A couple of hours later Andy opened his front door and loosened his tie. He wasn’t looking forward to the conversation he was about to have.
“Why did, Y/N, get out of your car?” Laurie asked as she appeared in the doorway.
Andy chewed the inside of his cheek as he looked at her. “Something happened at her store.”
“And why does that concern you?” She asked coldly.
“Leonard Patz, showed up there, buying flowers for his friend, Ben.” Andy explained. “Then, someone slashed her tyres and to top it off, that guy that’s been stalking us, is now also following her.” He glared at her. “That’s why it concerns me, Laurie.”
Laurie looked at him worried, gulping before she cleared her throat. “Do you know who, slashed her tyres?” She asked.
Andy’s brow creased as he shook his head. “The police are looking in to it, but they’re worried about her safety now so, she’s staying here tonight.” Andy turned his back and walked into hi office putting his brief case down on his desk.
“Excuse me?” Laurie followed. “I don’t think she is.”
Andy huffed, “And why not, Laurie? The police are worried that someone could be trying to hurt her.”
Laurie rolled her eyes. “Always playing the victim, isn’t she.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Why would anyone want to hurt her?”
Andy shrugged. “I don’t know. But why would, Leonard Patz, go to her store? Why is that guy watching her all day? Why would someone slash her tyres? I don’t, know! But they have and someone did, and the police are worried about her… I’m, worried about her.”
“What’s going on?” Jacob asked as he stepped off the bottom step. “Why are you shouting?”
“Nothing, honey, your father and I, were just having a discussion.” Laurie turned to smile at Jacob.
Jacob frowned and looked at Andy, “Dad? Who are you worried about?”
Andy drew in a deep breath as he looked at his son, debating whether he should tell him or not. He didn’t need to look at Laurie to know she was glaring at him, hoping he’d keep his mouth shut. But Andy couldn’t not tell Jacob, you were Jacob’s friend just as much as his. “How would you feel about, Y/N, spending the night?”
“Andy.” Laurie snapped at him. “You are not involving him in this, he’s just a child.”
Andy ignored her. “Would you be bothered?”
Jacob shook his head. “No, but why would she need to?” Jacob shrugged.
“The police are worried about her safety. Someone slashed her tyres whilst she was at work today.” Andy explained briefly not wanting to fully explain to his son what had gone on.
“What? Why would someone do that?” Jacob asked.
Andy shrugged, “I’m not sure, but the police have reason to believe she’s not safe on her own and asked if she could stay here whilst they watch her place.”
“Oh,” Jacob went quiet. “Is it because of me?”
“No.” Laurie placed her hand on his shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about, okay?” She glared at Andy.
“Do you think it’s because of me, dad? Because she’s on my side?” Jacob asked Andy.
Andy took a deep breath, “It could be, Jacob, I’m not gonna lie.”
“Andy!” Laurie snapped at him.
“It’s okay, mom.” Jacob shook her hand off. “I want, Y/N, to be safe, so she should be here. After everything she’s done for us, we should look out for her.”
Andy smiled proudly at his son. “That’s very kind and grown up of you, Jacob, I’m proud of you.” Andy placed his hand on his shoulder.
Laurie huffed, “For heaven’s sake, so you’re going to put our family at risk instead.”
Andy frowned at Laurie. “What are you talking about?”
“You said she wasn’t safe, so being here means we won’t be safe.” Laurie glared at him. “I don’t want her here.”
“Laurie, I wouldn’t put us at risk but, Y/N, is all on her own.” Andy sighed, “She’s our friend, Laurie.”
“NO!” Laurie snapped. “She’s your friend, Andy, not mine.”
Andy’s eyes widened as he looked at an equally shocked Jacob.
“Pack a bag, Jacob.” Laurie pushed him towards the bottom of the stairs.
“What? Why?” He frowned at her.
“We’re not staying here tonight if your father insists on choosing her the safety of this family.” Laurie sent Andy a cold look.
Andy closed his eyes as he let out a frustrated sigh. “I am not, choosing her over you! She’s not safe on her own, Laurie, why can’t you understand that?”
“I don’t want go, mom. Dad’s, right.” Jacob stood on the bottom step.
“Now, Jacob!” Laurie shouted at him.
Jacob glared at her before looking at Andy with a pleading look.
Andy shook his head as he glared at Laurie. “Go on son, do as your mother says.”
Jacob huffed and ran off upstairs as Andy and Laurie glared at each other in silence until they heard Jacob’s door slam shut.
“I thought you were a good person, Laurie, I really did, but right now, I’ve never been more ashamed of you.” Andy turned his back to her and walked over to his desk.
“Right now, I don’t really care what you think.” She spat at him before slamming the door shut.
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As you sat on the edge of your bed with your overnight bag packed by your feet, you finally took a minute to yourself.
You weren’t sure how to feel. You felt guilty, for letting yourself be so stupid and fall in love with a married man. But then again, you knew Andy wasn’t happy anymore, not with Laurie and you were pretty sure Laurie felt the same, only she wouldn’t admit it. Then there’s the whole Leonard Patz thing, your tyres being slashed and the guy that had been watching you. You hadn’t felt this scared to be alone since your ex-husband was in the picture.
You were thankful for when Andy offered you to stay the night in his guest room, because then you wouldn’t be on your own. But were you really about to do this? Spend a night under the same roof with a man you’ve found yourself falling in love with and have kissed twice, his wife who hates your guts and their son.
There was no doubt about it, you were a horrible human being.
You quickly squashed all your feelings down and grabbed your things before heading over to Andy’s house before you could talk yourself out if going. As you walked up to Andy’s front door you couldn’t shake the feeling you were being watched, so you looked over your shoulder and there he was. You froze as you and the man stared at each other. How was he not fazed by being spotted?
“Jacob, lets go!” Laurie shouted as she pulled the front door open. She glared at you, only stopping momentarily before barging past you and over to her car without a word to you.
You frowned as you looked back at Jaocb as he walked out of the front door with a bag. “Hey.” You smiled.
“Hey,” He returned your smile. “You okay? Dad, told me about your tyres.”
You looked at Andy behind him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m cool.”
“M'sorry.” Jacob frowned as he looked down. “It’s all my fault.”
“No, Jacob, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You reached out and patted his shoulder.
“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this mess.” He shook his head. “So, I’m sorry.”
You smiled warmly at him, “You’re a good kid, Jacob, I hope you know that.”
“Jacob, let’s go!” Laurie shouted through the rolled down window. “Now.”
Jacob huffed and said goodbye to you and Andy before walking over to Laurie’s car.
“Where they off to?” You asked Andy as you entered the house with him.
Andy let out a heavy breath, “A hotel. Laurie, needed space.” He frowned, looking at you. “And don’t start blaming yourself, Y/N.” He said before you could open your mouth. “This is a, Laurie, problem, not yours.”
You nodded keeping your mouth shut as you looked down to the two bags in your hands. “Oh, I bought over some groceries I had that I was gonna make dinner with, I thought I could cook as a thank you.” You smiled at him.
Andy smiled excitedly as he took them from you. “That sounds, amazing.” His belly grumbled at the prospect of something other than takeout. “But you didn’t need to do that.”
You shrugged, “It’s the least I can do…” You smiled, your cheeks beginning to blush. “Hmm, do you mind if I shower? Kinda want to wash away today, if you know what I mean.”
Andy nodded, “Sure. I’ll take you up and show you where you can put your things.” He placed the groceries down before leading you upstairs. Andy cleared his throat as he pushed open a door. “This is the guest room,” He looked back at you and nodded over to another door. “That’s Jacob’s, the bathroom is there and that’s… Where I sleep.” He paused as he looked at the room he shared with Laurie. He quickly cleared his throat, “There’s towels in that cupboard and, there should be some things in there for you to use.” He gave you a warm smile before closing the door.
You let out a deep breath as you dropped onto the end of the bed. What were you doing?
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Andy sat in his office, silently brooding as he watched the CCTV footage from the building next to your store. The police officer whom was working the case had sent it to him. The footage showed the person that had slashed your tyres, clear as day and he was beyond pissed off.
“Hey,” You appeared in the doorway with a smile. “Hungry?” You asked.
Andy nodded with a smile, liking the feeling he got when he saw you fresh out of the shower in his home, “Starving.” He stood up and closed his laptop. “I’m gonna shower real quick but I’ll be back down shortly and I’ll give you a hand.” He quickly ran upstairs before you could answer.
He walked into his bedroom and shut the door as he pulled his cell out and dialled Laurie’s number. He began to pace back and forth as it dialled, getting more and more angrier as he waited.
“What do you want, Andy?” Laurie asked coldly.
“Where’s, Jacob?”
“Playing his game in the other room.” She answered.
“Good, I want to talk to you.” Andy gritted his teeth.
“We’re not coming home, Andy.”
“I don’t want you to come home.” Andy snapped at her. “Not after what you’ve done.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, Laurie.” Andy balled his fist up as he began Gan to pace back and fourth again.
“DON’T LIE TO ME!” Andy shouted. “I know what you did to, Y/N’s, car. There’s CCTV footage of you, Laurie. I know it was you.”
Laurie was silent for a moment before she let out a frustrated sigh. “… I can explain.”
“What were you thinking?” Andy asked.
“I wasn’t, okay. My head is all over the place and–”
“Don’t give me that, Laurie. You knew what you were doing. You were thinking about yourself.” Andy spat.
“How dare you say that? I was thinking about us–”
“NO!” Andy shouted. “You were thinking about yourself, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have done this.”
“You can’t say that, Andy!”
“I can, because I know for a fact, you weren’t thinking about, Jacob. Do have any idea how bad this is going to reflect on him?” Andy stood in the middle of the room defeated.
“What do you mean? You can make this go away, Andy.”
Andy let out a dry chuckle, “How am I supposed to do that? The police are involved.”
“You can talk to, Y/N, for me. She’s your friend. She’ll listen to you. Please. Tell her about it looking bad on, Jacob.” Laurie pleaded.
Anger boiled up inside Andy again. “You should apologise to her, Laurie.”
She huffed, “I am not, apologising to her.”
Andy ground his teeth. “Why not?”
“Because it’s her fault, okay. She deserved it.” Laurie snapped.
“How? She’s done nothing wrong. She’s been nothing but a loyal and caring friend to, Jacob and me. Hell, she’s even been all those things and more towards you, even when you’ve been nothing but a spiteful bitch towards her.” Andy spat.
Laurie gasped, “Andy, can’t you see she’s trying to steal you away from me.”
“No, Laurie, I’m sorry but I’ve had enough of it. I don’t know why you’ve had it out for, Y/N, from the moment you met her, but it stops now.”
“Andy,”
“NO. I don’t want to hear your excuses, okay? I’m done. Goodbye.” He hung and flicked his cell onto silence before throwing it onto the bed. He then let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his head into his hands.
Linda scowled at the mess that Ransom’s house was in. “Ransom!” She yelled, slamming the door shut behind her. “I know you’re home so get your butt down here!” She yelled out.
Heavy footsteps began to make their way down the stairs and from the darkness of his bedroom Ransom submerged.
“You look like shit.” She glared at him as he stepped off the bottom step.
Ransom stared blankly at her. “Thanks mother, it’s great to see you too.”
Linda huffed, “Why’s this place such a tip?”
“I fired the help.” He grumbled and walked away from her into his kitchen.
“What? Why?” She tutted and followed after him.
Ransom shrugged, “I wanted to.”
Linda scowled at him, “What are you playing at? Look at the state if this place… You. When was the last time you shaved? Or showered?” She nagged.
Ransom hunched over leaning against the counter top. “When was the last time you saw me?”
“Three weeks ago.” She folded her arms across her chest as she glared at him.
Ransom nodded and turned around to face. “Then that’s how long it’s been.” He let out a dry chuckle before reaching out and grabbing some liquor, pouring himself a glass.
“Jesus christ, Ransom,” Linda snatched it from him and through it into the kitchen sink, ignoring the smash. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you need to stop being so pathetic and sort yourself out. You will come to dinner tonight. I’m sick of your grandfather asking about you. Don’t, make me come and get you.” She snapped at him before taking her leave.
Ransom glared ahead of him, angry and frustrated.
He fucking hated his mother, but she had a point. He shouldn’t have gotten rid of his maid, his house had gotten into a state, but the last thing he wanted was to be around anyone else. He wanted to be alone. Actually, he wanted to be with you. He missed you. He missed you so much, he actually felt sick thinking about it. He needed to make this right with you. Even if you didn’t want to be with him, he needed you in his life as a friend.
Ransom decided for the first time in his life he was going to do something for himself, and began cleaning his house. Once it was clean, he had a shower and a shave, dressing in clean clothes before he headed out. If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do this right.
He went to the first florist shop he found and bought the biggest bunch of roses he could. He then nervously headed for your apartment. He was confident as he made his way inside and up to your floor, he knew what he wanted to say to you and he wasn’t apposed to grovelling on his knees if he had to.
But he wasn’t prepared to see you entering your apartment with Steve and grocery bags.
Ransom felt sick as he slowly walked over to your apartment door. He placed the roses on the floor in front of your door, knocking lightly before he turned around and walked away.
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“Do you think he’ll be there?” Steve asked as he placed the bag of groceries on your counter top.
You nodded. “I don’t think he’ll have a choice.” You answered. You looked over at your door with a frown as you heard a knock. You began to walk over to the door. “I just hope he’s okay. I know what those assholes are like.” You muttered and pulled the door open.
You were taken back by the massive bouquet of roses that sat in your door mat.
You bent down and picked them up with a curious look. You picked out the little white card that sat inside and read it.
X
“Who sent them?” Steve asked as you turned back into your apartment shutting the door behind you.
“I… Don’t know.” You frowned.
A part of you dreaded they were from Michael, but the bigger part of you hoped they were from Ransom, although you weren’t sure he’d ever sent flowers before so you weren’t sure if he knew how to.
“Just a second!” You called out to the person that had just entered your shop as you finished the task you were doing in the back. You quickly walked out to the front and stopped in your tracks. “Andy?”
He looked up at you and gave you a tired smile as he held up a bag of takeout. “Lunch?”
You nodded, “Come through.” You smiled at him.
He bobbed his head and flipped the close sign over in the door window before flicking the lock into place as if it was muscle memory.
“I got your favorite.” Andy smiled at you as he sat at your work bench beside you.
You smiled excitedly as your stomach began to grumble as you inhaled the delicious smell. “Life saver.”
The two of you began to eat in silence. You hadn’t realised how hungry you actually were until you started eating but as you stole a glance at Andy every now and then, you could tell something was wrong by the way he was playing with his food.
“What’s wrong?” You asked him, gently placing your hand on his arm. “And don’t say it’s nothing, Andy.”
He looked at you with worry swimming in his eyes as he gulped. “I need to tell you something, but I’m afraid it might make you think differently about me.” His brow furrowed as he looked down at his good. “You might never want to see me again.” He looked up to meet your gaze.
“I don’t understand.” You said.
Andy took a deep breath. “Because of what’s happening with, Jacob, I’ve decided to share something with, Laurie… That’s from my past,” He shook his head. “Before, Laurie and I, even knew each other…”
“Andy, what are you talking about?” You asked as you turned to face him.
“My father, is a convicted rapest and murderer.” He said, refusing to look at you.
Your mouth hung open in shock. That was certainly not what you had expected him to say. “… Whoa.”
Andy let out puff of air through his nostrils as he nodded. “Yeah.”
“I- hmm, why are you telling me this, Andy?” You asked confused.
Andy took a deep breath. “After what happened with your ex, I thought you deserved to know what you were living next door to… The media and the police are gonna be digging into our past and… I wanted to be the one to tell you.” He gave you a soft look.
You nodded and sat quietly as Andy began to tell you about his father. You found it hard to believe that this sweet and caring man in front of you had such a monster as a father.
“Laurie, thinks I betrayed her, by keeping this to myself.” Andy’s head laid in his hands.
Your brow furrowed. “She does?”
He nodded. “Apparently, because I’ve kept this from her for all these years, she’s not sure whether she can ever trust a word I ever said to her.” He let out a dry chuckle, “Like, our whole life together, is just one big fat lie.”
Your mouth hung open again. “Oh.”
“She blamed me, for what’s happening with, Jacob.” He huffed. He looked up at you with a frown. “What do you think? Am I in the wrong? Should I have told her?”
You let out a soft sigh, “I understand why, Laurie, might feel slightly betrayed by you. You guys are married and you shouldn’t have secrets.” Andy groaned as he looked away from you. “But, honestly… I think she’s the one in the wrong.”
Andy’s head shot up, “What?”
“Andy, just because your father, did those horrible things, does not make you the same person. You’re kind and caring, and you certainly love your family. Laurie, should be able to understand why you kept it a secret. I don’t go around telling every guy I go on date with my ex-husband used to beat me.” You frowned.
Andy looked at you with a soft look before he nodded. “Thank you, Y/N.”
You shrugged, “It’s fine… Have, you spoken to, Jacob, about this?”
Andy shook his head, “Not yet.”
You cringed, “Good luck.”
Andy chuckled, “Yeah… That’s gonna go great.”
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“What the-” You pulled up in your driveway before hoping out of the car and started to make your way over the Barber’s driveway where Andy was. “Oh, shit,” You muttered as you saw the graffiti that had been painted onto the side of their house. “Hey,” You whispered as you came to a stop behind him.
Andy looked over his shoulder at you, his face a mixture of anger and hurt. “Hey.” He let out a defeated sigh.
You looked at the horrible words before looking back at Andy. “Need a hand?”
