before he pushed you out to pull you in. It was then your hysterical laugh took over.
“Oh my god, you’re a dancing king.”
“Maybe I should have warned you.”
“Ya’ think!”
His laugh was deep and genuine. “Regretting your decision to dance with me?”
His deep brown eyes looked different now than they had before. It was like a flame was alit behind them, giving them a sparked look. It was hypnotizing.
“Not at all. I can dance too.”
“Show me!”
He pushed you out and the two of you really began to show off. After a few moves the crowd backed up bringing all their eyes to the two of you setting the dancefloor on fire. You both noticed but you didn’t care. His eyes remained on you feeding your ego and self-confidence with every move you laid out for him. When he spun you out and went for a solo, you stood there and watched. The way he moved screamed in control and confident.
It was clear that he knew he was attractive, clear that he knew he had the moves but there was something else about him you couldn’t place and that bothered you. The crowd cheered when he whipped out a back flip and stuck it. You couldn’t believe your eyes. River stood there and motioned for you to give it your best shot. He was cocky and it was attractive. This was another revelation for you as to what attracted you. This was the second man who’d showed a spark of cockiness and for both men you were intrigued by.
You took center stage and tapped into your inner Selena for moves, your inner Celia Cruz for personality and your inner Mata Hara for sexiness. Now was not the time to clam up. As you winded your hips and hit a sultry belly dance the onlookers clapped and shouted and that was all you needed for your head to blow up. You added in some tricky foot work speeding up when the DJ’s track went into bachata territory then rounded out with a shimmy that sent your friends in a tizzy. Across from you, River looked impressed and more than attracted.
“Okay, you got moves. Let’s fire it up!”
You scurried over to him expecting to continue with moves similar to the ones you’d done before but to your shock, River wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you and swung you around making the entire room spin. Your scream turned into a laugh, a laugh that River joined in on. As he put you down, his hand gripped your hips steadying you and making you realize just how large his hands were. Jeez, you thought. The man had it all.
He spun you out and in once, twice, and a third time then pulled you to him. Feeling it, you lifted your leg and wrapped it around his leg. River’s eyes widened and his hand dropped to that leg and held you at your thigh. The entire club screamed, shouted, cheered, and clapped then approached patting you both on your backs complimenting you both on your moves. River set you up and clapped pointing at you. From a split in the crowd, you caught a glimpse of steely, scrutinizing electric blue eyes that you’d be able to identify anywhere. Immediately your stomach fell, and you almost had to check it had fallen out of your body—almost.
A few bodies blocked your view and you actually bobbed from side to side trying to see. A hand on your waist brought your attention to the tall, hard body that you’d been all over for the last twoish minutes. His eyebrows were hooded and eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah—yeah, I’m good.”
Even though you were saying the words you were still trying to peep around him to see if you’d actually seen him.
“Girl, you killed it. Wow, talk about moves.”
You gave our friends a small smile while trying to stop yourself from looking anymore.
“Me? River must secretly be Maluma or Alejandro Sanz or something.”
They laughed and began walking back to your table. River stopped just before you got to the table and looked down at his phone before his demeanor completely changed.
“Something wrong?”
“Yeah. Damn! I—I have to go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I—I’m actually the designated driver tonight for my friends and looks like we’re on the move.”
It was now you just realized he hadn’t brought over a drink for himself when he bought you and your friends drinks. He hadn’t smelled like alcohol at all.
“Okay,” you began.
“Like, I really wish I didn’t have to go now. That was a lot of fun—you’re fun.”
You smiled, trying to stave off your embarrassment from his admission.
“You’re a lot of fun too, River, but I understand. You gotta go.”
The look that rushed across his face was one you couldn’t place, it almost looked like disappointment. Was he disappointed you were being so blasé?
“Okay. So uh–,” he began as you spoke.
“Thanks for the drinks. I’ll see you around.”
Again, that look appeared before he nodded and looked to your friends. He gave them a wave and a smile then walked off.
“Girl that was cold,” Vita said.
“Cold? What?”
“Please tell me you saw how into you he was,” Porcha added.
“We were having fun,” you defended feebly.
“Yeah and he was probably expecting you to exchange numbers,” Willa said.
You looked after him in the direction he walked off and began to second guess yourself.
“Really?”
Your friends nodded then looked away as if they couldn’t believe how you’d managed to fuck that up. Just as you were about to admonish yourself those same steely eyes appeared locking onto yours. He was here, in this club, tonight of all nights. From the way he was looking at you, it was possible he’d seen your dance. There was something cold in them, but though they were cold there was something else about the way he looked at you, something that made your gut heat and flame.
