#UGH and when he was leaving the press conference the way he cheekily said 'we can do it at arsenal by the way' im floored

[ugartecoco]

a common occurrence developing rn is me mumbling 'you dont have to gif this you dont have to post this' under my breath over and over while watching a ruben press conference

[ozarkthedog]

A Teal Crushed Velvet Ride

Summary: You love Chris’s Teal Velvet Pants. He notices and decides to indulge you.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Kissing, Dirty Talk, Size Kink, Thigh Riding, Female Orgasm, Squirting, Male Orgasm and those glorious Velvet pants.

Word Count: 3,022

Author Notes: Inspired by the gif set that @chrisheavans​ made (forever ty!) and wanting to ride Chris Evans thighs. 

This fic took on a life of its own. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE.

I hope everyone enjoys it!

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“Sweetie, are you sure you don’t want to come today?” Chris asked you while getting ready for the Avengers Press Conference. “You know everyone would be happy to see you. He says smiling at you from his closest. 

 You’re reclining on his bed in his Hollywood Home, watching as he combs through his closet for the day ahead.

“To be honest, I’m not feeling up to it. I’m feeling like a homebody.” You sigh out running a hand through your messy bed hair. Dressed in only a tank top and lace booty shorts, you’ve yet to shower. All you wanted to do was lounge in bed with Chris all day, if only he didn’t have that Conference. 

 “Ok, not to worry. I’ll miss you, but I understand. I’d rather spend the day with you looking like that.” He winks as he buttons up his dark blue cardigan. You chuckle and get up on your hands and knees reaching out to him. He comes to the side of the bed, clasping your hands together with his. He leans down for a kiss. 

You both sigh in contentment as your lips meet. You’ve always loved kissing Chris. His lips were so plump and soft. So naturally red you couldn’t help yourself but sneak quick kisses whenever you were in the same room together. 

Chris nips at your bottom lip as you open your mouth a bit wider for him. His tongue slides over your bottom lip, gaining access you swipe across your own tongue. 

 You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and grasp the soft material of the cardigan. Chris hums softly and reaches down with both hands to grab at your panty clad bum.

He squeezes your supple glutes and pulls your pelvis so it grinds on his own. You feel a slight hardness against your lace covered mound. You smile into the kiss, knowing you are going to be on his mind all day.

 “Mmm, Sweetie, no we’ve got to stop,” Chris pulls away from you reluctantly. You allow his shoulders to leave your grip as you notice a slightly bigger bulge trying to break free from

his black boxer briefs.

 “That’s ok, Babe. I can take care of myself later” you say cheekily, while falling back onto the crisp bed sheets.

 Chris narrows his eyes at you. Leaning over your smaller frame, he grasps your chin sternly, “Don’t you even think about it. If I have to go the whole day without touching myself, you have to do the same.” You sigh disappointedly, but agree, “Ugh, I guess that’s fair.”

He smiles down at you, “Good. It’ll be more fun when I get home later.”

 He straightens up, goes back into his closet while you get lost in thought looking out the big windows. Letting the sunshine lull you into a hazy state, you are startled when Chris finally speaks up after a while, “How do I look?” He comes out of the adjoined bathroom wearing a black t-shirt underneath a black cardigan, and Teal Crushed Velvet pants.

Your eyes widen as you take in his outfit. You feel your heart starting to race with all the impure thoughts running through your head.

Before you can even stop yourself you breath out a low “Fuck me”.

 His eyes perk up, smiling that beautiful smile, “I look that good, huh?”

 “Chris, those pants, let me feel!” You are back up on all fours crawling towards him in haste. The Velvet looks so soft, and it’s being stretched out so nicely over those strong thighs. You can’t help but run your hands over his thick quads and up over his crotch.

 “Hey now! No, no, no.” He backs away quickly before you get to far with those greedy hands. Chuckling he watches as your face go from pure lust to disappointment in the blink of an eye.

 “But I just like the way the material feels! Especially over your thighs and other places…” you whisper softly. Your hand travels without thought down to your pussy mound, lightly rubbing.

 “These pants are doing something to you, Sweetie. You like them.” He says with a hint of mischievous in his eyes. His mind was racing and all you could do was sit there while he pondered his actions. “Get that hand off of that sweet pussy if you know what’s good for you.”