He gulped and shook his head. “No, thank you.”
You frowned, “I don’t mind–”
“I said no!” He snapped.
You took a step back and nodded. “Sorry,”
“Y/N, wait.” Andy got up and stopped you as you began to leave. “I… I’m sorry, okay, I just-” He looked up at your neighbors and shook his head. “The last thing I want, is for you to be tarred with the same brush as us, right now.”
You nodded, “Understood.” You offered him a weak smile before quickly walking away from him, missing the way he looked after you.
After enjoying a relaxing bath you set to work making yourself dinner but as you moved around the kitchen you looked up through kitchen window of Andy and Laurie’s house, and noticed it was pitch black. Andy was still outside cleaning so you assumed Laurie would have been making dinner.
You pulled your cell out your pocket and sent Jacob a text.
You: Have you guys eaten yet?
Jacob: No. Mom’s asleep and dad’s outside. Think we’ll get take out
You: I’m making my dinner now. I’ll make extra and bring it to the back door
Jacob: Awesome. I love your cooking
You smiled to yourself and got on making dinner. You know Andy refused your help earlier but making food was different, it was neighbourly. Once you had dinner made you tubbed enough up for Andy, Laurie and Jacob, and took it over to the house.
“Thanks, Y/N.” Jacob smiled at you as he took the tubs of food out of your hands.
You nodded, “No worries. I best get back or mine will be cold.” You chuckled and quickly bid Jaocb goodbye.
Jacob dived into your cooking, moaning in delight at the flavorsome food. He really did enjoy your cooking, especially those chocolate cookies you make.
“Did your mom cook?” Andy asked as he stepped into the kitchen confused.
Jacob shook his head. “Y/N, brought food over.” He smiled at his dad.
Andy frowned, “She didn’t pass me.”
Jacob shook his head. “She came to the back door. She sent me a text asking if we’d eaten cause she was making food.”
Andy nodded and made a plate up for himself. “Has your mom eaten?”
Jacob sighed, “I told her, Y/N, had dropped some food off for us but she just ignored me. Wouldn’t even open the door.” He frowned looking down at his food. “Can I eat upstairs?”
Andy frowned as he looked over at the dining table where they would usually eat family dinner but right now his home didn’t really feel like it had a family living in it. “Sure buddy.”
Jacob thanked Andy before gathering his things and ran upstairs leaving Andy to sit alone in the kitchen as he ate. He couldn’t shake the feeling he’d been an ass to you earlier, so once he ate, he washed everything up and decided to return your tubs straight away so he can apologise for being such an ass to you.
He knocked on your back door and waited, and eventually you opened the door. You were only wearing sweats with your hair pulled up in a messy bun, but Andy found himself smiling at you in adoration, you’d never looked more beautiful.
“Andy?” You whispered, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He cleared his throat and held the tubs up. “Thank you, for dinner… And, I’m sorry.” He smiled softly at you.
You nodded taking a deep breath as you stepped to the side. “Wine?”
He nodded, “Please.” He followed you in, shutting the door behind himself before placing the tubs on the counter top as you grabbed him a wine glass.
The pair of you headed over to your living room where you’d been sat on the sofa, and sat down as you poured him a glass.
“You don’t need to apologize.” You said to him.
He nodded. “I do. I shouldn’t have snapped.”
You shook your head. “It’s fine, honestly.”
“No, it isn’t. I was frustrated with, Laurie, and I ended up taking it out on you.” He frowned before taking a large gulp of his wine. You sat silently waiting for him to continue. “… She’s doubting, Jacob’s, innocence.” He admitted. “She thinks because of my father, Jacob, could have actually done it.” He shook his head. “Why can’t she just believe that our son, is telling the truth?” Andy closed his eyes as tears began to fill them.
You shook your head, “I think, Laurie, just struggles to believe people when they tell her the truth.” You admitted without thinking.
“What?” Andy looked at you confused.
You shook your head. “I, uh, nothing, ignore what I said.” You grabbed your wine and downed what was left before refilling it.
“No, Y/N, tell me.” Andy nodded.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Before that night you came over, I… Asked, Laurie, for help.” You admitted.
You shook as you stood on the front doorstep of the Barber residence, waiting for an answer. “Oh, Laurie, hi.” You weren’t expecting Laurie to answer. “Is, Andy, home? I need to speak to him.”
Laurie frowned, “No, he’s away on business.” She went to close the door but you stopped her.
“Can, I talk to you then? Please?” You tried to offer her a smile but failed. You were too scared and hurt.
Laurie nodded, “If you’re quick. Jacob, needs piking up from his club soon.” She frowned.
You nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m not really sure, how to say this but… I, want to leave my husband. You see, we’re not, seeing eye to eye at the minute and I think, it would be best that we got a divorce. But, I’m not sure how to go about it…”
“For heaven’s sake, is that what this is about? Marriage is hard, you have to work at it. Stop playing the victim and grow up. Why don’t you try talking to your husband instead of mine.” Laurie glared at you before slamming the door shut.
Andy stared at you in disbelief. “When?” He asked.
“Hmm… Nine months, before that night you came round. The night before I asked, Laurie, for help, he tried to force me to-” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I refused so he just, hit me… I, decided that morning as he went to work after pretending nothing had happened, I wanted out.” You let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know why, Laurie, acted like that, towards me but-”
“She’s jealous.” He frowned.
Your eyes widened in shock. “She’s what?”
Andy nodded and took a deep breath. “Remember that first time you and your ex-husband invited us round for dinner?” He asked.
“Y/N’s, so cool. She has this computer that she plays her games on that’s like something out of Star Trek.” Jacob beamed as he entered the front door. “And, her cookies are the best! Right, dad?”
Andy nodded. “They were the best, I admit.” He chucked as he and Laurie followed.
“Oh, is it okay if I help her with her yard work tomorrow, dad? I said I would if it was okay.” Jacob looked at Andy hopeful.
Andy raised his eyebrow, “You want to help in the yard?”
Jacob nodded, “Y/N, said since her husband was gonna be at work, she needed a big strong man to help so, I said I’d help.” He shrugged. “Can I?”
Andy nodded with a chuckle. “Sure buddy.”
“Great.” Jacob grinned. “Wonder if she’ll have more cookies.”
Andy chuckled as he watched his son run off upstairs to get ready for bed. “I think, someone might have a little crush on our new neighbor.” He smiled at Laurie.
She rolled her eyes. “I think, he’s not the only one.” She muttered.
Andy frowned, “What does that mean?”
“It means, I saw the way you were drooling over her, Andrew.” Laurie snapped.
Andy’s eyes widened, “Are you insane? Why would you say that?”
“Because I’m not stupid, Andy. She’s pretty and young, and niave… You love them like that, don’t you?” Laurie hissed at him as she sloppily poured herself another glass of wine. She was drunk.
Andy let out a deep sigh as he rested his hands on her hips. “You’re being ridiculous, Laurie, you’re my wife.”
She scoffed. “I saw the way you kept defending her, when her husband would disagree with her. He’s right, her cookies are fucking disgusting, they’re too sweet.” She snapped.
Andy rolled his eyes. “You’re jealous, that’s what this is about, isn’t it?”
“NO! This is about that little bitch trying to steal my family away. I don’t want her to hang around, Jacob.”
Andy opened his mouth to say something back when he heard something like a scream come from your house. “Did you hear that?” He asked, looking through the window to yours but the curtains were already drawn.
“It’s nothing, Andy, she’s probably just a screamer. They are married, after all.”
You sat in silence as each of your stories sank in.
“I did hear you scream that night, didn’t I?” Andy asked.
You nodded. “He said, it was your fault he was hitting me. He saw the way I was encouraging you, to look at me.” You rolled your eyes. “He used to do that, come up with bogus reasons to hurt me.”
Andy looked at you. He could still see the pain in your eyes as you spoke about what you went through. And now he felt even more guilt because of what Laurie had done or what she hasn’t done.
“I’m sorry.” You said in unison making you both smile.
“What are you sorry for?” You asked Andy.
He sighed, “For, Laurie, being so hostile towards you. You’ve been nothing but a friend and all she’s done is be so rude towards you.” He frowned. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and Jacob. I don’t think I’d have coped as much as I have if I didn’t have you on our side.” He gave you a warm smile.
You nodded, “Well, you were there for me so… What are friends for?” You shrugged, feeling your cheeks flush.
Andy nodded, “Why are you sorry?”
“It seems I’ve done nothing but cause problems for you.” You frowned, “Maybe, I should back off. I don’t want to be pestering, Laurie, if I make her uncomfortable.”
Andy shook his head before downing the rest of his wine. “Seriously, Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong. I think… I think perhaps, Laurie, has finally realised that, our marriage, isn’t as perfect as she had been pretending. Everything that’s happened recently has just made it noticeable.” Andy admitted with a sigh. He looked down to his watch and frowned. “I should, get back home.” He stood up from the couch.
“Yeah, if cours.” You followed after him.
“Thank you, for the chat… And dinner, and wine.” He smiled softly at you as you stood at your back door. “Just… Thank you, Y/N.”
You nodded. “Any time.” You smiled back.
As the two of you looked at each other you could feel their was some new found awkward tension in the air between you.
“Well… Goodnight.” Andy whispered as he looked down at you.
You hummed, chewing on your bottom lip as you nodded. “Goodnight, Andy.” You leaned up to press a kiss to his bearded cheek. You instantly regretted it, you couldn’t remember the last time you kissed his cheek, if ever. “Sorry, I–”
Andy’s large hands cradled your face as he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. You let out a deep moan as you clutched his jumper in your hands. If it wasn’t for the sound of Andy’s cell ringing you weren’t sure you’d have stopped, but you did and quickly realized what you’d just done. Andy pulled his cell out in a panic and closed his eyes with a breath before answering.
“Hey, Jacob, what’s up?” He gave you a sorrowful look as he pulled open your kitchen door before stepping out and shutting it behind him.
You quickly locked the door before you began crying and guilty coursed your veins. What the fuck!
Warning: Oral sex (f receiving), angst, feelings???, unintentional exhibition, let me know if i missed any!
Summary: You never thought you’d be standing at the door of a murderer, but here you are.
A/n: I’m so sorry this part took so long, but i lost motivation halfway through :( I’ll have the next part up soon!
“Here’s your dress, Ms. Y/l/n,” The man says, flashing his smile at you. You give him a tight-lipped smile as you dig through your purse, pulling out your credit card. You’ve been getting ready for your date all day, going shopping for new shoes, buying yourself some new lipstick, and now, you’re picking up your dress from the dry-cleaners’.
You wouldn’t say your exactly excited about this date, but it’s something to get your mind off of last night. You can’t believe you got off to a murderer.
Your parents raised you better than that.
When you called your best friend up, she hooked you up with the seemingly perfect man. You’d met her friend multiple times before, but never thought of him in that sense.
“It’s already paid for.” The man states. You lift your head to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows.
“What? No, I haven’t paid for it,” You insist, grabbing your dress. The man across from the counter smiles, shrugging his shoulders.
“It was paid for by the name of…” He starts, grabbing the receipt to look at it. “Mr. Stan?”
Your lips part in shock, your shoulders falling.
Seriously?
This is what he’s doing now? He’s bribing you to come by his house? You sigh, tucking the dress under your arm and walking out of the small store. You drive all the way home, angry at Sebastian.
What does he not understand? You don’t want anything to do with him. He’s a bad person! How are you supposed to ignore him if he’s calling you and paying for your things?
You walk through your front door, shutting it behind you. You toss the dress over onto your couch, groaning. You wish you could just lay in bed all night, instead of having to go on this date.
You walk down your hallway, entering your bedroom. On your bed sits a white box, with a note on top. You jerk your head around, making sure you’re not being followed. You’re sure you locked your door, you’re positive.
Your heart thumps in your chest, knowing exactly who was in your home. But how?
You walk forward, picking up the small note.
‘If you’re going to be with another man, you might as well look good while you’re doing it. Thank me later’
The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you drop the note, tearing into the box. You lift the lid to reveal a set of white, lacey lingerie. It’s beautiful, you can’t deny that. The flower covering the nipple portion of the bra is gorgeous. You run your finger across the top of the lingerie, picturing yourself in this set.
You’ve never worn lingerie, but you think you just might tonight.
—–
“And so I told 'em, I can’t file your taxes if you’re unemployed!” Jake says, laughing so hard his shoulders are shaking. You fake a laugh, gritting your teeth. Your date has been telling a “joke” about doing taxes for the past 30 minutes.
The restaurant is loud and cluttered. Your black dress is wrapped tightly around your body, as if it’s begging you not to take it off for this man. Your white lingerie is hugging your body, reminding you of a certain man.
You’re bored out of your mind, but you don’t want to be. You really wanted to go on this date to forget about Sebastian, but it seems you’re only thinking about him more. You find yourself comparing Jake to Sebastian, only for Jake to fall short.
You really tried to be interested in Jake, but it’s impossible. How are you supposed to forget about Sebastian when he’s so… Enchanting? How are you ever supposed to be with another man if Sebastian keeps popping up randomly?
“I have to go,” You blurt out, scooting your chair out from under the table. Jake furrows his eyebrows, looking up at you as you stand.
“What? Why?” He asks. You ignore him, scrambling to find your pocketbook. Once you have it, you rush to exit the restaurant, one thing on your mind.
If you ever want to be with someone else, you have to tell Sebastian to leave you alone.
——-
You stare at the door in front of you, swallowing the lump in your throat. The taxi ride here was dreadful, a million scenarios running through your head, not sure which one will actually play out.
It’s dark outside, but you can’t bring yourself to knock on the door. Sebastian is a killer.
Had you forgotten that when you randomly decided to show up at his house? Who says he won’t kill you tonight? You know what he’s capable of. Before you can convince yourself to turn around, the door is opening, revealing a very confused Sebastian.
He’s dressed in his usual— tight, black pants and a black dress shirt. His cross necklace is nestled in his chest hair, where the top two buttons are undone. Sebastian flickers his eyes up and down your body, drinking your image in. You almost forget what you’re there for, until he flashes his white smile.
“What a pleasant surprise,” He says, stepping to the side. You plant your feet on the ground, stopping yourself from going inside. You came here to do one thing, and you know if you go inside, it’ll be hard to leave.
“You have to leave me alone,” You say, your voice shaky. Standing up to a man who has murdered somebody wasn’t necessarily on your bucket list, but here you are. Before Sebastian can respond, you continue.
“You can’t keep popping up in my life. No more paying for my stuff, no more texting me, no more inviting me over,” You demand. Sebastian leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And why’s that?” He asks, his voice deep.
“You’re a bad man, Sebastian. I watched you murder somebody, I can’t be with someone like that,” You say, watching as Sebastian steps forward. There’s a new smirk on his face, one you haven’t seen yet. He uncrosses his arms, dropping them by his side.
“If I’m such a bad man, why are you wearing the lingerie I bought you?”
You gulp, taking a deep breath. He can’t possibly know you have it on under your dress, can he? You take a step backward, creating distance between the two of you. “I don’t,” You answer, your voice quiet.
Sebastian steps forward again, lifting his arm and reaching it out to you. He hooks his index finger beneath the strap of your dress, lifting it from your skin. The white strap of your lingerie becomes visible, a smile growing on his face. “Why are you lying to me, huh?”
He pops the strap back against your skin, his hand falling down to caress your arm. “You know better than to lie to me,” He says, his voice laced with authority. You can feel your mind slipping already, dragging you under, making it harder for you to deny him. His face is inches from yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
Cold chills pop up on your arm, where he’s caressing it. “Did he touch you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head, unable to speak. You’ve never been so fucked out, without even being touched. Sebastian leans forward, his nose brushing against yours.
“Good girl,”
With that, you let go, pushing forward and kissing him. His hands drop from your arm to your waist, pulling you inside. He shuts the door behind you, his lips moving with yours. You feel your breath get trapped in your throat, too mesmerized to remember to breathe. He grabs your waist again, pulling you forward as he walks backward. The kiss is eager, desperate, everything you thought it would be.
You feel yourself being pushed against something hard and cold, but you only focus on Sebastian’s hands gripping you, his lips pulling you in. He pulls away, pressing his forehead against yours. You’re able to see where you are now, taking it all in. You’re in his kitchen, your back pressed against the counter. It’s one of the nicest kitchens you’ve been in, but you’re not thinking about that right now.
“Let me taste you,” He breathes, licking his lips. A smirk grows on his face as he squeezes your ass through your dress. “Or am I too bad for that?”
You roll your eyes, reaching up and tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing him down until he’s on his knees. Sebastian smiles up at you, his hands bunching the bottom of your dress up, revealing your white panties. He presses a kiss to the inside of your thighs, his eyes on yours. “Beg me,” He demands, earning a whimper out of you.
You’ve never been good at being vocal in the bedroom– especially not with men. You’ve always felt more confident in the bedroom when you’re with a girl, but you feel completely lost when it comes to being with a man. But you’ve never wanted anything more, so you’ll do whatever he wants you to do.
“Please, let me feel you,” You whisper, tugging on his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties, sticking to the inside of your thighs. Sebastian shakes his head, seemingly unsatisfied with your plea.
You pout, swinging one leg over his shoulder, his face practically touching your panties. “Need you so bad, Seb, ’m aching,” You mutter, tears threatening to slip out. You think you might actually die if he doesn’t start touching you soon.
Sebastian chuckles quietly, reaching up and pulling your panties down your leg. He moans when you’re exposed, your folds glistening and gleaming for him. He spreads you apart with his thumbs, a string of your arousal spreading between your thighs. “So fucking perfect,” He mumbles, his thumb moving to your swollen bud.