This man made your body tingle without touching you. He lifted his glass and drank down the dark liquor never taking his eyes off of you. When you saw him snake his tongue out to lick his lips, you mirrored the action. He bit his lip, you did too. When you saw the cocky smirk, you knew he was toying with you.
You watched his eyes leave yours and travel down your body and the tight clench told you everything you needed to know. He liked what he saw. Everything in you wanted to toy with him, so you did. Crossing your legs, you accentuated the curve of your thighs and the point of your toes giving him a glimpse of the killer body that Sachi always complimented you on.
Across the room, Chris took a deep breath in. From how slowly his chest rose you knew it was a slow, deliberate one—one of purpose. He slouched in the booth seat and the darkness underneath the table barely afforded you any sight but thanks to a slight adjustment of his body a sliver of light showed you that there was a bulge in those dark slacks he wore.
He was turned on. The thought of it made you squirm and the knowledge that you were wet from this was a shock. Who the hell were you right now? Chris shook his head then stood from the booth and you were able to now see that he was hard. The look on his face said he didn’t care that you knew it, it said he wanted you to know. He finished his drink then walked off getting lost in the crowd.
Blowing out a breath you slouched a little. You were done for the night and ready to go home to relive this newly found itch that was beginning to consume you. It was such a consuming itch that you were about to the point where you were ready to scream yes for more reasons than a much-needed release.
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Summary:You and Chris get to know each other better over a flirty friendly lunch.
Warnings: Fluff, spinkle of Angst, Profanity, phonetic spelling of words said in a Boston accent because I needed a laugh
Notes:Hey loves! Hope you all are well! It’s been a while— praying I didn’t forget how to write too bad and y’all enjoy this installment lol. Little FYI: I’m basing the reader’s music off of that of Banks and SZA. Before you dive in, set themood with the moodboard + musicspecially curated to go with this part! Read the previous part here.
The GPS said the drive from the museum to the restaurant would be… well, you were distracted from that bit of information. Not that it would matter. Chris keeps making turns against the suggested route, citing that this was “his city” and that he’s a “real Boston boy”.
What you do know is that the talking and laughing with Chris made the car ride seem all too short. Pointing out familiar streets and landmarks, he lit up telling you his childhood stories laced within the city. Pardon, his city. The glint in his eyes and excitement in his voice sent tiny sparks up your spine, but you did your best to ignore it.
Chris tried to guess where you had the two of you going for lunch. You, however, wouldn’t give in to his guesses. Eventually, you arrive at a market of sorts, a culture clash of small businesses and patrons. It’s in an area Chris is familiar with, but he never thought much of coming to.
“I thought we were going to a restaurant?” Chris inquires, not seeing a food establishment from his spot in the driver’s seat.
You puff out your jaw, squint your eyes, and proceed with your best ‘Godfather’-like impersonation as you tell Chris,“I thought you would’ve learned to stop asking me questions by now, hm.”
“That… was horrible.” Chris’ deadpan causes you to giggle in response.
“I know! Now c’mon; I’m starved!” You draw out as you reach to let yourself out of the car.
“Woah, woah, hold on,” Chris stops you with a gentle hand on your arm. You questioningly look over your shoulder at him. He unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car. Settling back into your seat with a huff of delighted shock, you realize what he’s doing.
Chris jogs to your door, the returning drizzle giving him a sense of urgency. He opens the door for you then offers his upturned, open hand for you to choose to take. You hesitate for a millisecond before obliging, delicately placing your smaller hand in his large palm.
You’re unsure of the last time anyone was this… chivalrousto you. Trying not to dwell on it too long, you give him a soft-spoken ‘thank you’. Chris responds with an equally soft ‘of course’. You both find it difficult to meet each other’s eyes, missing the shy smile the other is sporting.
“Lead the way,” Chris gently prompts with a hand extended in the market’s direction.
Mildly busy, the market is livened by business people, college students, housewives and househusbands alike. Store fronts of small businesses ranging from sustainable fashion to high-end housewares line the long cobble stone path, accented by fairy lights for added whimsy. Chris curiously takes in the sights from beneath a low baseball cap and hoodie. He’s sure to not let his eyes linger too long for fear of locking with anyone.