 As if he came to a realization, he clears his throat and walks back into the bathroom. He comes back hurriedly, reaches for your chin and gives a tender but quick kiss. He tears his face away from you and looks at you pointedly, “No touching yourself until I come home.” You open your mouth to disagree but you’re met with demanding blue eyes and a slight shake to your chin.

 “No. Just agree. We will have fun later. Don’t you worry, Sweetie.”

Giving in to him, you nod your head in his grip and lower your eyes.

 “That’s my girl. I love you.” He leans in for another quick peck on your lips, then runs across the bedroom to leave. “I love you too. Tell everyone I say hi,” you call out after him.

 You proceed to then flop back onto the bed. This was going to be a long day.

  Several Hours Later….

  You hear the mudroom door close from your place in the kitchen. Washing a few dishes. You made yourself a small meal since Chris wasn’t expected to be home until after dinner.

 “Hey Babe” you call out to him. No reply.

 Your eyes brighten as you see him walk through the den to the kitchen. Shucking his coat off, he looks tired but determined.

 Chris’s brooding eyes meet yours. You grab ahold of the cold counter top as you feel your knees weaken and almost give out. He walks with purpose straight towards you.

 He crowds you into the side of the island. Hard marble digging into your waist as he towers over you. You feel the desire radiating off of him, making you want to throw yourself at his feet and let him take what he wants from you.

His stare is sharp, you feel his hot breath over your face. Strong arms cage you in, no chance for escape.

 You timidly bring your hands up to his beard and stroke it softly. He leans his face into your palms and let’s his eyes close. He relaxes for a beat, letting the long day wash away. Body sagging against your smaller frame.

 “Chris… I-” His eyes open suddenly. His once relaxed frame has now become aware again. Ready for action.

 He puts a finger to your lips, hushing you. Your body tenses as you feel his hands travel up your spine. Landing at the base of you neck. He leans down to kiss at side of your neck, making you purr.

 Your fingers dig into his cardigan. Relishing in the hard physique that lays beneath.

 Feeling his low voice vibrate his chest before you heard it, “Do you realize the position you put me in today? Getting me all worked up before I left for the day.” He voice is his firm, as he makes you squirm in his grip.

 “I’m sorr-” you try to apologize, feeling shy while he angles your head to look up into his steely gaze.

 His grip tightens a bit more at your neck. “No. The only words I want to hear from those sweet lips are “Please” and “Thank you” from this point on. Do you understand?”

 Your body reacts accordingly as you feel your panties start to get damp. The hair on your arms stands as a chill run through you at his assertiveness. This isn’t new. You’ve been down this road with him before. After a long day at work, Chris usually wants to play when he comes home. Not as in DOM/SUB, just him wanting to reign control for a little while.

 You hold his gaze and nod your head. He smirks down at you and leans in for a light kiss. His hand travels under your jaw keeping your head where he wants it. He deepens the kiss with haste. You moan into his mouth and he reciprocates with a much lower groan that makes you squeeze your thighs together.

 His gaze travels to the junction between your thighs, letting his right hand slide from behind your neck to your left arm suddenly dragging you behind him.

 He leads you into the bedroom, letting you go as he takes off his cardigan leaving him in his black t-shirt, those teal velvet pants and his boots.

 “Take your clothes off, my Love.” He says while sitting down in the winged back chair placed by the balcony doors.

 You watch as he gets himself comfortable, settling with his hands on his knees and just waits for you to comply. He raises an eyebrow at you, and you shed your clothes as quick as you can. He leaves you standing there, naked and exposed, while he contemplates what he’s going to say. You shift from side to side feeling bashful.

 “Since you were so enamored with my pants earlier today, I think you should give them a try.” He says, reaching out to you with both hands. He smiles so as to ease your woes of standing there exposed.

 You stand there for a few moments trying to process what he said. He can tell you are sort of puzzled so he explains further.

 “Come here, Sweetie. Stand in front of me.” Again, reaching out to you but with motioning hands to come closer.

 You will yourself to move and walk until your legs are touching his wide spread ones.

 He leans forward in the chair and places his big hands on your hips, “Now, I want you to get up on my thigh and grind on me until you make a mess all over yourself and these pants.” He looks so self-assured while he says the naughtiest things to you. No hint of wavering. No room for doubt. He wants to you get yourself off on his pants. The ones you were bewildered by hours ago.