You tighten your grip on his hair, resting your head against the cabinet behind you. You close your eyes, letting bliss overtake you. Sebastian presses his thumb against your clit, gently rubbing circles, looking up at you. “Does that feel good, doll?”
You nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Your moan is trapped in your throat, scared to let go. You’re caught off guard when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while keeping your folds spread with his fingers. You moan quietly, working up the courage to become undone. Your stomach tightens, your head filled with fireworks.
When the sensation becomes too much, he pulls away, burying his face between your legs, licking and slurping up every trace of you. His tongue pushes its way into your tight hole, spreading you open. He fucks you with his tongue, earning another moan out of you. This one is loud, louder than you thought it would be.
Sebastian moans against you, reaching up and cupping your ass, pulling you closer to his face. He adds his finger, your cunt clenching around it. You pant above him, your fingers tightening in his hair. You’ve never been this gone before, especially not so quickly.
You don’t care that he’s a bad man. You don’t care that he’s done bad things. You don’t care that he has blood on his hands.
You are completely crazy for this man.
Sebastian looks up at you, his eyes dazed, locked onto yours. “Cum for me, doll,” He rasps, his lips pink and swollen. Your moan gets trapped in your throat as you struggle to keep your orgasm at bay.
But how could you? The most powerful man you’ve ever met is on his knees for you, doing everything in his power to make you feel good.
Despite the clear power imbalance between the two of you, you’ve never felt more powerful.
You feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, your legs shaking, trapping Sebastian between them. Sebastian coaxes you through your orgasm, pulling back and resting his cheek against the inside of your thigh. You look down at him, attempting to catch your breath.
“Holy shit,” You mutter, watching as he rises to his feet. He smugly licks his lips. reaching out and stroking your jaw with his hand. He stares in your eyes, opening his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he’s interrupted by the sound of footsteps. You both turn to face the man at the bottom of the stairs, who’s dressed in the same outfit as Sebastian.
The man with the brown hair and blue eyes clears his throat, smirking. “Sounds like you’re busy, so I’ll show myself out,” He says, turning to the door. You turn to face Sebastian, your face red and full of anger.
You can’t believe he had people over! He ate you out in the middle of the kitchen, knowing anyone could walk down and see you? You know the mysterious man heard you! When Sebastian turns to face you, his smile drops, his eyebrows furrowing.
“What?”
“You are unbelievable! Am I some sick game to you?” You ask, pulling your dress back down. You grab your phone, walking to the door. Sebastian follows you, reaching out and grabbing your waist, spinning you back around to face him.
“What are you talking about? I thought we were having a good time?” He asks. You huff, shaking your head. The way you feel now is a major contrast from how you felt earlier. Instead of feeling powerful and divine, you feel cheap and dirty. Did he just use you to make himself feel good? Did he want to show off his skills to his friend?
“You had someone over, Sebastian! I thought you really wanted me, not to just use me to make yourself feel good,” You say, pulling your arm back.
Sebastian’s face drops, allowing you to see a glimpse of what’s going on his head. Before you can figure it out, he’s rolling his eyes, clenching his jaw. “You said it yourself, y/n,” He spits, causing you to flinch.
You hadn’t realized how used to 'doll’ you’d become. Now, hearing him say your name is a harsh slap of reality, reminding you that he’ll never be anything to you and you’ll never be anything to him.
“I’m a bad man; What did you expect?”
You swallow down your response, deciding it isn’t worth it anyway. He’s right, and you know it. He’ll never be the person you deserve– the one that shows up at your door with flowers or the person who tells you how much he loves you every day.
You open the door, walking out and slamming it behind you. You rest your back against the door, taking a deep breath.
He’ll never be the one you deserve, but he’ll always be the person you want.
Summary: Your ex boyfriend barges into Chris’s house, bringing your real feelings out.
Warning: homophobic language, mentions of domestic violence, angst, fluff!!,
A/n: I think there will be one more part to this, but it really depends on how much you guys like this part!!
“Go to bed already,” You groan, throwing a pillow across the bed. Scott catches it before it hits his face, dropping it between his legs. “Noooo, I’m not done,” He groans, throwing his head back.
Scott has been in your room for hours, going over every detail of his date gone wrong. You’ve been trying to force yourself to forget about the almost kiss, but nothing is distracting you. You can still feel Chris’s breath on your lips, his stare focusing on you.
You even thought about bringing it up to Scott, but you don’t want him to make a big deal out of it. Nothing even happened, why should you mention it?
You yawn, snuggling deep into your bed. “Well, I’m tired. You can tell me more in the morning,” You mumble, your eyelids fluttering closed. Scott sighs, standing up, throwing the pillow back down to you.
“Fine, I’ll go over every detail tomorrow morning,” He says, wiggling his eyebrows. You sleepily watch as he walks out of your room, leaving the door cracked. You sigh deeply, feeling sleep taking over your body.
——-
“Y/n,” Chris whispers, standing over your bed. You toss over in your bed, snuggling deeper into your bed. You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep, but you think you must be dreaming.
It isn’t until Chris places a hand on your shoulder that you realize you’re not dreaming. You open your eyes, jumping slightly when you see Chris standing over you. He’s smiling, looking down at you. He’s shirtless, which you’re still not used to.
“Chris?” You ask, your voice quiet. Your heart is racing from the scare, but your mind hasn’t quite caught up with you. You can barely make out Chris’s face, the lamp light doing a poor job of illuminating it.
Chris sits on the edge of your bed, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. You can tell something is on his mind, but you’re not sure what. Your eyes fall to his lips, wishing you hadn’t been interrupted earlier. You feel sure if you had gone through with the kiss, you would’ve ended up in bed with him, having the night of your life.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Chris admits, his eyes darting down to your lips. He had been thinking about you all night, thinking about how if he never took this chance, he might not ever get it again.
He’s waited long enough.
You roll over on your back, pulling the blankets up to your chest. You smile up at him, your cheeks heating up. You’ve never had a guy be so honest about his feelings, it’s refreshing. “What are you thinking about?”
Chris sucks in a deep breath, leaning forward, his face hovering over yours. If you leaned forward just an inch, you’d have him right where you want him, but you can’t talk yourself into it.
“Thinking about how good your lips would feel,” He mutters, his voice dropping. With every word, his lips brush over yours, your nose swiping his. It’s far more contact than you’ve ever had with him before, but it’s still not enough for you.
There’s something about Chris that just drives you crazy. Your breath hitches in your throat as his lips press against yours, fireworks going off in your head. Time seems to stop, freezing this moment for you so you can go back and replay it. It’s a simple kiss, one that tells you exactly what you need to know.
Chris feels the same way you do.
You try to soak up the kiss, never wanting to forget this moment, when you hear a loud knock at the door. You try your best to ignore it, focusing on Chris’s lips instead. It isn’t long after the kiss started when you hear Scott shouting something, causing both of you to pull away.
“Get out! I’m going to call the cops!” You hear Scott say, causing you to raise your eyebrows. You’ve never heard such… Anger in Scott’s voice. Scott is normally a very happy person. There’s only one person that can get under Scott’s skin like this.
“Shit,” You say, your eyes widening. You glance up at Chris, who’s staring at you with confusion all over his face. You hop out of bed, hurrying down the hallway.
“Where is she?” You hear your ex say. His voice sends a shiver down your spine, grimacing as you remember what your last encounter entailed. Chris is right behind you, his face red with anger. He’s never met your ex boyfriend before, but he doesn’t have to to know that he’s a piece of shit.
You walk into the living room, watching Scott block Tyler’s view of you. “You’re not going anywhere near her, buddy. Get the hell out of my house,”
Tyler looks down at Scott, smirking. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do if I don’t, twink?”
Anger flashes through your body as you watch him put his hands on Scott, pushing him backward. Scott fights to push him back, but Chris quickly steps in, leaving you exposed. “Hey! Get your hands off of him!” He shouts, stepping in the middle of the boys.
Tyler jerks his head up to see where the voice is coming from, looking Chris up and down. He smirks, taking a step back. “I take it you’re the guy that’s fucking this twink, huh?”
With that, you step up, anger fueling your body. He has no right to come into their house and insult them. You can’t stand Tyler, you want him out.“You need to leave, now, Tyler,” You say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.
It’s hard to look him in the eyes, especially when he’s stared you down while choking you before. You feel your body shaking, but you won’t let him know how he’s affecting you. Chris keeps a careful eye on you, making sure you’re okay.
“Well, well, well… moved on already, have we?” Tyler mocks, darting his eyes between you and Chris. You can see the gears turning in his head, causing your stomach to twist. If Tyler even thinks there’s something going on between you and Chris, he’ll lose it. Tyler still looks at you as his property, property that no one else should touch.
You quickly shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “No, it’s not like that. We’re just friends,” You say, watching Chris out of the corner of your eye. It’s obvious to him what you’re doing, but it shouldn’t be this way.
Maybe you are just friends. Maybe the kiss meant nothing to you. But you shouldn’t be scared to tell your ex-boyfriend that you’ve moved on.
Chris steps up, looking Tyler up and down. “No, we’re not just friends. I think you need to leave now,” He says, darting his eyes over to you. Your heart sinks, a sick feeling settling deep in your stomach.
You don’t need Chris to fight your battles. You can do it on your own. If you don’t want your ex boyfriend to know you’ve moved on, you shouldn’t be forced to tell him.
Tyler rolls his eyes, staring you down. “You’ll come back to me,” He deadpans, letting you know how serious he is. Without another word, he walks out, leaving you three in the living room.
Scott instantly wraps you in his arms, pulling you close. “Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away from you. You nod, unable to find your voice just yet. You turn to look at Chris, anger bubbling in your stomach.
You walk up to him, shoving him back with your hands. “Why the fuck did you do that?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. Chris stares at you, just as confused as you are. You like Chris, he did the right thing.
So why are you mad?
For once, you just wanted to be your own person. You just wanted to stand up to Tyler once.
And part of you might be scared to actually let go of Tyler. He’s all you’ve ever known. Without him, you don’t have a home. Without him, you don’t have anyone that loves you.
Maybe part of you wanted to hold onto him for just a little longer.
Tears well up in your eyes as your bottom lip trembles, the reality of it all finally hitting you. Chris mouths a quick ‘get out’ to Scott, who’s trying to figure everything out. He rushes into his room, giving you the privacy you need.
“What did I do wrong, y/n? Just tell me,” Chris begs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. You look up at him, sniffling, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
“I’m alone,” You whisper, your heart breaking all over again. Without Tyler, you don’t know who you are. You changed so much just for him to want you, to love you. Who are you if you’re not loved by Tyler?
Chris lets go of your hands, pulling you close to his chest. “You’re not alone, y/n. Scott loves you, you’re his best friend!” He reminds you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You feel him nervously gulp as you snuggle deeper into his chest, the exhaustion from the adrenaline rush finally setting in.
“A-and I know we’ve only really known each other for a couple of weeks, but I really like you. As long as you’re here, you’re never going to be alone,” Chris reassures you, rubbing your back.
You sigh a sigh of relief, letting your guard down.
You might not have Tyler, but you have something even better now.
Summary: When Scott offered you a room at his brothers house, you never thought it would turn into this
Warning: mentions of domestic abuse, a lot of awkwardness,
A/n:
Scott throws his head back laughing, popping another piece of popcorn back in his mouth. Chris leans back in his chair, his hand smacking against his chest.
“You’ll never believe what happened after that,” Scott says, earning another round of laughter out of their friends. It’s Thanksgiving night, meaning everyone’s come over to Chris’s house after their family dinners.
It’s been a tradition for as long as they can remember. Despite living in the same city as Chris, Scott always ends up crashing there for the entire month of December… And maybe a little of January, too.
He doesn’t like being alone during the holidays, what can he say?
Scott’s attention turns toward his lap whenever his phone starts vibrating, your picture popping up on his screen. “Sh, everybody be quiet,” He orders, standing up from his seat.
The laughter dies down as Scott takes the call, his eyebrows furrowing when he hears you sniffling. “Y/n, what’s going on?”
You sniffle again, wiping your cheeks with your hand. “I uh, need a place to stay,” You say, your voice breaking.
Chris says something in the background to make the crowd laugh, so Scott covers the speaker with his hand and politely (not so politely) tells them to shut up. He turns his attention back to you, on high alert.
He’s been dreading this call for years. Actually, for as long as he’s known you. Because the whole time he’s known you, you’ve been with your scum bag boyfriend. The only reason he lets you hang out with Scott is because he’s gay.
Otherwise, you’re not allowed to do anything you want to.
Scott sighs, his heart breaking for you. “I’m not home, but I’ll give you Chris’s address,” He says, getting Chris’s attention.
Chris laughs and wiggles his eyebrows, looking back over at his friends. “Scott must be desperate, sending his booty call over to his brothers house,”
Scott ignores the comment, quickly giving you the address. He knows you don’t have time to answer questions, so he’ll sort that out later. Once he knows you’re safe and in your car, he hangs up, walking toward the door and opening it.
“Everybody, out,” He says, motioning his hand out the door. They all start muttering, looking back and forth at Chris. Chris stands up, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Scott, what the hell are you doing? You’re ruining the party,” He says, watching as his friends defeatedly gather their things and walk out of the door, murmuring under their breath.
Scott runs his fingers through his hair, shutting the door behind him. “Do you care if I have a friend stay here with me? She needs my help,” Scott pleads, his voice breaking.
Chris holds his frown, but softens his face. He’s not seen Scott like this in a long time. He doesn’t really like company, but any friend of Scott’s is a friend of his. Chris sighs, his shoulders dropping.
“Yeah, she can stay as long as she needs,”
Scott breathes out a quick thank you, relaxing momentarily. Chris sits back down on the couch, looking over at his baby brother. “What’s going on with her?” He asks, reaching in the popcorn bowl.
Scott shakes his head, standing next to the door, just in case you need him. “She’s with a pretty shit guy. I don’t know what happened, but one can only assume…”
Chris slowly nods, a lump forming in his throat. He thinks of his sisters, hell, even his brother, going through something like that. Before he can think about it longer, a knock comes at the door.
Scott jumps to answer the door, revealing you standing in the doorway. Your cheeks are red, but your eye is black. It’s obvious you’ve been crying.
You stand at the door with your bags around your feet, your heart broken in your chest. As soon as you see Scott, you choke out a sob, stumbling forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hadn’t realized just how scared you were when the adrenaline was running your body.
It’s only now that you’re able to cry, safe in Scott’s arms.
Scott wraps his arms around you, pulling back and brushing the hair away from your face. “Oh, honey… Chris, get her bags,” Scott says, helping you to the kitchen. Chris hurries over to the doorframe, his eyes landing on yours.
You pull your eyes away from his, not wanting him to see you this way. You’ve met Chris before, thanks to the various parties Scott throws. You’ve never been able to spend more than five minutes with Chris, worried Tyler would see and get threatened.
Scott leads you to the kitchen, reaching in the freezer and pulling out an ice pack. You rest against the counter, sniffling, trying to pull yourself together. “It all happened so fast,” You whisper, watching as Chris carries your bags in his spare room.
Scott tuts, shaking his head. He holds the ice pack to your eye, his own eyes watering. “It’ll be the last time it ever happens, you hear me?” He asks, his voice stern.
You don’t respond, instead, moving your hand to hold the ice pack on your eye. Chris comes into the kitchen, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s staring at you, but he won’t say anything. Scott sees you staring back at him, practically shrinking inside yourself.
“Chris, can you go somewhere?” Scott asks– orders.
—-
“Why didn’t you tell me it was her?” Chris asks, struggling to keep his voice quiet. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, watching as Scott tries to clean up.
Scott shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders. “I didn’t think it mattered, Chris.” He mutters, huffing. He’s clearly annoyed with his big brother. He gawked at you the whole time, until you went to bed.
That’s the last thing you need right now.
“Of course, it matters! You know that–”
“That you’re hopelessly in love with her?” Scott finishes, turning to face Chris. His face heats up as he scoffs. He’s not… Hopelessly in love with you.
He just hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since he first met you two years ago. You were alone at the party, the only time he’s ever seen you alone. You’d both been drinking, so maybe there were some flirty exchanges. But you never went any further than that, insisting you had a boyfriend at home.
“I’m not in love with her,” He starts, but Scott interrupts. “Oh, please! Ever since that night, you’ve been going to every one of my parties. You act like it’s just to be supportive, but I know you’re really trying to run into her again,”
Chris blushes, dropping his eyes to the floor. Scott’s not wrong, but Chris wasn’t aware he was so painfully obvious.
—-
You hum along to the classical music, closing your eyes as you stir the pasta into the sauce. Scott went out with friends today, leaving you home. Thankfully, Chris went back to work, meaning you had the house to yourself.
Chris normally doesn’t get home until late, so you thought you’d have dinner ready for you and Scott. You dance around in your sweats, in awe of how much happier this house is. You can’t remember the last time you felt like singing, especially while cooking.
Cooking was made to feel like a chore when you were with your ex, something you had to get perfectly right. It was something that was expected of you. You didn’t have time for dancing, too scared you would set him off. The house smells like creamy pasta, sending your stomach rumbling.
It’s not exactly a winter meal, but it’ll have to do. It’s cold outside, the snow falling down from the trees. Thanksgiving has come and gone, leaving only a couple of weeks before Christmas. You’re not sure what you’re going to get Scott, nothing you could get him would repay him for what he’s doing.