Meanwhile, you’re walking with purpose, leaving a distracted Chris behind. He catches up when he notices you turn a corner in his periphery. When he follows the path you took, he finds you by a green, white, and red beaded archway.
You pause and look up at Chris, a playful grin on your lips that makes his heart skip a beat. He’s looking down at you, brows raised with utter anticipation. You think this might be your favorite expression on him. You pull back and step through the beaded entrance, Chris following suit closely behind you.
“Woah…” It was almost as if that small act of stepping over the threshold transported you both to Sicily. The faint notes of Italian standards play in the background as Chris gawks at the charming restaurant.
The mostly occupied dining area is quaint, housing about 10 tables max, including a couple of booths. The walls are decorated with floor-to-ceiling built-in shelves of libations from Italy. The alcohol display is interrupted by creeping vert vines that add that little bit of spice to the space.
As a waiter walked by, Chris breathed in deeply, the warm aroma of marinara sauce, freshly baked bread and Italian spices filled his nose and lungs.
“How’d you manage to find the one Italian restaurant in the greater Boston area I’ve never been to, much less heard of?”
“Hmmm… must not be as much of a Boston boy as you think,” you say with a wink, and Chris scoffs through his lopsided smirk.
“There she is!” a bellowing voice familiar to you draws yours and Chris’ attention away from each other. Chris looks on as the short, husky man pulls you in for a cheek-to-cheek kiss. “It’s been too long! Mi sei mancata la faccia!”
“Charlie, you know I have no idea what you’re saying, but I like the way you say it!” You share a laugh with your Uber driver-turned-friend. “And what do you mean ‘it’s been too long’! I was just here last week.”
“5 days ago to be exact. 5 days since you, ya castmates… most importantly ya directah,” Charlie stresses lustfully in his strong Boston accent, “have swarmed Ma’s restaurant. Whassup with that, huh?”
“The real question here is what’s up with your crush on Sonya, huh?” you tease him. Charlie’s smitteness with your director has not gone unnoticed.You can practically see the hearts forming in his eyes at this moment.
“I doan know what ya tawkin about.”
“Uh-huh,sure.”
“Enough abowut it! Let’s get ya seated and you can tell me who’s ya new friend,” Charlie says, motioning to Chris.
When you’re seated in a corner booth by a rainy window, you introduce the two men.“ This is Chris, my, uh…um…” You hadn’t really thought about what to call your relationship with Chris. It’s been… rockyup until this point, and while you’ve been friendly, you’re certainly not friends. Not yet, at least.
Chris notices and understands your hesitance, a small part of him hoping it’s because you don’t want to friend-zone him. “It’s alright, don’t worry your pretty, little head about it,” he teases you, earning him an eye roll. “We’re… acquaintances, right?”
“Right! Acquaintances… I guess?” It didn’t feel right, a little too impersonal, but you’ll roll with it for now.
“‘Acquaintances’?” Charlie sizes Chris up, a comical sight considering the dramatically different statues of the two men. He tilts his head and squints at Chris’ face, his expression melting from intimidation to inquisition. Chris tenses, knowing the look he’s being given all to well. “Been here before, Chris? You look mighty familiah…”
“Umm… no… I don’t… don’t believe so,” Chris answers almost timidly. The avoidant gaze into the plastic covered menu, the heated cheeks that shone the same color as a tomato— you know thatlook all too well. You decide to do what you hoped someone would do for you.
“He’s just got one of those faces! But um, I’m ready to order if you are?” you try to deflect. Charlie doesn’t think much of it and takes down your meal decisions, but that small act means the world to Chris. He mouths ‘thank you’ from across the booth, and you smile and tip your head in a slight nod, sure he would’ve done the same for you.
You order your usual, spaghetti with veganmeatballs, and a glass of the house white wine. Chris has what you’re having except he’s ordered a “tonic”, which you learned the hard way the other night is Bostonian for soda. Charlie is back promptly with your drinks and breadsticks and ensures that your food will arrive shortly with a small smirk on his face that you don’t think too much of.
It’s quiet at your table for quite some time. Both you and Chris take small sips from your glasses, nibble at the garlic-y bread, look out the window and around the restaurant. As you do so, you run through a list of conversation starters in your head but you’ve deemed them all too dumb, too boring or too invasive. Why the hell do I care so much? You glance up at Chris and wonder if he’s going through the same irrational inner turmoil you are. Maybe he’s not, or maybe he’s overcome his when he finally breaks the silence.
“So, um… how long have you been a vegan?”