 Your breath catches in your chest as he guides you up onto his right thigh. He keeps both hands on your hips to steady you until you grasp at his shoulders, holding on for dear life. Your slick pussy sits so perfectly onto the thick muscle you can’t help but let out a little moan. The teal colored crushed velvet rubs against your pussy lips with ease. It feels so smooth against your aching pussy.  

 “It amused me to see your fascination with my pants, so I thought I’d indulge you.” He says with kind eyes that makes your body heat up. As if he could read your worrisome thoughts about the piece of clothing, “And don’t worry about ruining them. I will buy another pair.” He says as he leans back into the chair, still holding on your small hips.

 He has always enjoyed being so much bigger than you. It was so easy for him to move you into any position he wants and you let me. You will always let him do whatever he pleases.

 He nods at you to begin. Still feeling shy, your hands grip his shoulders so tight, but you shift your hips a bit and the pressure of his thigh sends tiny jolts through your cunt up into your body.

 Chris hums in approval, as you gather up courage and move your hips in a longer glide against the supple fibers. You feel your slick seeping out of you at an increased rate while you find yourself grinding a little bit harder.

 “There you go. That’s it. I want that cunt to feel good.” He groans out as he sees the thick spot of wetness already soaking his pant leg.

 “Please…” you moan out. Increasing your speed, you close your eyes and just feel the solid muscle under your aching pussy. Your clit rubs down on the slick material making you see stars. You faulter momentarily, your steady grinding missing a beat, grinding always makes you cum so easily.

Chris grabs your hips more forcefully and moves your cunt along his thigh in a solid motion, “Keep going, Sweetheart. Grind down onto me. Harder.” He grits out between his teeth.

 You cry out at the pressure on your swollen clit, it was getting to be to much. You open your eyes and stare up into his bright blue eyes. You want to ask to come, but you can’t say anything other than please, so that’s what you do. You chant “please” over and over again. Hips moving on their own, chasing the pleasure, wanting to reach that highest peak.

 “Let go, Love. Let me watch you cum.” He says with a stern affection.

 You gasp sharply as you feel your clit rub the last few times over his thigh and tumble over that peak. Your body stills as you feel your cunt convulse around nothing. Warm slick oozes out from your over worked pussy.

 Chris moans with you, he loves watching your facial features tense up and then relax into pure bliss. He is rock hard, just wanting to bury himself in your tight cunt, but he holds himself back. Tonight, was about indulging you.

 You slowly start to come around as he brushes your hair off your sweaty forehead. He chuckles at your hazy eyes and brings you down for a searing kiss.

 “That was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” He whispers into you mouth. He starts kissing your jaw and neck line while you catch your breath.

 You moan out approval and in your sweetest voice say, “Thank you”. You feel him smile against your skin and he brings his lips back to you ear, “I think one more will do.”

 Your body freezes up. Chris can’t be serious. You stare back at him with wide eyes. You try to shake your head but Chris grasps at the back of your neck, making you whimper softly.

 He wants you to cum again, so you will.

 In an adamant, gruff tone he says, “Be a Good Girl and grind that swollen cunt on me. I want to be drenched in you.”

 Choking back a moan, you go to move your hips but he adjusts you so that your cunt is now grinding down on his velvet covered cock. You squeal out at feeling the extreme hardness on your sensitive pussy.

 “Will that help get you off again? Knowing how fucking hard I am watching you take yourself apart.” His jaw is tight and his eyes are full blown with lust.

 Your clit glides over his bulging crotch with purpose. Feeling how hard he is, watching you get off ignites a new spark in you. You lift your hips up higher to bring them down with a solid pressure against his cock.

 Both of you let out broken moans. Eyes catching, you feel the lust pass between your vibrating bodies. He finally plays with your tits for a little bit. Lightly spanking and twisting the perk buds between his skilled fingers. He tries to distract himself by fondling your breasts, but your sweet, wet cunt keeps drawing him back to you.

 He drops his left hand to your right hip and grabs it with a bruising squeeze. You yell at the roughness, but continue on as the pain turns to pleasure. His hardness feels so good against your cunt. Chris closes his eyes for a few beats as his hips thrust up unexpectedly. Sending even more jolts of pleasure through your body. He can’t help but thrust against your soaked cunt. The slick is seeping through his pants and boxer briefs, he can’t get over how wet you are.

 Chris brings his right hand up to cup around your jaw, then slides down to your neck. Just resting there, waiting. “Come on pretty girl. Cum all over me. Soak me.” He pants the words out.