While the bruises have healed, your heart still aches. You push the thoughts back deep into your mind, focusing on the way the front door creaks. “Scott?” You call out, swaying your hips to the music. You add more spices to the sauce, humming along to the music.
You don’t get a response, but you continue talking over the music. “Thanks for leaving me alone with Chris,” You say, sarcastically. You’ve been open with Scott about how hot you think his brother is, even though Scott just gags. You’d never been able to do anything about it before, but now it’s all you can think about.
You see him first thing in the morning, when he stumbles into the kitchen, mumbling a ‘good morning’. You see him when he gets out of the shower, his hair dripping water down his back. You see him every second of the day; he’s kind of getting hard to ignore.
“If I had to look at his abs one more time, I think I would’ve creamed my pants,” You add, laughing under your breath. You know Scott is gagging, you just have to see his fa–
Oh, my, god.
Chris is standing at the kitchen, his eyebrows raised, a smirk on his lips. His cheeks are red from the cold air, or maybe from the fact you just admitted to having a thing for him.
Your heart drops into your stomach, your cheeks heating up. “Oh, I’m so sorry… I didn’t think you’d be home so early,” You mutter, biting your bottom lip between your teeth.
Chris smiles at you, his eyes tearing away from you. Home. You know you don’t mean it like this, but Chris can’t help but think you’ve gotten comfortable living with him.
“Yeah, I got done early,” He answers, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He watches as you shift your weight, clearly feeling the awkwardness in this moment.
You stare blankly ahead, not sure what to do. Should you get in your car and drive to Mexico? Should you just go outside and bury yourself? There’s no way you’re gonna be able to look at Chris ever again.
Chris clears his throat, walking past you, peering into the pan. “Scott called and said he’d be staying the night at a friend’s house, so it’ll just be me and you,” He says, his cheeks still red.
The music still plays in the background, the faint sound of 'Honey Dove’ playing over the speaker. Chris hums along, jogging you out of your thoughts. “Dinner’s almost ready, if you want to eat with me,” You say, your voice quiet.
Chris looks up at you, a smile on his pink lips. “Yeah, I’d like that,”
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You wait patiently at the table for Chris to get out of the shower and join you, tapping your socked foot against the cold floor. You’re sitting at the table, listening to the shower water cut off. You try not to think about what Chris is doing right now, knowing you’re only going to hurt yourself.
Chris would never.
You’ve seen the kinds of girls he’s gone out with, you’re nothing like them.
You snap out of your thoughts as Chris walks into the kitchen, his white t shirt clinging to his chest. His hair is still wet, but dry enough to not drip down his shoulders. Your eyes scan his body until you get to his pants…
His grey sweats.
You gulp, dropping your eyes to the food in front of you. The steam from the noodles floats up and hits your face, the smell flooding your nostrils.
“Smells good,” Chris mutters, sitting in front of you.
With the music playing in the background, the snow on the ground, and the awkwardness of it all, you’d almost say this was a first date. You watch as Chris digs in, a small moan coming out of his mouth.
“You made this?” He asks, washing his food down with a glass of water. You silently nod, your voice failing you.
You’re not sure why you’re so… Nervous. This isn’t a date, this is just a casual dinner with someone who just so happens to be the hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life.
You wish Scott was here to break up the awkwardness.
Several moments go by, silence filling the room as you and Chris eat dinner. You’re trying your best to avoid eye contact, not wanting to make this any more awkward.
“How long are you going to stay?” Chris asks, his eyes meeting yours. Your heart drops in your stomach as you clear your throat, trying to find an answer. You hadn’t even thought about the fact that Chris probably doesn’t want you around.
Afterall, Scott goes back home after the new year, you’ll have to find a place before that. You’ve not even been looking for anywhere to go, you’ve just made yourself comfortable in Chris’s home. “Oh, uh, Scott told me to stay as long as I needed. I’m out of a job right now, my ex didn’t want me to work, but I can find something. I can be out pretty soon, I just did–”
Chris reaches out his hand, touching yours. You shut your mouth, your eyes dropping to where your hands meet. “Hey, you don’t have to be in any rush. I actually like you being here,” He admits, a slight blush on his cheeks.
Your heart races, trying to keep your hand perfectly still. You don’t want him to think he’s making you uncomfortable, you like feeling him on your skin.
“It can get lonely around here,”
You scoff, raising your eyebrow. “I don’t believe that for a second,” You say, standing up to gather the plates. You lean over the table, picking Chris’s plate up. He keeps his eyes on you as you walk to the sink, turning the water on.
“You don’t?” He asks, standing up. He follows you to the sink, leaning against it, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Nope,” You say, popping the ‘p’.
“And why’s that?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. You wash the dishes, your hands soapy.
“Because,” You say, your cheeks heating up. “Look at you,”
You don’t understand how he’s not swimming in people wanting to be with him. You halfway expected there to be a line out his front door, people dying to get in here and to be with him. Every time you’ve seen him at Scott’s parties, he’d been alone, talking you up in the corner.
You never quite understood why you never saw him with people, but you settled on the possibility of him not being a relationship kind of guy.
Chris laughs, throwing his head back. “Look at me?” He repeats, trying to catch his breath from laughing. You can’t help but laugh along, thanks to his contagious laugh.
“Yes! I find it very hard to believe that you ever get lonely,” You say, drying your hands off. You turn to face Chris. who’s moved closer to you. You look up at him, a smile still on his face.
The laugher subsides, the smiles fading. Chris’s face is less than an inch from yours, sparking a fire deep in your belly. The music is still playing low in the background, setting the scene for a perfect kiss.
As if reading your mind, Chris leans forward, his nose almost touching yours. You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the best moment of your life. You can already feel yourself falling, unlike ever before.
Chris’s breath fans over your face as he exhales, preparing to kiss you.
“Ugh, I am NEVER using Grindr again. A complete bust. Wasted time and wasted gas,” Scott groans, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes fly open as you jump, jerking your head over to the door.
Chris backs up, staring at the door. Scott is oblivious, rambling on and on about how he had the worst lay of his life. You look back over at Chris, who looks almost pained by the interruption.
You can’t say you’re not upset… You almost had the best kiss of your life. Scott walks up to you, pulling at your arm. “Come on, I’ve got to tell you all about it,” He says, leading you into the spare room.
You look over your shoulder, your heart skipping a beat as Chris winks at you, letting you know he’s not done with you.
tags:dark prisonguard!steve rogers, eventual hint of bucky x reader too, strong NONCON elements, oral sex (fingering), abuse of power/authority, eventual implications of manipulation
a/n: i did not intend for this mini-series to be a stucky x reader (i dont write for bucky), but i had to for the plot. omg ok so i dedicate this to @imdarkinme – my savior, my inspiration, my everything, my reason for writing dark fics. I LOVE YOU BABE. THIS ONE IS 4 U. NEVER GONNA STOP LOVING U (nd ur fics) <3
When your closest friend had called you one night stating that you were one of the most wanted persons in the city, you honestly thought of it as a prank. You could remember those moments so vividly. And honestly, you could just wish for a rewind in time as you never would have seen what was to come later on.
"I swear, your name is all over the newspapers–”
The worry in her voice was so strong. Natasha had awoken you and did not hesitate on blaring at you about the news she had just discovered, specifically about you.
“You’re actually fooling me by saying you still read those?” Your voice was still groggy as you tried to sit up straight to prevent yourself from falling asleep during mid-conversation.
“This isn’t a joke! I’m not trying to make you laugh I swear to god,” she asserts while consistently keeping the mood and tone of the conversation.
You cocked your head to the side, positioning your phone between your ear and shoulder. Your fingers were gently wiping circles around your eyes as your vision was still adjusting. For a moment you contemplated on switching on your lamp alongside, but eventually you did after realizing that your friend seemed to have no plans on ending the stunt she was pulling on you.
“Look I’m trying to be serious here–”
“I’m trying to get some sleep here, Nat.” Your tone came off a bit rude, cranky even, but both of you knew it was not intentional.
Hence, Natasha just disregards your tone off and continues, “I’m seeing your full name and even your picture in the paper, clear as day. There is not a doubt, that you’re the person they’re looking for.”
“Why would I be committing any crimes when I’ve been working in the coffee shop almost every weekdays to pay my rent for the least.” You scoffed, clearly not seeing any logical reason behind everything she had been telling you, “Hell, I’m struggling to put anything in my fridge but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to rob a bank or murder someone, okay?”
“God, I don’t know either, Y/N. I do believe you, I really do,” she calls out, “but what I do know is that the bureau is searching for your ass right now and we have to do something because they don’t seem to be easier to convince than me!”
There was a long pause afterwards. You were just so sleepy and out of a decent state of mind. You did not know how to react to it, probably not even comprehending any of what you just heard as there was not even a hint of horror or worry in your voice.
Merely, you just stared in front of you, glaring at the plain beige-colored wallpapers, with lips slightly agape and eyelids exceedingly droopy. If Natasha could only see your eyes looking completely exhausted right now, you were so sure that she would cut the act and leave you to finally get some sleep again.
Eventually, your friend spoke up again to break the wearisome conversation. “Sweetie, I’m so worried for you.”
“Are you crying? You’re very cute, you know that?” you say followed by a yawn. “Wish you did this prank tomorrow morning, I feel like you would’ve definitely gotten a better reaction from me. I’m sorry you didn’t get the reaction you were looking for tonight.”
“I’m not kidding, please, would you just listen to me.” Again, another loud sigh could be heard from her at the other end of the call, “God, if you search it up online I swear you’re going to find your name somewhere there. Don’t be so stubborn, I’m just looking out for you!”
“I’m too tired,” you honestly answered her. It must have been the lack of sleep, but the filter in your tone just was not enough to express enough sympathy to her. “Please I just need to get some sleep, Nat.”
“I’ll still be seeing you tomorrow, right?” Her voice broke a little, seeming as if she was on the edge of breaking down or crying. During that moment, you could applaud for how good of an acting she had been doing for you. Considerably, that might have been one of her best performances yet – or so you thought.
Nevertheless, you wanted to joke about her entire stunt, but you really were too tired to make something out of it.
The corner of your lips slightly curved into a soft smile. “I promise you’ll see me tomorrow. While you’re at it, you can tell me that you told me so if the Federal starts knocking at my door.”
You made that joke granting that you were not holding anything ahead of you. It was an innocent line that you thought could have gone better and lighten up the mood.
“Y/N, please, I–”
“Good night, Nat.” You could only stay awake for so long at this point. Your eyelids were sealed shut and you were seconds away from falling back against your soft mattress.
God that was stressful, though it could have gone worse and longer. How in the world did Natasha even think of that kind of prank on you or any of her other friends, you thought.
Dropping your phone beside and hearing a thump afterwards, you reach for the switch of your lamp. With one flip you were finally surrounded by the calming darkness again and left you to your peaceful slumber.
That was pretty much what you could recall before your entire world was turned upside down. Those were your moments before everything in your life had lead to a complete disaster. You honestly wished you could have done better, maybe even listened to Natasha.
You pondered what things could have turned out to be if you were not so sleepy and ignorant that night. Oh, could you honestly just pray that this was just a nightmare you still have not awoken from – dreading that you were still in that deep sleep you have been longing after that phone conversation with your best friend.
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And now, you were standing inside the courtroom with your useless lawyer beside you.
There were dozens of people behind where you sat. You could feel their strong and deadly gazes directing and stabbing you right into your back, but you could care less. The only thing that had you on the edge of your seat was the judge and the jury located in front of you as they were the ones who got to decide whether you plead guilty or not.
For days, you have discussed this and tried to reason out how completely innocent you were. You tried to gather witnesses as much as you could. But as a woman who was seen as nobody, it was pretty fucking hard and you were regretting to ever reject any interaction other people had offered with you for these past weeks.
You were framed. However, only you, and hopefully Natasha, knew that completely.
Even your relatives and former friends showed signs of doubt and it had honestly crushed your poor soul into more pieces. It fucking broke your heart. How could these people even think twice upon hearing that you have been subjected to robbery and assault?
Without any connections or enough funds, you were sure to go downhill from here. You were not given a proper lawyer with this case, feeling rigged as ever with the justice system of your country.
And sadly, from the looks of it, you seemed to be at boiling water. Every statement against you had been totally unreasonable and it was frustrating enough that you could not defend you and your dignity properly. You deserved so much more than what you were getting right now.
All you could do was close your eyes and suck in everything they have been throwing at you – the judge, juries, and for sure the media. Bastards.
Eventually, the moment everyone else had been waiting for had to arrive. You knew what was about to come from the judge’s mouth. Though, there was this tiny bit inside of you that pleaded for any turn of events, even so a miracle, to happen for the least.
There was a tear rolling down from your cheek as you looked down and stared at the wooden table. You kept both your hands intertwined and underneath it while trying to hide yourself from everything and everyone surrounding you.
You hear the judge strike the wooden gavel against the surface of the table three times, calling the attention of everyone as he was about to give out the order. Your heart beat raced rapidly as your fate was seconds away from being determined.
“The sentence for the citizen, Y/N Y/L/N, for the acts which are reproached to her is one year of imprisonment.” The declaration was widely straightforward, nothing more or less.
You could hear the gasps and other reactions of the audience. There was an amount of noise from the crowd, most of them calling out for your name as they seem to be wanting to throw questions at you, but you did not want to face any of them, especially the media.
Your hands were getting shaky and you were trying your best not to break down into tears. You released your interlaced fingers and made them into a fist, trying to bury your nails into the skin of your palms hoping that the pain would distract your from the sorrow you have yet to face.
There was nothing you could do as the final decision has been done.
Moreover, just as you thought you were slowly accepting the discriminatory ruling of the courtroom, your fear accelerated further while watching two guards emerge from the corner of the room. They were built like bodyguards, if not even more intimidating, as their expressions remained stoic.
They could have walked over to you within seconds, but during that moment you could honestly feel your entire world slow down. You just wanted to stop time, or rewind it even better, for the fear of what was awaiting for you.
Prison was not a place you had been expecting to be in a year ago. Hell, you never expected it even when your best friend told you two nights before. The Maldives or Bahamas would have been somewhere you were planning to go to rather. That was definitely in your bucket list.
Nonetheless, terror went through your system as those two guards had stood on either sides of you. They did not waste a second on grasping either of your arms also, them making sure you were secured and unable to make any movements as they proceeded to put your hands behind your back. The metal handcuffs were expected afterwards, feeling it tighten around your wrists prior to hearing it lock.
You barely could move your wrists apart for even the slightest millimeter.
Their hands slid between your body and your arms, tugging you to stand up and signaling you to follow them. Obviously, you did not want to cause any more of a scene unless you wanted to look more suspicious than you already were deemed to be.
“Follow us,” one of them instructed as they escorted you slowly out of your seat.
As you stood up and steadily made your way to the corner where they had emerged from earlier, you took one last look behind your back. You just wanted to see everyone making a fuss about your case, never mind whether it be positive or negative.
“I really didn’t do it,” you plead.
“I believe in your innocence, Y/N!” A familiar voice cried out.
It might have been a regretful action, but as you looked back, you immediately spotted Natasha just a few seats away from the front. Her newly dyed blonde hair stood out from you as she also wore a formal attire to your hearing. She had misery written all over her face and you could honestly feel her being remorseful.
That was pretty much the last thing you saw in the place that held you guilty and up for prison for crimes you were far from executing. You were not sure whether to be grateful or not with that memory.
Both doors closed behind you and before you knew it, you heading out of the building with dozens of people with microphones and cameras directly pointed at you.
None of them get to have any second of your time though. You could see as they tried to make their way to the edge of the aisle where the staff had given way for you to walk on. You were greeted with so many reporters that you felt so claustrophobic for that moment, even so close to fainting from the unfamiliar set up.
It was tragic to hear them calling you a criminal. Nothing else could replay in your mind than your name and that word being put next to each other. You could not imagine that happening even in your next lifetime.
“Get inside,” the man instructs as you have seemed to zone out despite all the attention you have been receiving. Your own thoughts have become more deadly that you were close to making it as a pathetic form of an escape. “Christ, we said get inside the car, lady.”
Finally you did, bending over modestly to be able to make your way inside the backseat of the police car. As you got inside, you spot the wired barrier between where you sat and the front area of the driver and passenger seats. It reeked of cigarettes inside and all you could think about was wanting to throw up.
You were still cuffed from behind and as you got to take a seat inside, one of the guards roughly slammed the car door. You bounced in your seat due to sudden shock and harshness over you, but you might as well need to get used to this kind of treatment.
You glanced at the window, seeing people still trying to make their way to get a good view of you. You could hear and see the flashes of cameras going on at you and all you could show now was a face of dejection, not sparing the moment to cry further.
No doubt your entire body and system were still ridden with fear. But with what you had just experienced in court, you were so doubtful anyone could help you or make the superiors change their mind on what they had sentenced you with.
It was repulsive and unfair to see people like that walk freely in their consciousness, in spite of them not being entirely sure if the person they have sent to prison was really at fault.
The sound of the car engine roaring as the cop has started it up interrupted you from your overwhelming thoughts. It was then that you had to accept that you were being transported to jail, a maximum facility to be exact – because somehow they found robbery to be more deadly than the others.
You saw the unfamiliar faces on your window swiftly pass from sight as the car drove away. God, this was terrifying.
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They made you change into those prisoner jumpsuits but instead of it being the typical color orange, it was in a very lighter shade of pink, even so being close to white. The color deemed so pure and innocent yet the place you were going to be held captive seemed the opposite of it.
The penitentiary did not look welcoming at all either. It had not reached even the least bit of your standards, expecting them to look like psychiatric hospitals since it was rumored to hold people who were convicted of serious crimes – not that you actually did so anyway.