“Um… how long have we been shooting this movie? My character— she’s very, uh… power to the people— and plants,” You chuckle out. “Figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try myself. Go a little method,” you say with a shrug.
Chris waves his breadstick at you as he asks, “You believe in all that methodstuff?”
“I don’t know… I’m really new to this whole acting thing, but I guess I just like the idea of really connecting with this character in every way I can. She reminds me so much of myself at that age.”
“How so?” Chris presses on.
“She’s…sure. She’s sure of herself… of her judgements and decisions. She’s sure of her hand in her own success. And that breeds this really un-fuck-with-able confidence in her that if I had an ounce of, it’d be over for you hoes,” you end with a slow nod and look off into the distance.
Chris laughs at your dramatics, but it dawns on him what you’ve shared. “Wait… you’re telling me that’s not you now? I mean, I know I’ve only known you a short time, but you seem pretty un-fuck-with-ably confident to me.”
“Ha! Guess I’m a better actress than I thought,” you mutter. Chris knows it’s meant to be a joke, but watching as you fiddled with the rings on your finger, his chest tightened. A look of sympathy must’ve shown on his face, because you start to wish you hadn’t said anything at all. Did I just overshare? God, I thought I outgrew that.
To save you from your minor embarrassment is Charlie with the same smirk from earlier. He gently places the order in the center of your table, and you finally understand what his face was trying to give away earlier.
“We’re, uh… runnin’ low on plates…” is Charlie’s half-baked explanation. “Buon appetito!” he offers before hastily leaving.
Sat between you and Chris was the meal you ordered, yes, but on the single largest plate you think you’ve everseen. One plate of spaghetti for two people— two practical strangers— to share. The embarrassment just won’t stop, will it?
Elbow perched on the table, your hand acts as a visor of sorts on your forehead as you massage away the headache forming at your temple. You can’t see Chris, just hear him chuckling and breathing out an “oh man…” under his breath. His fork comes into view as he twirls the pasta onto it. You peek under your hand up at him.
“What? Not gonna just look at it!” Chris insists. “Now, let’s see what this vegan meatball is about… DAMN! That tastes legit!” You giggled at his enthusiasm and felt your tension melt away.
You began to dig in as well. It was fine, normal even, for a few moments. You could almost forget you’re sharing one big ass plate of pasta with one of Hollywood’s most sought after stars at a hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant. Yep, verynormal. As long as I keep from oversharing the rest of this afternoon, everything should be fine… you thought to yourself.
“Tell me… how are you liking Boston?” Chris asks.
“It’s fine.”
“‘Fine’?! Just fine.”
“It’s great Chris, no need to get your panties in a twist. But, ya know… It’s just not…”
“Home? Yeah, I get that. Where’s home for you?”
“Um… well I guess home has never been a single place for me. It’s with people I love, as cheesy as that sounds. Home is where my heart is…” you trail off as you remember you shouldn’t share too much.
“And your heart is with family, friends… a boyfriend…?” Chris slips in.
“What is this? 20 questions?” You quip as you sip on your white wine.
“Maybe… if you want. You can ask me something.”
“Hmm… Ok…” You ponder over what to ask him as you twirl your pasta around your fork. “What is… mm no. How about… nah, wait.” Chris huffs impatiently as he awaits your first question. “Ok! I got it!”
“Alright, lay it on me.” Your breath hitches at his word choice and you hope doesn’t notice. Why’d he have to say it like that?! You clear your throat and ask your question.
“What’s your favorite song of mine?”
“Really?That’syour question? So conceited…”
You giggle before explaining, “Well, I only ask ‘cos a little Scottie told me he saw you, and I quote, ‘full on rocking out’ to one of my songs. I’m just curious which one it was.” You sip on your straw and peer up at Chris, watching for his reaction.
Chris groans, covering his face while sinking down the booth seat. You can’t hear too much of what he’s saying behind his hands and over your laughter, but it sounds like he’s cursing Scott’s name. When he finally restores some gumption, he places his hands on his napkin, eyes fixated on his fingertips picking at the dampened corners. Teeth sunk into your bottom lip, you try your best to bite back your amusement to not further Chris’s obvious embarrassment.
“Ok…” Chris sighs out, “ I’ll admit it! I’m man enough to own up to it,” he shrugs. “Yes, I was ‘full on rocking out’ to your music. You’re amazing at what you do.”