 Chris sees that you’re close, so he adjusts his grip and applies pressure to your carotid artery. Not choking you, just wanting to make you weak and compliant.

Your mouth opens with a silent moan. The pressure he applies starts to make you feel light-headed. Your mouth forms an “O” shape as your faces tenses up again.

You let out a desperate moan and grind down ever harder onto his soaked pants.

 He thrusts up once, twice and then you hear him grunt out his own release. Your body tightens up as your eyes roll back and crash with own peak of pleasure. He keeps your hips moving with his as your slick gets even wetter with the gush of your orgasm.

 He growls out feeling you drench his pants, and lower abs ruining his t-shirt with your squirt.

His pants and your legs are covered with your cum. The material is soaked through from his own orgasm under his boxer briefs.

 You collapse down on top of Chris, spent. He finally opens his eyes and stares down at your exhausted body, quietly twitching every now and then. You sigh contentedly through your nose letting your heartbeat come to a normal rhythm.

 You glance up at Chris with sleepy, glazed over eyes. His Blue eyes crinkle on the sides as he smiles down at you. “So, was that everything you’d hoped it would be?” he questions you.

 Huffing out a satisfied laugh you raise your head up, “Um, yes, considering I didn’t know I had a Crushed Velvet Pants kink. I’d say that went over very well.”

 He lifts you up with so much ease that it startles you awake from the orgasm haze you were so comfortable in. “Oh! Chris! Warn a girl next time.” You jokingly say as he walks across the carpeted bedroom to the master bath to start a bath for the both of you. “Sorry, Sweetie, you know I like to keep you on your toes” he smirks and nudges your nose with his.

                                                         The End.

   @evansweaters​ @hurricanerin​ 

[honeypiehotchner]

the right someone -- part four

Words: 2,626 (why is this one so short??? Sorry babes!!)

Summary: LOL DRAMA

Warnings: angst...I promise I’ll fix it

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"What is up Atlanta! Have you guys been havin' a good time?" Screams follow Richard's exclamation as Rob works to get his mic stand back to his height. "Alright, well we've got more fun for you today. But first, there's some rules and regulations."

The fans cheer as the impromptu convention song, "Rules and Regulations," begins to play. Rob glances down to the front row briefly, but regrets doing so the moment he does. He only sees Kassie and Samantha, and your purse isn't even in the empty seat. Looks like you're not coming today.

Rob tries not to be disappointed, and changes his attitude rather quickly, turning toward Rich and smiling brightly as the song continues.

Richard notices the small bump in Rob's mood but doesn't mention it. He decides to leave it alone for now, and possibly for the whole day. They've got a lot going on today and Richard doesn't want to upset Rob even more by asking about you.

+++

Back at home, you're grumbling under your breath with your phone up to your ear. You had gotten up this morning and planned to go with Kassie and Samantha, but you ended up getting called into work. One of the theatre companies you work for needed a sketch for a poster today, like the assholes they are, and the head coordinator of the company decided to call you to discuss designs.

You reluctantly picked up the phone, having to apologize to Kassie and Samantha about not being able to go. Thankfully they said they would say hi to Rob for you, and explain everything.

You're hoping to have this stupid sketch done by around noon or so, so then you can drive your car over to the convention. You're still wearing your wristband and everything, so you can get in, it's just a matter of getting away from work.

"Alright, so you want the outline, with the lettering in the middle and--"

"Yes, but--"

You pause and sigh, switching the call to speaker-phone and setting it on the table in front of your sketchbook. You then listen to the long, drawn out explanation of how they want the drawing to look for the billionth time this morning.

You really need coffee if you're going to have to deal with this all day.

After the five-minute-long explanation ends, you can breathe without wanting to growl.

"Okay, I will sketch these up and scan them over to you in a couple hours."

The conversation ends shortly after that, and you resist the urge to throw your phone at the wall.

You grab your eraser and redo the letter you just drew, this time doing it much lighter. Your anger got the best of you a second ago and the letter turned out much darker than the rest.

Your phone buzzes.

>Kas: Rob really misses you :(

You smile sadly, texting her back.

>Have you been able to get ahold of him?? I don't want him to think I didn't want to come ugh

You place your phone down, nervously tapping your pencil against your sketchbook as you wait for an answer. A second later, an answer comes.