Instead, it was grimy and disgusting. You were close to assuming they barely take care of the place at all.
You were helpless either way. There seemed to be no luck for you as another pair of guards were awaiting for you to finish changing your clothes. You were buttoning it up as you could hear their voices, “Hurry up, lady! The captain doesn’t like waiting for too long.” Making you panic even more, fumbling for your casual clothes that had dropped on the filthy tiled floor.
“S-sorry!” You mewled, still frightened about the flow of events.
Like always, they escorted you out, making sure to cuff both your wrists before positioning themselves on either sides of you. You could honestly just tear up again, realizing all too well now that they were treating you like one of the biggest criminals in town, when in fact, you could not even hurt a fly.
They guided you through a corridor, expecting to see cell jails with metal bars acting as a barrier. Alternatively, you were greeted with bulky gray metal doors that had a small sliding widow situated in the middle, which you assumed was for food only.
It was probably for the best, you could not imagine how scary the convicts looked behind those doors, or maybe they were also like you - incapable yet falsely incriminated.
A knee had kicked against the side of your leg, causing you to let out a short screech. “Jeez, could you walk any slower? Stop whining and zoning out.” The man’s voice echoed.
You unsteadily nodded, following the orders and focusing straight at your front. It was then after a few more resentful steps before the three of you took a turn, coming to face a wide door.
As you approached closer, you could discern the amount of dirt that had accumulated on it. It looked rusty and old, probably have not been improved nor modernized at all, which definitely gave off raw middle aged vibes with their prisons and such.
The guard unbolted the large latches at its side. He dragged it open all the while creating a strong high-pitch, horrifying sound which resonated throughout the hallway.
The first thing you had noticed was a man positioned in front of the room. He presented directly in front, looking comfortably seated while awaiting for your presence. There were at least three guards that stood surrounding him, each keeping their distance as they acted as a barricade. You supposed that the man in front was the captain they had been highly speaking of.
You stood at the threshold without even realizing that you were unable to move. The guards did not you so kindly this time, consequently feeling a strong hand over your shoulder and another one behind you. One of them practically shoved you in front, leaving you plummeting against the ground as your legs quivered still under fear.
Alongside, a commanding voice rang through your ears, stating to make your greetings with respect to their higher-up.
While your legs felt paralyzed, your head and mind were still intact. You were looking at the ground feeling shy to even gaze at the man who assuredly sat in front of you. The only thing you could get a glance on was his polished black shoes, looking very expensive and well taken care of.
Moreover, you saw the tip of his shoe extend right towards your face. Within a blink of an eye, you felt the leather under your chin, pressing against it and subtly tilting your head upwards to look up and finally face him.
The first few words you could make up were along the synonyms of beautiful. You had no words nor did you expect yourself to be engrossed by his looks.
Unlike the other guards who wore the typical uniform, he wore a more formal looking one. He had a white suit and black tie underneath. Along with it was his sleek black long-sleeved coat that was personalized with badges, stars, a name tag, a belt, and a rope at the side. All of those designs were silver in color which beautifully contrasted with the rest of his dark uniform.
His blond hair was neatly brushed back with a police hat faintly slanted and placed on top. His uniform was pressed precisely too, making him look perfect for the role he was reported to be. However, despite his attractive bodily aura, he kept a deadpanned expression which does not help upon calming your nerves.
So far you still felt like you were in deep trouble.
“3077,” he asserts. His voice was forceful without any hints of delay. “That’s what you’ll be called here.”
You were still a trembling mess, lips ajar over each other while staring with blank thoughts. You were unaware that you were staring at the man for a while already. He does not flinch or react either, merely dragging his shoe away from under your chin and moving towards the side of your cheek.
The side of his shoe repeatedly taps on your skin which catches your attention and interrupts another of your daydreaming sessions. “Answer, 3077!”
“Y-yes!” You whimpered under him.
“Good.” He vaguely nods,
“I’m Steve Grant Rogers, the chief security guard here,” He introduces himself while still having a foot in contact with your face, “Starting today, three o’clock in the afternoon, you will be my responsibility.
He continues on, using his foot to tug your face. Your upper body was leaning in front with hands still cuffed behind you and all you could do was listen, stare, and nod at him. “You must obey absolutely what I say until you earn your freedom, do you understand?”
Even the slightest pause was unacceptable for him, “Answer!”
“Yes!”
“I suppose you already know before they sent you here, but ever since the year 2030, this has become a maximum security prison…”
“And you’re the only woman among the rest of the prisoners here,” he explains. A subtle smirk turns onto the ends of his lips, but was not as obvious as he had intertwined hands covering his face.
A wave of surprise washes over you, the shock upon your face was evident as your jaw dropped. He does not give you a moment to react further. “I’ll start with the routine admission. Bring her with me,” he instructs to the same guards that escorted you earlier, both proudly standing alongside his throne.
Hands did not hesitate on carrying you up until you got your legs working again. You were walking behind Steve with guards still assisting you, and yet again you were being dragged into the many corners of the nauseating penitentiary.
“Where are they taking me?” You spoke with a low voice; however, none of them responded. They continued to walk with you, leaving the air utterly dead and silent.
They made their way to another room, Steve stopping in front of its door and then turning around. “I’ll take her from here. Go back with the rest and make sure Maximoff isn’t causing another ruckus in the cafeteria,” he instructs while his subordinates obediently apprehended along.
“Yes, sir.” They respond, immediately releasing their grip around your biceps and walking away after carrying out a salute.
Furthermore, Steve dragged you into the room after unlocking the door and switching the light on. You heard the jingling of keys behind you, even so feeling his figure unnervingly stop behind you. He stood too close, swearing that you could feel his body only inches away from your back, his breathing fawning over the top of your head.”Let’s start, shall we?”
Your wrists got to freely breath after hearing a click from the lock, somewhat surprising you as you were released from the metal handcuffs. Huh.
“Strip,” he boldly orders.
“E-excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he goes over, “Don’t make me repeat it. Take off your clothes.”
“I won’t do it!” Despite being terrified of him, you still wanted to keep even the least bit of your dignity left.
“A body search is mandatory in the penitentiary,” he warrants.
“Still!”
“I thought I told you that my orders were absolute, did I not?”
Though you tried to stay silent to prevent him from further infuriating, your mind had been wandering around with several questions.
Why was he doing this? Can this even be reported to the higher-ups?
The latter was far from likely, recalling that he had told you that he was the chief security guard in the place. Everything would be going through him and will be finalized by him, and him only.
“That’s it, 3077. Now strip.”
You hesitated. Your hands were shaky as your arms steadily moved to your front, pausing to undo each button starting from the collar and progressing down. You wanted to take an hour or so, probably even forever, but the man standing in front of you seemed to be generally impatient.
The look on his face was a combination of eagerness and attraction but your mind shifts it all into a repulsive imagine of emptiness.
Your white undershirt and undergarments remained as your baby pink jumpsuit fell to the ground. You stand shamefully, arms over each other trying to cover your chest. “Everything. Down. Now.” His voice getting more and more demanding as you provoked to stall every minute that went by.
Your chin was titled down, not wanting to show your self-consciousness to him. Your fingers gripped on the garter of your undershirt, pulling it over your head and feeling a short cold breeze over the skin of your stomach.
Chills were already across your skin, granting that you did not have a choice in any of this. This was your ticket to freedom – or so you could only dream for.
When your skin was completely exposed to him, you reached another level of shame you were not even aware of. You felt colder than before, trying to cover your breasts with the warmth of your hands. Still, you stared at the grimy floor, not wanting to see the man’s reaction as you knew it would just make your state of mind worse.
“A-Alright, is this enough for you?” A small scoff hidden between your tone.
“Hold on,” he says without minding your mockery, “Lie down there, your legs facing towards my direction.”
Your frowned even further, looking aside where he was pointing towards. His index was directed at a hospital bed at the side which did not have any railings at its side, merely having a metal footboard and headboard.
You walked towards there, one arm still covering the front of your breasts while the other acting as a support as you sat down first. Eventually you rest your back against the sheets along with the back of your head on the only pillow provided there. You followed as he told, sealing your thighs together though.
The beating of your heart increases rapidly knowing completely how this was going to go down.
From the corner of your eye you can see him raise his hand towards his mouth, tugging one of his gloves from a hand with the use of his teeth. He lets the fabric fall to the ground while walking closer towards the side of the bed where you lay down. This time, a smirk was obvious upon his face as he did not bother to hide it.
Steve’s hands descend over your body, making you tense up as you tried to keep your head straight and stare right at front. However, even if you attempted to avoid looking at him, you could not fight the feeling of his fingers stroking your upper body.
He started with your chest area, further descending down. All the while you had one thought in mind – one you felt disgusted to even have it cross your thoughts.
His fingers felt soft, like a feather. For a split second you wondered if he had done this before, moreover if he was used to doing such a flustering act.
“P-please don’t,” you mewl, “Stop.”
Your cries made the smirk on his face grow wider, only wanting to wipe it off from him but feeling completely powerless to do so. Instead of giving a second thought to what you were saying, he drags his hand between your lower abdomen.
Despite having your thighs glued together to prevent this very purpose from happening, the man merely parts them from one another. Just as you thought you had the strength to keep them shut, you felt entirely the opposite once he was actually touching your body already. The way your inner thighs quivered as he spreads them apart was already a sign of how weak you were against him.
“3077,” his throaty voice calls out. “What’s the matter with you? It’s just a simple body search.”
Regardless of his statement, his fingers began toying around the entrance of your cunt. Even so you could feel his thumb lightly press against your bud of nerves, drawing subtle circles around, as the rest of his fingers continued to encourage your body’s growing arousal.
Hell, he barely even inserted his fingers yet you were starting to get wet from the simple gestures of him touching you.
“Why are you reacting like that?” The smugness in his voice was clear.
“I- No!” Your voice was trembling as your body did too. The muscles at the back of your thighs tightened while sweat began to form from your forehead.
“You’re in prison, 3077,” Steve says, “the place where you’re going to pay for the crime you committed.”
After successfully rousing your body up, he smoothly inserts a finger inside your pussy, and for all that earning a sound which was caused from the wetness of your cunt. Both of you acknowledged how gladly your body welcomed him.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, gaining several instinctive moans out from your lips. Your head felt warm and lightheaded. The worry in your eyes apparent and ardent.
He tsked. “Why are you getting these reactions?”
And then adding, “…I don’t want you to get me wrong.”
His rhetorical questions deemed useless for the situation nor provided comfort for you at all. You looked at him all the same yet it does not stop him from adding another finger.
Either way, Steve did not stop after it. His fingers continued to thrust deeper inside you, having your body bounce against his hand. You were a growing mess with hands finding their way to grasp onto the disheveled white sheets.
As much as you tried to bite down a moan, your mouth could not help but give in. Your gut felt as if they were tightening around him for every moment the tips of his fingers curl inside you. You yourself could feel how hot the temperature of your body increases as he boldly fingers you. “Ah… A-Ah… Ow… P-please … S-stop it…”
Amidst everything, however, there were voices coming from outside of the room. You did not notice them at first, being completely overwhelmed with the sensation of being pleasured. You were only aware of what was being said outside when Steve’s used his other hand to cover your mouth from moaning further. His palm pressed against your lips while you breathed through his fingers.
“Are you serious? I would love to fuck that woman!”
“If we behave would she might consider giving us a reward?”
“I bet she would be tight as fuck!”
“What are you talking about!”
“Fuckers! I told you that you can’t keep roaming around these halls.”
The voices eventually died down, seeming that it would have been inmates passing by from the corridors. Nonetheless, tears were already brimming from your eyes as you – uselessly – kept yourself together. “P-please..”
“N-No! Don’t d-do this to me,” you plead. Each moment lead to the build up of your orgasm, already feeling the knotting near your stomach and the clenching of your walls.
It was predictable for your part when Steve barely showed any hint of sympathy for your messy situation. He pursued your climax while maintaining an impassive expression. He wanted to see you crumble and he wanted to show how remorseless he can be either way.
It was useless to hold back. The man was going to get what he wanted and he did not need to say it.
You allowed yourself to let loose, creating an utter mess between your inner thighs and his hands. Your exposed cunt was throbbing alike your temples. Your chest was heavily heaving as your own sweat covered both your body and face.
Those were your last moments before succumbing to black out due to the chief security guard wearing you out.
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When your eyelids had fluttered open, the only thing you could make out of was the darkness in the room. You were laying on the bed, but you could instantly detect a blanket covering you. In addition, you were wearing your jumpsuit.
You took a deep breath and paused, recalling everything that you could remember and confusing it for a nightmare. Though whatever it could have been, you were just glad that the pain and throb in your head had ceased.
You had no choice but to sit up, discerning a feint light illuminating from behind a door. Looking around, you could still also notice a mirror, a sink, and a toilet at the side of the room. You assumed you must have finally been resting in your prison cell.
“Listen to me!” A loud voice came from the other side of the door.
“You have ten minutes to clean your room. After that, all of you must assemble in the hallway!”
Another wave of panic gets over you, but you quickly follow to what had been instructed. Since you did not have anything at hand all you figured that you have been resting all along, you merely fixed the sheets of your bed and fluffed your pillow. You fixed your jumpsuit too, flattening it down while making sure there were not any holes nor unbuttoned parts at the front.
When you made your way outside, you saw how fast the other inmates were as they had beat you to the corridors. Each of them were lined up, back facing their assigned prison cell as their front faced the hallway. There was a guard at the end of it too.
“List yourself up!” He starts.
Each inmate started to count, “One!” There voices loud and clear.
Despite that, your mind was clouded with the thought of what happened between you and Steve Rogers, acclaimed Chief Security Guard of the maximum facility.
Was it a all a nightmare? You could not even dare yourself to call it a dream.
“Twenty-eight!” The deep and guttural voice of an inmate calls from your right side.
“Twenty-nine!” You scream as you assumed you were next to him.
Out of nowhere, the other male inmates started to chuckle. It was probably for the obvious fact that you were a female and was completely distinctive among the rest of them.
Even if you have not done anything embarrassing in front of them so far, you surely felt like you were full of shame. You looked around and found every man’s gaze at you, staring at you like you were a prize at the end of the race.
Well, except for one.
You saw him just a few doors away from you. He had a few tattoos over both his arms – a red star being the most striking one compared to the rest of the designs.
The man seemed to have grown his dark hair, and his beard too. Your gaze at him fell longer compared to the rest and it was enough time before he got to feel your attention towards him. He kept a blank stare nonetheless as you were startled and looked away.
“Dude your arm fucking touched me!” Another one exclaims. He had silver hair and looked buffed alike the rest, his thick accent being the trait that stands out for him.
“Huh? You’re the one who ran into me, asshole!” The one he started an argument with now had a darker hair brushed into a mohawk. A sleeve tattoo was also present.
“Hey stop it, you two! If you keep this up, they’ll punish us all!” Again, another voice comes from behind and you did not bother to see how that man looked. He was smart though, that’s for sure.
Nevertheless, it did not stop the two from brawling further. With one swift move, the silver-haired guy already had raised his arm and purposely punched the man he was arguing with.
“Hell, all of us are in big trouble!”
Thankfully though, the man you were distracted from earlier had walked into their argument. He confidently stood between them and proceeded to pull them apart by the back of their jumpsuits. The two men looked surprised – even so slightly terrified – after seeing him caught up in between. “You two still want to fight?”
They did not answer him, merely looking away with a scoff on their faces and then lining back up at their spots in front of their cell doors.
Despite all of this, he still kept the blank expression just as you saw when he caught you staring right at him. No grins or smirk, whatsoever.
a/n: this was based of niki’s song! a beautiful ballad just in time for this kind of season <3
You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
Spring had been so beautiful around the month of May. It was the perfect time as the season had been coming to a close.
Trees around the parks of New York City started growing their leaves, each one having their unique shade. The weather had felt warmer and assumed was generally radiating a positive aura for the entrance of Summer.
Steve had remembered that month so vividly alike his classic songs embossed on vinyls that kept replaying.
Both of you were taking a stroll around Central Park, as you had requested. He gladly agreed assuming that you were distracted, wanting to get some fresh air after being confined in the Avengers Tower for too long.
It would definitely make him feel out of place if he were to be put into a crowd he did not belong, he thinks. You were just an average mortal who surprisingly captured his attention one day.
His old-fashioned self recalls your first meeting not so long as the season of winter had began.
He was carrying his sketch pad with him along with a newspaper for the day, stopping by to get a cup of coffee where he regularly comes so. It was just unfortunate that the place was crowded that day and you had nowhere to sit. But lucky enough Steve had a vacant seat just across from him whereas you kindly received his offer.
Moreover, both of you talked so casually as if you had been long-termed friends who had not seen each other for a while. The conversation was smooth and delightful for both parties, and it was not unexpected when he had – or attempted, rather – to ask you out for date.
“I see you’re taking this as a first date?” You questioned, taking humor into your tone.
As naive Steve Rogers was around women, the tone of the conversation has shifted to becoming awkward prior to a really good topic about art. “I mean, yeah, but if you didn’t like it– or if it, uh, seemed weird then– I was just trying to sound cool.”
“I was joking. It’s fine, I would love to.” The moment you answered and smiled, he had given you, and himself, a second to realize if this was actually happening.
You did not walk out from him nor did you slap either of his cheeks. Rather, you stayed right at the seat he had invited you in and the only difference was that you had a wider smile than before.
That was when he figured that he was in love with you. Literally on that moment during the start of December.