Your face heats up, not expecting the compliment. You don’t know what to say. It’s not like you’ve never heard it before. In fact you’ve heard it a lot the past couple of years, you’d thought you’d become numb to it. Yet, for some reason, sitting across from Chris, his eyes looking tenderly into yours, the compliment you’ve heard a million times before just… hits different. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
You clear your throat and break eye contact with Chris. “You still haven’t answered my question, though…”
“Right! Hold on…” Chris says as he fishes his phone from his front pocket. He scrolls through his music app to find the playlist he’s made of his favorite songs of yours. Your cheeks burn even more intensely as you watch. “‘Gemini Feed’ is my favorite to dance to; hands down! But I also really love ‘Drew Barrymore’; it’s fun… but sad, ya know? What am I saying; of course youknow; it’s your song!”
You giggle in somewhat disbelief of watching Chris motherfucking Evans geek out over yoursongs!
“Well… this is a rare opportunity I have, to talk to the artist herself, that is. So, I have to ask, how did that song come about? From personal experience, I suppose?”
“Yeah… um, gosh. You want the full or abridged version of the story?”
“Full! Are you kidding me?!”
“Ok, ok! Well, it was right before my album was set to come out, and my boyfriend-at-the-time dumped me,” you laugh lightly at the now-funny memory. “After weeks of heated arguments and projecting his career insecurities on to me, he picked his final fight with me about how I was “acting too famous for him” and just ended things.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah… It completely caught me off guard. I couldn’t think straight in the studio that day, so I ended the session earlier and went to a party, per my best friend-slash-manager’s coercion. She’s a bad influence.”
“I like her style! Did the party help?” Chris asked.
“Well, it was on the higher-end of house parties, and I just wasn’t used to being around such an expensive lifestyle yet. But guess who was there because why wouldn’t he be?,” you exhale and roll your eyes as you reminisce.
Chris leaned in with intrigue. “The Ex?”
“Mm-hm. In my standard walk-in-the-party-scan of the room, I spot him. I should’ve known because that party was very much his scene, but what I wouldn’t have guessed is that he’d be there with some other woman.”
“What?!”
You nod your head as you proceed to spill the tea to Chris. “This dude is there with another woman, after being out of a relationship for all of 8 hours. I think the worst part is that she looked nothing like me. Like, imagine the complete opposite of me to the hottest power, that was who was hanging all over that idiot.”
“Heis a total idiot for letting you go.” You don’t know what to say to Chris’ statement and quite honestly forgot where you were, what you were talking about… “What happened next?”
“Right! We locked eyes for a moment and there wasn’t anything from him. No emotion at all. Like, he didn’t care that our relationship just ended. But then I had the thought that maybe we’d been over for a while and I had just been too distracted to realize and accept the party was over.”
“Jimi peeped what was up and got me out of there. I hoped that we could go home so that I could cry on her shoulder all night. Instead, she dragged me to a real house party. I so badly wanted to pity myself, but the energy there was too infectious to not enjoy; it felt like a 90s movie!”
“The next day, I went through my crazy ass camera roll, and I couldn’t help but… smile… and laugh! Then I thought about him, and how stupidhe made me feel, and I don’t know… I kinda put all these weird, conflicting emotions into this one song, and felt better afterwards. Like I was turning a page.”
Chris didn’t immediately say anything, taking in the very personal story you shared. The somewhat unfortunate event that fueled his favorite lyrics. He looked at you carefully and quietly. However kind he looked in this moment, it didn’t matter much to the creeping thoughts in your mind.
The silence made you self-conscious. You took inventory of your physical, how your face was hot, how your chest felt tight. Your left hand had somehow migrated into Chris’ right hand in the middle of the table. “I, uh— my bad…” you start as you take back your hand.
Chris quickly grabs your hand before it gets too far. “Thank you for sharing that story with me… and your music with the world. Your confidence in your vulnerability is really fucking inspiring. Thank you. Seriously, thank you,” he gives your hand a gentle squeeze for emphasis. He’s looking at you with a boyish smile and tilted head that makes you break down and smile at him, too.
“Thank you,” you return, just barely above a whisper.
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You and Chris spent the rest of your time at L'amore Della Madre exchanging stories of love lost and life wins, sharing loud laughs and silent signs of admiration. To anyone on the outside looking in, it may have seemed like two had known each other longer than you actually have.
“I gotta say, I don’t like this,” Charlie whispers to you. He pulled you aside for a moment to say your goodbyes, while Chris waited for you outside. “Mostly becahse it was supposed to be my jahb to set you up with a nice Italian boy, but you’ve brought your own,” he says with a smirk.