>Kas: Not yet. In J2's panel at the moment. R2 just left the stage but they'll be back at the end. Maybe then.

Again, you sigh sadly. You wish you could be there.

>Okay...well I've got sketches to finish so let me get back to that. I'll text you if I can make it later. Maybe we can meet for a late lunch??

>Kas: Hopefully! Gotta go, Jensen just told me to get off my phone lmao

>Lmaooo. What did you tell him?

>Kas: I said "fine, mom." Actually got a laugh outta him. Score.

You laugh quietly, deciding to put your phone down after that. You get up and head to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee before heading back to your sketches.

It's going to be a long day.

+++

Two hours later, you've finally finished your sketches. You scan them and send them over to the theatre company, not bothering to wait for a reply.

After the last one sends, you grab your car keys and bolt out the door. You've got two hours before the Richard and Rob photo op -- that Kassie just informed you about half an hour ago -- so you're going to meet Kassie and Samantha for lunch somewhere.

After figuring out where you're meeting for lunch, you get on the interstate and speed for downtown like a woman on a mission. Which really, you are.

Thirty minutes later you're sitting with Kassie and Samantha at Taco Mac, trying to decide what to have for lunch. The three of you are too jittery to eat, but you know you need to.

"Oh, and sis, we never could find Rob earlier," Kassie says sadly.

"We tried looking around backstage, but no one was there. We didn't try the green room because we figured we might get in trouble if we tried walking back there by ourselves," Samantha chuckles lightly.

After you guys order your food and drinks, the conversation continues.

"I hope he doesn't let it upset him too much," You sigh, propping your head up with your hand. "I actually hate work. Today, of all days."

"Well, even if it did, we're gonna be last in line for photos," Samantha says triumphantly, grinning.

You furrow your eyebrows. "Why?"

"Because," She breathes, grinning like a mad woman.

+++

"Robbie! Ready for photo ops?"

Rob glances up from his phone where he was checking his Twitter. Nothing from you. And mostly fans wondering where you are. It did nothing except make him sad, but he can't be sad right now.

"Yeah, I'm ready," He smiles, standing up from the couch.

Richard looks at him warily for a minute but moves on from it.

The two walk side by side toward the photo op area, and it's then that Richard throws an arm over Rob's shoulders.

"I'm sure she'll show up," Richard wants to say, but he stays quiet.

Richard and Rob get through all of the photo ops without any mishaps.

Rob tries not to let his mood drop too much as he sees the last people in line. He sees Kassie and Samantha, but he doesn't see you. But he tries not to be sad. He should have expected it, he guesses.

As Kassie and Samantha make their way over to Rob and Richard, they try not to give everything away. Samantha can't help but grin like an idiot when she and Samantha stay by Richard.

Rob looks confused, especially when Richard, Kassie, and Samantha are telling him to turn around.

Meanwhile, you're standing behind Rob with a grin on your face.

Rob turns around after a few moments of telling him to, and when he sees you, his face splits into a huge grin.

"Heard you missed me," You smile cheekily, stepping closer.

Rob nods, "Guilty."

He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You go with it, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Right as the camera clicks, Rob presses a kiss to your forehead.

After that photo is taken, the five of you take a couple more serious and silly ones, just for fun.

Rich and Rob still have about half an hour before their panel, so the five of you decide to head back to the green room and hang out.

Richard swings his arm around Samantha's shoulders, leaning over to whisper in her ear -- but he can't whisper, so you all heard what he said.

"I'd be careful. The angel missed you."

Samantha goes red, nodding. Her and Misha had become good friends since yesterday, actually. You aren't sure how, but they've somehow developed this brother-sister bond in the span of a day.

And true to Richard's word, the angel did miss Samantha.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Is the first thing we hear when we enter the green room.

Samantha jumps, turning to find Misha standing in front of her with his hands on his hips, looking playfully annoyed. She decides to go along with it and entertain him.

You and Rob break away from everyone and take the love seat on the far left side of the room. Thankfully no one makes a huge deal out of it, but Richard gives you both a knowing look before turning back to the group (Jensen, Jared, Misha, Felicia, etc.).

"So where were you this morning?" Rob asks after you've both settled into the couch.

"Work called me in. One of the companies I work for wanted sketches for an advertising poster and failed to tell me they needed them today," You grumble out, rolling your eyes. Rob chuckles a little at your annoyed face and tone. "But it's fine. The important thing is I got them done, and still had time to come here," You smile brightly.