Ironically now that it was close to summer – the start of June – it was then as he started to feel cold. Instead from snow falling from the sky and the ice warming up the ground, however, it came from you and your attitude.
You had broken up with him during that walk in Central Park.
“I just think we aren’t meant to be together, Steve.” Those words repeated around his brain for days.
Steve did beg for you to stay. He had not felt this welcomed ever since he had woken up from the ice. The home between your arms was always something he was expecting after an exhausting mission.
No one had ever shown him understanding like you did. That was why it confused him greatly after you had said you were not meant for each other. How were you to say such?
“Can’t you see? You’re an amazing Super Soldier with friends who has plans on saving the world. I’m just someone who works from nine to five at a job I’m growing tired of.”
He just could not understand where you were coming from. Everything you were telling him was a blur and he found none of it useful on answering the questions in his head.
It saddened him that you were belittling yourself too. You could not see yourself like how he does.
“I know you love me, and I love you too… “
There was a pause after it. Steve was not sure if you were going to say something more out of it, but his emotions got the better of him, “Then why do you have to do this?”
“I need to work on my insecurities–”
“We can work on it together. You’ve been patient with me throughout my missions, I promise I’ll do the same with you.” He was close to kneeling down but without the intention of proposing with a diamond ring, only wanting you to stay for him.
“It’s not like that. It’s not the easy.”
“But it’s surely easier for you to break up with me and leave this all behind?”
“No, I told you it’s not like that!”
He had been fighting the vulnerability that was growing in him. Both of you remained relentless expressions that did not help to ease the situation. There was assumptions made out of it, most likely, but the main focus was what both of you were saying to each other.
“I just need you to understand, Steve, please.”
That was the moment he realized he should not oppose to you and your decisions.
What he could only think was that you understood him in ways that he had not thought yet needed. You were there for him and provided him with the best decisions you could offer. He intended to do the same.
But Steve was not doing the same – rather should not be. He was making something out of impossibilities, which was why he could not see it. On the contrary, he did not know what to do and so he just followed what his heart and instincts lead him to do so.
And like always, you offered the best solution and that was for him understand – for the betterment of you, and your relationship.
He does not hesitate on not chasing after you once you had given him a final kiss on the cheek and then turned away. He just stares at the back of your shirt with misery upon his face, seeing as your figure becomes smaller and smaller from a distance and then disappearing from his sight.
Steve trusts you. It was the right thing to do.
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It was winter again. Without you around Steve’s arms this time though.
You watched the snow start falling at the other side of your window. It had created a blur around the glass of it, but you could honestly make up the white covered pavement and houses. It was your view for these lonely seven months, how could you start forgetting it now.
The dining table that was set in front gave you the chance to sit, drink, and view. You guessed it was just you and your hot cup of chocolate this month.
Well, it was you were expecting for the rest of the cold, winter month.
You watched as the sun had started to set from the already gloomy gray colored sky. It turned into a dark shade further and the only thought it your head was for another day to come.
Both your productive and unproductive days were well beyond acknowledged. Generally, you have accomplished a lot of things all the while moving on from your ex-boyfriend, who was also Captain America.
You have gotten into a new line of work, something you were more favorable of, which was huge considering that it was not even in the top things to do in the list you mentally prepared in the past.
Another thing was that you have also acquire a new set of skills. Learning different hobbies through art and music was one of the obvious ways to distract yourself from something lingering around your mind – as told by the results that showed up in your search engine.
Friends were also something that surrounded you with more optimism that you asked for. Taking a break from interacting with superheroes and gods was expectedly relieving. Those were not your crowd and you swore you spent so much time trying to adjust, which had never been enough.
Nonetheless there were more things you improved at to the point where you could not keep track of, or chose not to – you were not really sure.
There was a quarter way left of your dark chocolate drink in your mug. The steam blowing from it had died out long ago. The coldness was starting to get a hold of it, though you let it, while becoming disconnected from your thoughts and stared blankly.
The background nose of the television reaches from the living room which was a few feet away from where you were at. You were not sure if the news was playing or just some random commercial; you did not care.
This was how most of your nights turn out. Even so when your doorbell had echoed through your house, you were expecting the friendly old woman from next door was stopping by again.
Your legs unhurriedly walked to the door. Though as you reached around the knob to unlock it, you changed the pout on your face to something more presentable and friendly.
“I appreciate the gesture Mrs. Jones but–” You already raised a hand in front as this might have been the tenth time she had invited you this week to her Christmas Ever celebration. And it was a Tuesday.
But another person had appeared right in front of you. Someone you were not expecting – but had secretly prayed for. “Oh, Steve.” There was not a hint of disgust or dread in your voice, it was just more of a calm wave of shock.
Steve had his golden hair neatly brushed back, seeing as it also grew longer. He was wearing a long brown coat and a scarf had wrapped around his neck. The gift wrapped present he was holding in front of him drew the most attention at first glance, but you tried to be unassuming that it was for you.
You just took silent yet deep breaths while either of you waited for an ice breaker.
“I’m so glad to see you,” Steve instantly sets off.
“Thank you. It has been a while, right?” You tried to embrace this as maturely as possible.
You were a complete mess and you did not want anyone to find out your state of mind, let alone him. You could not acknowledge the change in yourself – which you had promised a few months ago – even after you broke up with him, and it would feel like a kick in the stomach if he finds out that you were wrong.
“It has and I’m so glad I got to see your pretty face again,” he says.
“Did you come here alone?”
“Yeah, it was a long hour drive, but I survived.” He chuckles while still standing at the other side of the threshold.
For a moment you felt all the guilt come crashing down at once, again. It was like all of those memories and feelings were just bottled up, never leaving you, and now had been broken and released. You tried to stay strong though, you had to be.
And with that, you were not sure if inviting Steve inside your house was the mature decision. “Sorry, you must be getting cold. I think you should come inside.”
Steve gladly accepted for invite and proceeded inside. He does not hesitate on removing his coat and hanging it as he stops at the doorway, revealing the black sweater he has worn underneath.
You did not know what to do or say. This was so sudden and you were not prepared mentally, and physically.
However, you proceeded to the dining you where you were having a moment prior to this and Steve followed after. You swept the barely filled mug from the table and placed it in the sink. “Do you want coffee?”
He nods which promptly has you making a cup for both of you. You could not feel your stomach build up despite drinking chocolate from earlier.
From the corner of your eye you see him take a seat, and eventually you followed. Two cups occupy for each of your hand as you bring them to the dining table still freshly brewed and steaming.
You take the seat across from him and you internally do not feel any regret of having to face the blue-eyed Super Soldier closely upfront again. He glances at the drink you made shortly as you extended your arm for him, but his gaze returns back to yours.
It made your skin crawl. The combination of his stare and the cold air around the room, the silence was deafening but you were so scared to speak with the chances of saying something you might not take back.
“How are you, darling?” It was such a bittersweet nostalgia to hear that.
You intend on biting your tongue as a way to hold back the tears that started to form around the corner of your eyes. Your nose was lightly twitching as you were holding back any tear that could possibly escape.
The obvious clench on either sides of your jaw probably gave Steve a hint on what he was dealing with right now.
“I-I’m good,” you falter.
“How are you, really?” His expression remained the same. He did not raise his voice nor did he sound any more threatening.
On the other hand, you were at the edge of breaking down. You probably had blinked more times than your normally would, and you convinced yourself it was just the dirt that got through.
“I miss you,” Steve sighs, “come back to me.”
“Steve,” your voice was inconsistent just by calling his name out. It was a very weak attempt and you wished you just stayed silent, “We were bound to break up.”
Rather, you knew you were bound to break up. Seems like he’s still in denial of everything.
“No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head in pure disbelief, “For months I tried to understand and move on, but you never left my mind… You have always been stuck in my mind and I won’t believe it when you say you haven’t felt the same.”
“I really d-don’t–”
“Bullshit!” His voice startles you, making you bounce from your seat and lean back with wide eyes. You bit your lip in fear of making him angry. “Look, I didn’t mean to– I’m sorry I raised my voice.”
That moment made you remember more of the memories in the past. When you started to grow out of fear instead of pure love for Steve Rogers.
Instead of letting yourself shrink into your seat, your arms pushed against the edge of the table which allowed you to be up on your feet. You stood and walked over to the countertop to distance yourself a few more feet away from your ex-boyfriend.
Steve had looked at you with his mouth slightly agape, following your figure as you walked away further from him.
Every part from your waist and below had been covered as you stood behind the countertop. You turned around as your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink, getting to look at him again. This time, however, felt more relieving when you felt claustrophobic with his face near yours.
“Baby, I said I’m sorry.”
“Steve,” you coldly say, “I think it’s time for you to go.”
He had a look of disbelief upon his face, “You haven’t even opened the present I got for you.”
“We already had talked and seen each other tonight, I think that’s enough for tonight, or even for the next year.”
You were walking on thin ice.
You were convinced that you had forgotten on how to deal with him in times like this, but you also pondered if you have ever really known how to dealt with it.
“What are you saying, we barely even talked!”
Steve had followed your footsteps, pushing against the table and walking over you. It happened within seconds which gave barely enough time for you to process that he was nearing to you again.
“Steve, please!” You squeal.
He reached for both of your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. You tried to avoid from looking at him, but he nearly follows the direction of your head until you had no choice but to get tired.
“Can’t you see, it’s you who I love. It will always be you and nothing can change that.” The grip of his fingers were starting to tighten around yours and you were not sure if he was aware of it.
“M-my hands. It hurts.”
He does not even acknowledge your pain, “Just tell me you love me and we can go back to the way we started.”
“Ouch,” you cry. You swore the bones in your hand were so close to breaking.
If it were not for the tears starting to stream down your cheeks, Steve probably would not have let them go. Your fingers were most likely swelling and shaking. Though, before you could even create a sigh of relief from the pain, you felt a pair of lips force over yours.
There was not even a second that had passed. Steve’s strength as quick and strong which greatly opposed to yours.
His hands might have spared the bones of your fingers from cracking, but he was definitely not going to let your jaw go. Both his palms smushed against either sides of it, preventing any movement which had forced you to accept the situation.
You knew this situation before, you just cannot surpass his strength. You could not fight or push him away or else he was just going to force himself more to you.
Just as you thought that your heart beat was already going to escape from your chest out of nervousness earlier, it had increased tenfold. You can only wonder what was going through Steve’s mind.
“Just relax, you’ll be able to enjoy it more,” Steve says in between kisses and before having to shove his tongue further past your lips.
Your hands were in between your bodies, trying to push his torso away using both your palms which predictably did not help at all. Slowly, your energy wears down further as you irrationally tried to keep him away from you.
“I know you want it,” he whispers, “just give in.”
The moment was was terrifying as it gets. As if on cue, your knees began to cave in and soon your hands no longer tried to resist against his body. Undoubtedly, you still did not return the favor of kissing him back but he did not seem to mind.
He slightly bends over to be able to lean his head more as he continues to suck against your bottom lip with emotions full of desire. Eventually it descends to your chin and then your lower jaw, aiming for more sensitive places despite his hands remaining at the same place on either sides of your face.
When he does try to suck the skin between the area of your neck and collarbones, you let out a small instinctive squeal. He was not gentle with his actions, making sure both of you were clearly feeling the sensation of him giving and you receiving; and after that reaction from you, he was certain that you were aware too.
“Fuck, I expected more than that, baby,” he mumbles and then continuing to draw on your skin as if it was a feast.
You could not keep count on how many times he tried to leave marks on you right now. What you were sure, though, was that tomorrow would be a morning full of regrets when looking in the mirror.
Your hands remained still from before, not knowing where to go and confused about all your emotions right now. However, you felt Steve release his grip around your face, moving down to reach your hands to guide them, position them into an embrace around his figure.
Afterwards, he bends further to reach the back of your thighs. It allowed him to hoist you up the marble countertop, setting you down with your back flat facing the surface.
He helped himself in welcoming his body between your legs as he pulled back, finally giving an end to his enjoyment on marking you. A quick smirk was seen within his face, as he comprehends that you were now under his control just as he looked forward to. It died down and returned back to the intimidating glare that set panic throughout your system earlier.
“Oh god, you still look so beautiful.”
With one hand, he was able to seize around both of your wrists which prevented you from making any movements still. And so you let him continue what he intends to, this time undoing your already loose sweatpants.
Steve could not be more than lucky enough for this moment. He thinks that he had waited long enough and that this exact time was perfect, just as he had pictured during the drive to your house.
When he successfully discards every garment from your waist and below, he takes a good view of what he had missed during these past seven months. Your were shamefully half naked and wet beneath him.
“Has anyone touched you while I wasn’t around?” He questions as his fingertips slowly drag against the entrance of your cunt.
You could feel yourself dripping just by his touch and you were embarrassed to even look at him.
“I asked you a question, sweetie, you better answer me.”
As much as you tried to hold back, he presses his thumb against your clit knowingly well how easily sensitive you were at that spot. “N-no!”
You repeated your answer after a deep exhale, “No one has touched me.”
He was in awe with your answer, ignoring the fact that you were holding on to your dear life out of fear. “Did you expect me to find you after? Still waiting for my cock for all these months?”
You whine, not knowing what emotion it had been drawn out from. The way his voice finds home to you just lures you in again, and the fact that he was saying those lewd things slowly broke down your walls. You did not know the answer to it yourself – rather you feared to know the truth.
Steve leans over, close to your ear and whispers, “I’ll be good to you since you’ve been a good girl to me, darling.” Before you know it, he leaves a kiss on the top of your head and pulls back.
He undoes the buckle around his waist and then his pants before letting it fall to the ground. Swiftly, he still uses one hand to pull your body close to him, feeling the prominent erection that had formed under his boxers against your pussy. “This is all yours.”
He playfully grinds against you, intensely feeling him more, making you moan and somewhat arch the back of your neck. And hell did the man enjoy was he was doing to you.
You closed your eyes shut and bit down onto your lip, trying not to expecting more as it would just mean that you were caving in to him.
Eventually with all the teasing, Steve does draws his dick out. The warmth of his skin was all too different from a piece of fabric. It felt too fucking good.
He does not insert it so easily though. Instead, he continues on to adore your whining and needy expression beneath him, rubbing the tip of his cock first and then followed by the rest. He slowly thrusts into the air while pressing against the entrance of your cunt, making sure it gets coated thoroughly while you recalled how large he was.
“Feel good, right?” He brags
“Steve, please,” you cry.
It does not take him merely once though before he finally got to push the tip inside you. But you were thankful for the heavens you did not have to suffer more than you already were.
Your lower abdomen slightly cramps, adjusting to his size again like you remembered from before. It felt both familiar and unfamiliar to have him inside you again, nonetheless, your body was reacting to it very positively.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts. “Guess you really weren’t fucking anyone else while I was gone.”
Technically he was not gone. Both of you were broken up. But your mind could not honestly rationalize that well right now.
Your eyelids were just feeling heavy and you were letting him pound into you as he pleases. There was not an ounce of energy in you that still wanted to fight back or resist, it was too tiring and too good.
When Steve realizes so, he releases the grasp around your wrists, knowing that you were not escaping any time soon. He’s definitely going to have fun with you now, even so determined for you to enjoy as well. “Oh god, did I miss fucking your pussy.”
He takes slow yet deep thrusts, making sure it reaches all the way until his cock completely disappears and reappears from his sight. When he presses a palm against the area just a few inches below your lower abdomen, he know you would start to lose it.
It was just the perfect spot, that took him weeks to master, just to launch you into a wave of euphoria. Though you were only letting out moans and cries for him, he could tell how much you were enjoying it by how your walls tighten around him.
Somehow it steadily releases the brute inside of him, making him thrust harden and faster every time he feels you squeeze. It turned him on every time and there was no stopping him, especially now.
The kitchen shamefully echoes the sloppy thrusts he was doing with you. The lewd noises were just music to his ears.
Steve was disappointed that you were weary at the moment. You would have loved this great fuck.
He could not even see how ruffled his hair was already. Sweat was rolling down his forehead yet he could not care less. All he was fixated on was your face and your pussy.
He looked at your figure with passion, making an illusion of you bouncing against him as if you were the one fucking and riding his dick.
Steve was shameless. There was a lustful rage inside of him that had been longing for this. Was he finally glad that this moment had come.
“You’re fucking mine,” he groans with one trust. “Mine.”
“Gonna fill you up with my cum.”
By some time could feel his orgasm build up and close to a release. He made it through strong and profound thrusts, just to savor what he had right now. “We were supposed to celebrate our first anniversary this month, but don’t worry,”
He groans along with another trust, “I made the mistake of letting you go the first time.”
With one final thrust, he goes as deep as he can to make sure nothing from his cum spills out from you,
“I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
hope you enjoyed, feedbacks are greatly appreciated (please)!
Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
Author Note :
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You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Summary: Feeling a bit jealous after having seen pictures of Chris kissing someone else for work. Could there be more to it than just jealousy?
Warnings: None. Bit angsty feeling maybe.
Word count : 845
A/N= No proof reading. A short one, I know I’ve been posting less frequently lately which I hate but the inspiration and the ‘drive’ to write is hard to come by for the time being.
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You were sitting on the bed in Chris’ hotel room. You’d taken some days off from work so you could go to DC to visit Chris. However, when you got there, you were greeted with less joyous pictures all over the internet. You tried letting it go because you knew that it’s his job and only a job. Still didn’t change that fact that it wasn’t that awesome watching your boyfriend making out with someone else.