“Oh, no! It’s not like that! Chris and I aren’t— wait… how’d you know he’s part Italian?“
“I have my sources… which may be the wait staff who are big fans of the guy. Here this is from them,” Charlie hands you a to-go box.”It’s tiramisu… for two,” he winks.
“Oh my god! I told you, we–”
“Will thank me at your wedding!” Charlie says as he waves you out of the door to the sidewalk where Chris is waiting.
“Wedding? Who’s getting married?” Chris asks.
You let out a sigh and shake your head. “Nobody. Want dessert?”
You and Chris small talk and walk and eat tiramisu on your way to the car. It was nice. It was normal. It felt… real. You didn’t realize how much you needed and missed small, yet meaningful moments like this until right now.
The pair of you stop in front of a pet shop window and watch the puppies play together for a moment. You pointed out a pair of snuggled up puppies to Chris. “Hey, they kinda look like us!”
Chris chuckles when he looks, “They do!” A chocolate brown puppy and a tannish-white one lie peacefully in one another’s presence without a care for the world on the other side of the glass. The tannish-white one starts to lick and nudge at the chocolate brown one, eliciting what you made out to be a sleepy smile from the brown pup. You don’t know why, but witnessing such intimacy causes you and Chris to straighten, fidgeting and giggling nervously.
“I had fun today.”
“As did I. You’re better company than I thought you’d be,” you joke.
“Uh… thanks?” He answers reluctantly, causing you to giggle. “Maybe we could… hang out again sometime…?”
“Maybe we could.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.” There’s a beat of silence as you and Chris hold each other’s gaze. “So… you wanna take my number down?” you prompt him.
“Right! Right. Yeah, I should probably do that…” Chris stammers as he pulls out his phone. You take it from him, replacing it with your phone. You put in your number along with taking a silly picture for your contact, and he does the same.
Chris laughs at your shared child-like humor, and you revel in the moment. It was nice. It was normal. It was the first time you’d felt unmistakably connected with someone without feeling anxious of their motives or what the world thought of it in a very long time.
Time moved slowly when you were with Chris, it seemed to good to real life. But just like that, a flash snaps you and Chris out of your daze and back to reality.
You both look in the direction of the camera flash to find a young woman trying to pretend she didn’t just take a picture of the two of you. Chris turns back to you but doesn’t meet your eyes. Instead his head is hung low as he says “I really… hatethat shit.”
“Preaching to the choir.” Chris looks up to your face, your gaze steady in the general direction of the perpetrator. “Makes me feel like an animal in a cage.” You say.
This is why Chris doesn’t mind celebrity companionship. You get it. You understand this strange aspect of his life that not many other people truly do. You also get the value of normalcy and privacy… and leaving when the party’s over.
“Let’s get out of here.” You say coldly and walk in the direction of the car.
Chris was baffled, to say the least. This was usually the part where you talk about how “fans” will cross invisible boundaries just because they know your face and name. However, you seemed uninterested in trauma bonding.
You were already buckled in when Chris caught up to you in the car. The energy the entire drive to your sister’s brownstone was… off. Nothing like it was earlier in the day. A simple flash changed your mood, and Chris was aching for it to go back to before. But no joke, or crank of the radio volume seemed to work.
When Chris pulls up to the curb, you immediately hop out, mumbling a final thank you to him.
“Hey,” Chris grabs your wrist gently, halting you, “You get kinda used to it. Ya know… after a while,” he says hoping you’d find comfort in his words.
You look down at where his hand was wrapped around your wrist. “Yeah… that’s what I’m afraid of… but thanks anyway.” Taking back your wrist from Chris, you turn to walk to the front door.
Chris is calling after you. He doesn’t want to be emotionally intrusive, but he hopes you’ll give him a chance to understand you. Help you. Comfort you. If only she’d turn around. You can’t bear to look back at Chris. It will only remind you of everything good today, and why you can’t have it.
Slow Burn Part 7 is coming verysoon bbs here’s a little preview:
You pause and look up at Chris, a playful grin on your lips that makes his heart skip a beat. He’s looking down at you, brows raised with utter anticipation. You think this might be your favorite expression on him. You pull back and step through the beaded entrance, Chris following suit closely behind you.
“Woah…”
I hope that piques your interest without giving too much away gonna post the playlist tmrw, so if you have any cute/sweet/“I may have a crush on you… idk yet” song suggests, let me know!
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?