Chris came back from filming later that evening pleased to see you’d arrived. He greeted you like always with a long embrace and a kiss just as nice. However, it didn’t feel quite right. Something was off. And as the evening progressed it became very clear to Chris that something was very off. You didn’t seem as happy about being in DC like he’d thought. Normally whenever you’d come see him during filming it was the greatest thing in the world because it was something you both looked forward to and enjoyed immensely. But this time something was up.
So, watching you from across the room, Chris decided he needed to take action.
“Why the sour face?”
“Shut up.”
Chris couldn’t help snickering a bit at your remark.
“Ohh. Now, I know someone’s in a sour mood.”
You hid your face in your pillow. You felt the bed dip and became aware of his presence next to you on the bed. You could feel Chris’ hand on your lower back rubbing it softly.
“C'mon, bubs…talk to me”
“You’re gonna laugh at me”
“Nah, of you? Never.”
You rolled over on your side facing Chris. Face still nestled in the pillow.
“I saw the pictures and videos from set today.”
“Oh.”
“It’s just -”
“Work.”
“I know! But still - not the greatest thing to wake up to seeing your boyfriend making out with someone else on a freaking boardwalk. Looking all loved up. I mean, you look like this amazing power-couple. And I know that you got great chemistry from filming ‘Knives out’ and then she couldn’t even keep her hands off you. So forgive me for feeling a bit put off-”
You watched Chris scrunch his face trying to refrain from laughing. You sat up pulling the pillow with you, planting several pillow-punches towards Chris
“See!? You said you wouldn’t laugh… Asshole.”
“Babe, I’m sorry I just find it hard to believe that you’d be jealous of Ana.”
“Oh!? Well sure, why wouldn’t I be jealous of someone so gorgeous, funny, smart, pretty, body like -”
“Y/N, seriously”
“Yeah, seriously. Of course, I’m jealous and -”
You took a deep breath as you stared down at your hands folded under the pillow. You didn’t dare to look at Chris as the truth crept up on you. Your cheeks felt warm and you pondered whether or not to tell him the entirety of the situation.
“I’m not like her or any other Hollywood star…I’m just plain old me. Nothing special or anything over the top.”
“Y/N…”
“Chris, you could have anyone and- Yes, maybe it comes off as jealousy but… Sometimes I don’t know if I’m good enough for you or even worthy of your love. I’m just me.”
“Don’t be stoopid.”
You let out a small scoff at your boyfriend hearing his Bostonian accent come out. You glanced at him quickly before averting your attention elsewhere.
But he saw it that very second. Chris’ face softened as he saw the look on your face.
You hid your face in your pillow once more feeling embarrassed, upset and now ‘stoopid’.
“Hey, look at me please.”
Face still closely nestled in the pillow, you turned your head so you could look at him. You saw there was no goofy smile or grin. He looked very serious. His blue eyes piercing into yours.
Chris laid down, on his side facing you.
“You’re not enough-”
Your eyes turned glossy the second he said the words.
“- You’re everything and so much…so much more than enough.”
You let out small gasp not realizing you’d been holding your breath. Chris snuggled closer to you, taking your hands in his. He pulled your hands to him, pressing soft kisses on the back of your hands. Your eyes welled up at his words and the gesture.
“You’re right… You’re just you. And ‘just’ you is what it is. It’s the woman that I fell in love with. That is everything that I want. I don’t want anybody else. Why on earth would I want someone else?”
You couldn’t help the watery laugh coming from you. Chris leaned down, kissing your forehead before pressing a long, soft kiss on your lips. You melted into the kiss inching closer to him. Chris wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer. You felt him caressing your back as you buried your face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent.
“I love you.”
He whispered in your ear holding you close. You could see and feel the love Chris felt for you.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
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You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Summary: The best cure for insomnia = Chris Trigger Warnings : Strong mature content. SMUT. Language ! Word Count : 1,455
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You’d been downplaying it. As you got in bed, the first hour or so, you hadn’t been able to settle down and fall asleep. Chris noticed it but you kept saying it was nothing. You told him to go to sleep.
Now, you were lying in bed looking over at Chris who was still sound asleep. You didn’t want to wake him up. But you’d been awake for several hours now, nowhere near getting some sleep. You had tried meditative music, walking around downstairs hoping to tire yourself… Nothing helped. Nothing worked.
There was one thing that always helped you fall right asleep… Well, several things could help you fall asleep.
Him. His body. His touch. Him. His embrace. His love. Him. His cock. His arms. Him. Specifically his cock.
After some good fucking it always put you right to sleep. Or a great orgasm.
The more you thought about it the more desperate you got. You could make out the outline of his entire body as he laid there next to you oblivious to you and your mind.
You considered bringing out your little vibrator to relieve yourself. But that would wake him up and you knew he needed his sleep having started filming. You didn’t want to bother him with your neediness.
Then you rolled onto your side a bit further away from his sleeping form. Your hand crept below the covers and down your panties. You began circling your clit, slow strokes. You’d gotten a bit wet from earlier when looking at Chris and thinking about him.
Closing your eyes, you started fantasizing about you and Chris. Your hand worked well but after some minutes… nothing happened. You couldn’t make yourself come.
You grew even more desperate.
You spit in your hand trying to see if you needed more lubrication. Nothing. Your changed patterns. Nothing. Speed. Nothing. Pressure. Nothing.
You let out a hiss of frustration. You tried flicking yourself down there. Chris had done it before where it sent a spark through you. Now, as you tried copying him, nothing happens. Absolutely fucking nothing.
You glanced over your shoulder looking at Chris who seemed to be sleeping still. You were surprised that you hadn’t woken him up considering who you’d been squirming and wiggling.
You tried once more, your hand growing tired and your willpower giving up.
“Do you need a hand?” His voice was hoarse from sleeping.
Your body shook and then stilled, startled by Chris. You slowly arched your neck, locking eyes with him.
“How long have you been awake?” Your own voice was timid and dry.
“Long enough.”
Shame and embarrassment filled you as he stared at you. His blue eyes pierced into yours in the almost dark room. You wanted to die…. But most importantly you wanted to come preferably before dying due to acting like a shameless hoe.
“So, does my girl need a hand?”
“Yes…”
You looked elsewhere trying to avoid his eyes.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl.”
You moaned at his words and instantly you were pinned underneath him. He hovered over you as he pulled down your panties completely. You were already squirming and panting in anticipation.
“So desperate… so needy.”
Your thighs trembled as one hand disappeared between your bodies. Your legs went around his waist. You sucked in a sharp inhale as his large hand cupped your sex shortly followed by his thumb grazing your clit. And just like that…You were getting wetter by the seconds. The moment from when he touched you. He dragged his fingers up and down your wet folds.
“You want to come?”
“Yess, please”
“Hmmm… Saw how you practically dry-humped the bed like some dumb girl.”
You let out a soft cry as he continued to tease you.
“I couldn’t- couldn’t fall asleep. An- an orgasm normally helps.”
“Yeah, I know… - You should’ve asked me for help.”
“Mhmm…”
You let out a soft wail as he studied you whilst grazing your waiting and desperate core.
“Hmm, so why didn’t you ask?” Your moan turned into a groan as he slowed down his hand.
You whined like the pathetic horny bitch you were. You tried urging him on, grabbing his hand only to have your hands pulled up above your head. Chris held onto your wrists with one hand while the other supported his weight.
“No, no, no. If you had done the right thing and been the good girl I know you can be, you would’ve said…”
“Chris!”
You tried rolling your hips against him in vain. He wouldn’t budge.
“Ah ah, not what I was looking for.”
Chris let go of your hands but gave you a look that told you to keep them above your head still.
The hand slowly moved down towards your aching core.
“What were you going to say then?”
“Please, fuck me. Help me fall asleep-OH, God!”
He began fucking you with his thick finger.
“Yes… what else?”
Chris placed kisses in the column of your neck as you continued squirming underneath him.
“Chris, I need you to Fuck me-”
“Hmmm, that’s good…and yet you didn’t?”
You whined… he was now torturing you slowly.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t want to burden you.”
“Hmm.”
Chris quickened his movements making you moan.
“Hey, look at me.”
You opened your eyes, finding him staring at you.
“You’re never a burden to me…Do you hear me?”
“Mhm-OH.”
You tried focusing which became harder and harder as you were inching closer to your climax.
Chris replaced his wet fingers with his throbbing cock. He slid right in. Your heat welcomed the lovely intrusion. Like always. ‘Oh mother of God, he just slipped right in.’
Your hands went around his neck holding onto him as he moved inside you. Precise and smooth movements. You shudder as one of his hands dips down between the two of you, finding your clit. He kept thrusting in and out keeping a steady rhythm. He kissed you, taking your breath away. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought out yours. It was a battle of dominance that you were more than willing to lose.
You were seeing stars. He sped up as you started quivering underneath him. Your walls gripped him ever so tightly. You were close.
You came with loud moans of pleasure. You felt tears pricking your eyes finally having reached your much needed climax. Chris kept lazily thrusting trying to squeeze every last bit of your orgasm out. You clenched around him making him hiss. Chris collapsed on top of you, face in the crook of your neck kissing the soft skin. He felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. You felt him caress the side of your face as you came down from your high. You felt tingly all over.
Afterwards, Chris stayed where he was. He moved slightly so you could both lie comfortably. Tangled up with each other. He did however stay inside you, softening cock inside your vagina.
“I think I’ll stay right here…Hmm?”
You softly let out a hum in agreement. One leg was thrown across his hip as the other plopped down against the mattress.
Cockwarmning was something you both very much enjoyed. No secret about that.
Chris couldn’t help but gaze at your naked form before him. Your hair was surprisingly not that messed up from his hand rummaging through it moments earlier. There was a small layer of sweat coating your skin. Your lips, puffy from kissing him. Your head turned a bit sideways from where his head was. You looked blissful.
You were blissful in that moment. Well and thoroughly fucked. You were filled with his warm seed that was safely nestled inside you.
Yes, this was what you needed. The best and most wanted remedy for insomnia. ‘God yes, this was it’ you thought in your haze. You could feel yourself slipping further into a light slumber.
Chris moved again bringing you with him so that he was on his back and you were lying halfway on top of him. Still connected. Still heavenly connected. You let out a small whine but cuddled up to him. One hand drew patterns on your bare back.
“Y/N.”
You lifted your head slightly so you could look at him before falling asleep.
“I meant what I said… - There’s nothing that you could ever do or say that would bother me- You’re never going to be a burden to me. Okay?”
He grabbed your chin with his one hand.
“Mmm, okay.”
“Okay?”
You hummed.
Chris placed a kiss on your lips which you reciprocated gladly. He tugged you even closer as he gave you one last long kiss.
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
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“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
Summary: Something that shouldn’t be cute but really is the cutest ever.
Word count : 440 (SHORT)
Trigger warnings : None? Language, use of a few swear words. Other than that = FLUFF for the win!
Another note til you all
I haven’t posted or written much lately. I’ve been very much off Tumblr and only read stuff here rather than actively posting… Life’s been hard recently and I’ve needed some time off dealing with a lot. Grieving is a hard and long process but I’ve always used creative writing as an outlet and now I’m hoping to return to that.
Hopefully, there’s still people out there willing to continue reading my work.
Thanks a lot. ❤
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here :
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“C'mon, honey it’s cute as hell and you know it.”
You narrow your eyes at your proud looking boyfriend. He seems pretty happy about it. No shame at all.
“No, Chris. It’s not really cute if you think about it.”
“Aww, you loved the movie?”
“Yes, the movie where it was animated and almost cute-ish but this-”
“Y/N. You wikeit. I know it.”
“It’s just wrong but- I told you to get something cool and sweet and then this is what you do?”
“What’s so wrong about this?”
“This is the last time that I let you be in charge of costumes.”
“Y/N.”
You point to him while continuing.
“You’re nicely dressed up and then there’s these two.”
“What?”
You looked down at dodger who wiggled his tail happily next to Chris not a care in the world.
“Chris, they’re dressed up as rats!?”
“Babe! Cute rats, tho.”
Chris grinned at you, holding your almost 1 year old son in his arms. Brady, only giggled as Chris blew air on his belly making the boy squeal. He made grabby hands in your direction.
“Ain’t this the cutest rat you’ve ever seen?”
Seeing all of your boys this happy, you couldn’t fight the smile forming.
“I suppose you’re right about that.”
“But I’m serious, this is the last time that you get to dress my babies as rats.”
“Fine.”
You snapped plenty of pictures for both yours and Chris’ family knowing that they’d love them.
“Oh, wait! There’s more.”
You squint your eyes at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, honey - you didn’t think I forgot about you?”
“if you think I’ll be dressing up as a rat then you’re mistaken.”
“No, no. I got something else in mind. It’s on the dresser.”
You walked back into your shared bedroom where your costume was laid on top of the dresser.
‘He’s dead.’
A while later…
“Ayy, look at mommy. Doesn’t she look good?”
Brady let out some happy babbles.
“Really, Chris?”
“Yeah! It completes the whole thing.”
You shot him a look yet a smile on your face.
“I don’t know if I would more rather be dressed up as a rat than this. I feel-”
“Super cuteeee just like the rest of us.”
You managed to snap some group pictures of the four of you. It did look good. Oddly enough.
“But I still think you would’ve made a damn good looking rat.”
You slapped his bicep with your toy spoon.
“Don’t be cute.”
“Can’t. It’s in my genes.”
He smiled cheeky at you before pointing to your son who looked just as cute and happy.
(** The pics are what I pictured in my head when I wrote it. It’s hella cute tho.**) AND just imagine Dodger in a rat costume as well.
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
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Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
Summary : Reader being less affectionate towards him. He thinks he’s in trouble. Maybe, he is or is about to?
Warnings : Use of one curse word.
Word count : 790 ish
Author Note :
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Chris was on edge. It wasn’t right. ‘How could you just sit there, like that?’ You were absent-minded, staring out the window as the car softly hummed. He was biting his tongue trying not to say anything.
However he couldn’t take it anymore, any longer when he saw how you scooted further away and curled up into yourself.
“Alright, are we going to talk about this?”
You slowly turned facing Chris, unfazed.
“About what?”
“That thing that’s clearly bothering you. Cos something is wrong.”
You glance at him.
“Nothing is wrong? Should there be something wrong?”
Chris gave you a sideways look as he drove.
“You tell me.”
There was a moment of silence. You remained quiet.
“Y/N.”
“What?”
“Did I do something to upset you or make you mad?”
“Do I seem mad or upset?”
“Well… No not really but I know something is off because-”
You shake your head a bit still not following your boyfriend.
“Y/N, we’ve been driving for like 40 minutes and you’re just sitting there quietly… Silent and-”
“Am I not allowed to do that? Enjoy some peace and quiet?”
“We don’t do that.”
You quirk your eyebrows at him, now completely lost.
“We don’t what? Know how to be quiet?”
“Yeah, we’re the exact opposite, Y/N. We’re a loud couple.”
You let out a small hum.
“Okayyy, well maybe all the more reason why I might enjoy me some quiet time.”
“Okay but if it’s only that… I just feel like there’s something wrong.”
“Chris, there’s nothing wrong. We’re fine, you’re fine and I’m fine. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Chris wasn’t convinced.
“But still, okay the peace and quiet I sort of get but you haven’t touched me once since we got in the car.”
You turn so you can face him a little better, questionable look on your face.
“What?”
“You’re normally way more affectionate when we’re driving. You’re always somehow touching me.”
“Ookay, then maybe I’m just not in the affectionate mood today and would just like to sit here enjoying the ride while being content.”
“Bull, we’re an affectionate couple, always have been. Which I dig, obviously.”
You can’t help but narrow your eyes a bit at him.
“You seem to have many opinions on what we are as a couple.”
“And I’m right.”
“What-okay, whatever you say, Chris. It’s nothing. I’m just tired and just want to sit back and relax for the rest of the ride.”
Chris glanced over at your form. You were curling up on the seat.
“Y/N.”
“Chris. For the last time, nothing is wrong and I’m- okay, feeling content right now.”
“Content?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“But if that was true, I’m pretty sure that you’d be touching me either your hand on my thigh or on my arm like usually.”
“God, Chris. Please, we’re fine. Okay, I love you. -”
You reached over placing a chaste kiss on his cheek before settling in, trying to get comfortable.
“Now - Let’s just chill.”
Chris wanted to. He wanted nothing more but… He squirmed in his seat.
“Are you kidding me!? I can feel your eyes piercing into my skin.”
“Honey, it’s just-”
“Didn’t we just park this conversation?”
“You did.”
“Chris, please… Can we not?”
“I’m just saying that if everything truly was great and everything- then you’d be curled up to me, touching me somehow and you’re not-”
“Oh my God, is that what it’ll take for you to shut up?”
“What?”
“If I put my hand on your thigh will you kindly let me relax and enjoy the rest of ride in peace and quiet?”
“Yes.”
Chris was dead serious. He answered promptly.
“Okay, then I’ll do that then.”
“Great.”
Chris was grinning at you.
“Great!”
You huff out loud.
“I swear if you say one more -”
“Just do it.”
You scooted closer so that you could reach your left hand out and place it on his strong and firm thigh.
“There! Are you happy now?”
“Very.”
You rolled your eyes a bit and leaned your head backwards resting your eyes. You felt Chris’ larger hand covering yours gripping it firmly.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?”
You look at him, catching his sheepish smile. Chris brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.
“And just think, you could’ve saved yourself a whole lot of time and trouble if you’d just given me your hand to begin with.”
Chris rubbed the back of your hand that was now placed back on the top of his thigh. On its rightful place.
“You little…”
You grumbled under your breath. Still, you couldn’t stop the small smile on your lips as he gripped your hand tighter in his.
Summary: Chris appearing on Jimmy Fallon. To talk about his latest movie among other things.
Warnings: None. Just fluffy AF.
Word Count : 1,115
Author Note :
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“Chris Evans, ladies and gentlemen.”
Jimmy’s voice and the sound of clapping snaps Chris out of his thoughts. Chris smiles as he walks out waving at the audience in the studio.
The two men shake hands and sit down. Chris takes a sip of his water the second he’s seated.
“My man, you look great and well rested.”
“Thank you. Surprisingly so?”
The two laugh.
“So, how’s the family?”
“Oh, they’re great. Doing really well.”
“How old are your daughters again?”
“Rosie’s four years old and Addie’s two years old now.”
A picture of Chris and your kids flash on the screen behind them. The crowd goes ‘Awwwe’.
“That must be nice having 150-200 people go, ‘awww’ about your kids.”
“Yeah, it is. Mostly it’s just me and my wife doing that. So that’s nice to hear someone else doing that for a change.”
“How’s the little lady?”
“Also doing good, really good. She’s juggling those two-”
“They’re giving you a hard time?”
“No, not really but they’re real- they’re very clear about what they both want and especially what they don’t want. What they like and don’t like.”
Jimmy grins already excited about further explanation.
“Rose has always been a characteristic little girl, which she takes after the both of us I think. Mostly Y/N, I’d say.”
The audience laughs at that.
“I brought a video just to show what I mean.”
The video clip:
Rosie’s sprawled out on the floor. Dodger is lying next to her.
“Honey, you want two or three tomatoes?”
Rosie didn’t answer and Chris walked into the living room looking down at his oldest daughter.
“Rose?”
“I’m done.”
“Done with what, bub?”
Rosie vaguely motions around.
“Every thing.”
Chris chuckles and says
“You really are your mother’s daughter.”
Both Chris’ and your laughter is heard in the background.
End of video clip:
The audience and Jimmy are all laughing.
“So, Rose’s is charismatic, I can tell.”
“Y/N, was actually taking a picture of Rosie on the floor and then she just filmed it. Fortunately for us. I’m happy we got that on video. Never have I ever met a child like Rose. I mean, the first time she tasted a french fry, she did this sassy wiggle dance in her highchair and looked like she was about to pass out from happiness. She looked like me after a night out and then coming home to ‘pig out’.”
“Other than a little sass, she seems so great.”
The two fathers share a heartfelt smile.
“Oh, they both are. So amazing. They’re both ‘daddy’s girls’ unfortunately for my wife.”
“Ahh, I see. The same at my house.”
“The wives aren’t so thrilled about it.”
“Yeah, oddly enough no, not my biggest fan. I get it, I mean Y/N carried both girls for 9 months and went over her due-date both times and had two hard and actually difficult labors…I mean she did all of the heavy lifting, truly and I applaud her for that! Then we welcomed the kids and both their first words were ‘dadda’, so I get why Y/N sometimes wants to strangle me.”
Jimmy laughs and sips his own mug listening to Chris’ story.
“To be fair, Addie’s first word was actually ‘bobba’ probably from hearing my calling Dodger bubba all the time and then she learned to say momma.”
“Aww, so cute.”
“Yeah, I’m lucky. A lucky man who has it all.”
“So, ‘Mr. Has it all’, tell how it was filming ‘The Gray Man’…”
“Also amazing-…”
Later, at home.
“Hi! Anybody home?”
Small footsteps and paws on the floor, came in hot. Both Rosie and Addie tumbles down the hall from the sound of their daddy’s voice. Rosie and Addie dressed in their swimwear.
“Daddy!”
Chris kneels down scooping up both girls into his arms and proceeds walking further into his home.
“Y/N?”
“Out here.”
Chris follows the sound of your voice. You’re sitting outside reading on your Ipad, feet propped up on the lounge chair. Chris leans down pressing a kiss to your lips as both girls squeals.
“Daddy no!”
“What? Daddy can’t kiss mommy?”
“Nooo, swim with us.”
“Baby, it’s too cold for that.”
“No, we heat the pool.”
Chris looks down at you for an explanation. He then kneels down again, setting both girls down. Addie whimpers and clung to her father not wanting to let go. Rosie walks around the pool keeping a good amount of distance from the edge which she’d been instructed to do.
“They wanted to swim.”
“Y/N.”
You shrug your shoulders as Chris sits down next to you, still holding Addie who hid her face in the crook of his neck.
“Both Rosie and Addie threw a fit until I helped them change into their swimwear- and then I promised daddy would take care of it.”
Chris raises an eyebrow at you. Your sheepish smile melts his heart.
“Did you know?”
“Yeah, I ain’t going swimming anytime soon. Despite the fact that I may as well be a whale right now.”
Chris chuckles at your comment.
“You’re beautiful.”
With the arm that isn’t wrapped around Addie, he gently runs his hand over your swollen belly.
“Glad you think so. Remember that when I hit the 9 month mark.”
Chris only smiles at you. He reaches down pressing a kiss to your belly making your heart swoon. Addie turns in his arms looking at her mother’s belly too. With her small hands, she cradles the belly too.
“Baby.”
“Yeah, there’s a baby in there.”
Addie’s eyes go wide each time they talk about the baby.
You lean over smooching your youngest daughter’s cheek making her giggle.
“Yeah, what do you think it’ll be? A girl or a boy?”
“A girl.”
Addie wiggles in her dad’s arms and he sets her down. She sits on the mat next to the chair where some of the girls’ toys are. Both parents keep a close eye on her and the older girl who runs over shortly after. Rosie shows her Winnie the Pooh, stuffy to her parents proudly. Like they never had seen that very stuffed bear before in the lives. Wide and happy smiles.
“One more girl, huh? Talk about being outnumbered severely.”
“I wouldn’t mind another girl.”
You let out a breathless laugh and raised your hand.
“I would. I mean, imagine three teenage girls. Like Rosie is already teaching Addie how to act out.”
“What do you mean?”
“Who do you think orchestrated the hissy fit they had today?”
“Ohh.”
The parents share an exhausted but heartwarming laugh together.
“Well, maybe this one will be less sassy?”
“Oh please, like that’ll ever happen. Have you met me?”
Summary: You and Chris moving in together. You have to sort through your stuff. You come across something old, something you wrote years ago. You aren’t the only one who discovers what you’d been hiding.
Warnings: Language ! Smutty cont implied. Explicit.
Word count :2,255
**The idea came to me and I sort of just went with it. Also the pic, his facial expression is what I imagined so let’s all pretend it’s not a Ipad but a Laptop. That last line in the fic, goes out to all of the amazing writers here on Tumblr. You all amaze me. I hope you enjoy it. **
Author Note :
I do NOT give permission for my work to be re-posted, translated, or published on other sites than on my Tumblr. Comments, likes and reblogs are however much appreciated and humbly welcomed.
While you’re here : Feel free and more than welcome to check out my other stories. Here –> Master List.
While Chris packed up the kitchen, you moved on to your small study where you found your old notebooks from your teenage years and much more.
Time must’ve flown as you sat on the floor engrossed in some old story you wrote.
“Babe, at this rate it’ll take us forever to get done.”
You look up from the page, Chris stood by the door arms crossed but smiling at you.
“Sorry- I just found something from my high school. God, I can’t believe I won a contest with this. Luckily, my writings gotten better over the years.”
You continued to pack your stuff in the study. Most of the stuff was going to be donated or given away. Chris had made room for you in his- soon to be your office.
Suddenly you came across your old laptop. You were sure it had been thrown out. All excited and happy, you tried turning it on. Surprisingly it worked. You came across old documents and files from high school and college among family photos. You made sure to back everything up.
You ventured into your internet browser. You found your old WattPad and Tumblr user. You’d almost forgotten about that. For many years you wrote a lot of fiction and- … fanfiction. Reader insert fanfiction. You went through a quick and very brief Twilight phase and luckily your taste improved a whole lot. You wrote a bit Harry Potter and shortly dived into Marvel and DC which was a slip and slide into Actors x readers. You clicked on your old ‘Master list’.
“Hey, you about done in here?”
You closed the laptop promptly as Chris walked in.
“Yeah, I just found my old laptop and I wanted to save some old files and pictures- Something from a creative writing workshop.”
Chris squinted his eyes at you.
“That why you slammed the laptop closed? Cos of some writing?”
“Ahh yeah…- You need help in the kitchen?”
“Nah, almost done. Came looking for the tape.”
You slid the tape across the floorboards.
“Thanks. Are you hungry? I was thinking when you’re done here, we could order some pizza.”
“Yeah, actually- I can go down and get it. I should order one last Pizza from Sal’s pizza and pasta while I got the chance.”
You asked him about his order despite already knowing what he wanted. You grabbed your purse and keys.
You pulled Chris into a chaste kiss before leaving. You let out a soft hum against his lips feeling content. Chris caressed your cheek as you pulled away.
“See you in a bit.”
Silence filled the apartment. Chris went to finish the last box in the kitchen but curiosity nagged him. He couldn’t help but wonder what you’d been so desperately trying to hide on your laptop. ‘No, respect each other’s privacy.’
But then again, you told each other basically everything. ‘Didn’t you?’ he thought so. Chris walked back and forth between the kitchen and the study while trying to talk himself down. ‘Y/N, loves me and couldn’t possibly get mad at me for this seeing how we have full transparency and no secrets.’ Therefore, it shouldn’t be a problem if he snuck a little peak on your laptop. He eyed the laptop about 20 times before he let out a groan and marched into the study.
Chris sat down in your chair. ‘Nice and comfy- gotta keep this baby’ anyhow- Chris opened the laptop. There was no password. Chris was sort of expecting this to be your ‘naughty laptop’. You’d mentioned once a while back, that you had a separate laptop for certain things like porn which you would never surf on your daily and current laptop. You were paranoid and odd like that. Another thing you’d shared with him.
Chris saw several documents that he assumed were from school. His eyes danced across the screen. Then something caught his eye. Tumblr. Chris clicked on the site. It was a dashboard, your Tumblr user’s dashboard. Intrigued and curious, Chris clicked on ‘Master list’. At first, he’d thought it would be a place where you posted your original stories and such but he was surprised about this discovery. There was soooo much stuff. What caught his eye as he scrolled down, was ‘Actors x readers’.
Chris knew enough about Tumblr to know -sort of- what the platform was used for. Often he had heard a lot of people talking about it. He’d never really explored it until now that is.
Chris clicked again, and found something he hadn’t seen coming. ‘Chris Evans x reader’, there must’ve been about 20+ stories about ‘him’?
‘Well this calls for further investigation.’ Chris clicked on one of the stories. The first many stories were soft, sweet and cuddly like you were. As he scrolled further down, his eyes went wide. ‘Chris Evans x reader, SMUT’, dying to know what you’d written, he clicked on the story. As he read, his eyes got bigger and bigger. This was straight up filthy, dirty, sexy and core-shocking. Yes, Chris knew you were great with words and you were no shy girl when it came to some heavy sexting but this- ‘Damn,’ was all he could say. Sucking it all in, he read on.
You balanced the pizza boxes as you entered your soon to be old apartment. You placed the pizza on the kitchen counter and took off your jacket.
“Hey, sorry for the long wait. They mixed up some of the order but I got a butt-load of garlic bread as compensation and- OMG, what are you doing?”
Chris leaned back, hands behind his head, looking at you, wide-eyed in the doorway. You saw your laptop perched on his lap. God knows, he wasn’t playing Sims on that thing.
“Well, this is certainly some creative writing, sweetheart.”
You looked down, fiddling with your hands.
“How much have you read?”
“I read most of the ones featuring me- I glanced at the Marvel stuff too, and wasn’t a fan of the fics with Henry Cavill.”
Chris chuckled at you as your wide eyes locked with his. He then placed the laptop on the desk, and motioned for you to join him. You hang your head low wishing God would swoop down and have mercy on your soul. Chris called your name and reached a hand out for you. Slowly, you walked to him. Chris patted his thigh, you sat so both your legs were on one side of his.
“Y/N, I’m not mad or offended or anything…Actually flattered and-”
“I wrote those years ago and I wasn’t really all that social and- Wait, you’re not mad?”
“No, not at all…Maybe that you seemed to have had an infatuation with Henry Cavill as well but I can live with it. I had more stories if I’m not mistaken.”
You look up from your folded hands. There’s no signs of anger, disgust, disdain or anything like that. If anything he looks amused and unbothered.
“I feel like such a creep, Chris.”
“Why?”
“Because, I wrote them about you and you reading them wasn’t a part of my plan. It was meant to entertain other ‘thirsty CE fans/readers… - Not you, now I just feel dirty and kinda cheap.”
“Honey, writing wise what I read was really good. Not just saying that because I’m in it but they were good.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
Chris smiled as you lifted your head, no longer sad or worried. Chris leaned forward while balancing on his chest, you did the same. It was barely a peck on the lips before you flicked him hard right on his forehead.
“Dammit, what was that for?”
“What were you doing on my computer in the first place?”
You narrowed your eyes at him leaning back. Chris offered a sheepish smile.
“What? I’m sorry, I was curious.”
“You do know what curiosity did to the cat, right?”
Chris wrapped his arms around your waist holding you.
“I do yeah- but judging from your writing, killing me isn’t your style. - No, maybe whippingme,spankingme for being a naughty boy-”
“Screw you dude- Let me go.”
You tried wiggling your way out from his strong grip. Chris only laughed at your futile attempt. At last, you gave up leaning forward to rest your head in the crook of his neck. Chris rubbed your back as the laughter quieted down.
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
You let out a small hum.
“I’m sorry for snooping. Too nosey and curious for my own good.”
“And I’m apparently a thirsty whore on a laptop. So, sorry too.”
“Do not apologize for that. Ever. ”
You leaned back, Chris kissed your lips, cheeks and jaw. You gave him a small pat on the arm, signaling him to let you up. Not entirely willingly he did. The delicious smell of pizza filled his nostrils as he followed you.
You sat on the kitchen counter eating your pizza in a comfortable silence. Chris talked a bit about how the two of you could rearrange at home in regards to furniture. You disposed of the pizza boxes and cleaned up. Looking at Chris, You didn’t miss the way his lips quirked up every now and again.
“What?”
“There was one story, involved food-”
“Chris, no! You peaked and that is it. No more and never again, are we to discuss this.”
“Okayyy.”
There was silence after that. You walked through the living room and unfolded a moving box. Chris’ smooth voice startled you as it filled the room.
“‘She trembled in his hands, both his cum and hers dripping down her thighs. Chris tightened his hand around her throat- ‘ “
You leaped across the room, when Chris read out loud from the laptop. You placed the laptop in one of the boxes and turned around facing Chris.
“I will hurt you if you utter one more word.”
Chris tried hiding his smile as you stood with both hands on your hips, giving him ‘the stern and mad’ look. Chris raised his hands, surrendering. If only.
“Now, weren’t you the one who didn’t want this to take forever? - Then help me.”
You emptied your coffee table while Chris carried the boxes from the study into the living room, stacking them together. You stretched your arms above your head and arched your back.
“ ‘ You felt hot as Chris’ strong hands glided over your naked body. He looked up at you with lust in his eyes before looking down. Your cunt glistening from his previous and ‘far-from finished- feast-’ ”
You picked up one of the throw pillows and threw it at his stupid face. Chris laughed at your pathetic attempt. Whenever you were angry, you looked as angry as a kitten. He loved that. You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms.
“Fuck it, don’t bother packing the rest. I’ll stay here and die of humiliation. Thank you and please close the door on your way out.”
You threw yourself on the couch hiding your face in the cushions. You could hear Chris chuckling behind you, soon you felt the couch dip as he laid down next to you. His hand on your back instantly.
“You aren’t going to let this go anytime soon, are you?”
“Not likely- Y/N, I’m kidding… I’ll stop or I’ll try really hard to. Call it me being envious. I could never come up with any of that. Might I add, you normally do the majority of the sexting whilst I prefer facetime cause I ain’t good with words.”
You rolled over lying on your side facing him.
“That’s a lie. Your work with ASP?”
“Hon, that’s politics. Not hot stuff exactly.”
“I bet you could make it hot. You already are doing that. Fandom be thirsting and creaming for you.”
Chris’ eyes sparkled as a mischievous smile appeared on his face.
“Speaking of ‘creaming’, there was one fic-”
You slapped your hand across his lips, silencing him.
“I ought to beat you if you don’t shut up…”
Chris raised his eyebrows at you, muffled speaking from behind your hand.
“I think I got a whip from a bachelorette party I went to years ago.”
Chris’ eyes darkened a bit briefly but you saw it and he saw that you saw it. You felt his tongue on the inside of your palm. You removed your hand slowly as Chris pulled you closer, flipping you so that you were trapped and pinned down on the couch. Chris hummed as you shivered at his hand grazing your jean-clad pussy. He looked proud as he felt your hips bucking up against his own. A low growl vibrated from his chest.
“How about that?”
‘Hmm’
Chris leaned down pressing kisses by the corner of your mouth teasing you. More like torturing you. Your arms went around his neck holding him close to you. He smirked at you.
“I guess I ain’t opposed to that seeing how all of your creative writing got me all riled up earlier.”
It was safe to say that Chris was your biggest fan and reader of your work. You didn’t write fanfiction anymore and why would you when you had the real deal. There was no fantasy that this man would say no to. He was more than happy to fulfill them. And every once in a while, the two of you would explore some creative writing on Tumblr.