He smiles back, unable to help it. "That is the definite upside."

A few minutes later, Rich and Rob's handler comes in to tell them they've got five minutes left, and that they probably should start walking now.

"I guess that's my cue," Rob smiles, sighing as he pats his hands on his legs before standing. "You'll be in the audience?"

You nod. "Front and center. Might even ask a question."

His eyes go wide for a second, but he doesn't have the opportunity to answer you because Rich grabs his arm and drags him away. Apparently, the band is already starting to play them on.

"So things are okay?"

You turn to see an expectant looking Felicia, Samantha, and Kassie, though the latter is who spoke a second ago.

You nod, smiling because you can't help it. "Things are good."

The four of you walk together to the conference room. You and your two friends sit back in your original seats while Felicia goes to stand on the side of the stage with some of the cast.

As you're settling into your seats, Rob and Rich run onstage, and screaming erupts from the crowd. It makes you jump because of how sudden it was, but then you start screaming along.

Rob's eyes immediately fall upon the front row where you're sitting. He grins and waves, but the moment only lasts a second before he's thanking the band and jumping into the panel.

You smile watching him onstage, wondering how in the world you got so caught up in this man in a matter of two days. It's crazy to think because a few weeks ago, you would've never done something like this. Your guard was so high, and then what happened? Rob happened, you guess. That's the only actual explanation.

You actually don't get up to ask a question in fear that Richard Speight would be the asshole that he is and drag you onstage. So you stay in your seat and let Samantha ask a question, which is one she asks everyone at any convention she goes to: what socks are you wearing?

Rob looks utterly confused when he hears her ask that, and it makes you laugh loudly when he looks to you for help. You shake your head, wanting him to answer anyway. You'll have to tell him it's an inside joke between the three of you later. Not today, though. His confusion is priceless.

The panel is crashed by Jared at one point, even though he has a flight to catch in about an hour or so to head back to Vancouver for filming. He came onstage to say his goodbyes and joke around with Rob and Rich before Jensen called to yell, "Dude! If you're not on the plane I'm telling them to leave you!"

Jared leaves after that, waving to everyone. Misha and Felicia are still standing side stage that you can see, but everyone else seems to have left to catch flights home.

It's then when the thought hits you again.

Rob's leaving after this panel. He might stick around for another hour or two, but he's leaving. This isn't the place he calls home. He's leaving.

You close your eyes and sigh, leaning back in your chair. You're so goddamn stupid. You knew he was leaving, so why did you let yourself come today? All it did was get you even more enthralled by him, and now you're attached. You're an idiot. A huge, straight-up idiot.

As soon as the panel ends, Rob has to go finish signing autographs from earlier, and as soon as you find this out, you know it's your escape.

"I'm gonna go," You say warily, knowing Samantha and Kassie will protest.

They do.

"What? Why? Aren't you gonna say bye to Rob?"

You shake your head. "I can't...I really-- Tell him I said bye, please? And that I'll miss him."

"I can give him your number," Samantha offers.

"Thanks," You smile, shaking your head. "But please don't."

Kassie smiles sadly. "You're running again."

"It's what I do best," You mumble, shrugging. You blink rapidly, fighting back the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. "I don't know why I thought I could--"

"It's okay," Kassie pulls you into a hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back. "You'll be okay. Go get some sleep."

"I feel like all I do is sleep," You laugh, stepping away from the hug and wiping under your eyes.

She shrugs. "You've been through a lot, so it's fine. You need the sleep."

You nod. "I'll see you guys at home."

"See you," They both wave, giving you big hugs before you nearly sprint toward the exit doors.

+++

The elevator doors are about to close when someone else steps in. Your heart drops, willing it to not be who you think, but it isn't. It's someone worse.

"So you're running away. Doing the great escape. Didn't plan it, did ya?"

"Rich, leave me alone," You mumble, leaning against the wall as the doors close. The elevator jerks gently as it begins going down to the first floor.

"You didn't even say bye," He sounds hurt.

"Didn't know I was obligated to," You respond quickly, wanting the elevator to go faster.

"You're not. Just think it's odd that you aren't."

"Well I'm an odd person, so," You shrug, cursing as the doors open on the third floor. It's a huge crowd of people, though, so of course they say they'll wait for the next one. Bastards.

"You're really gonna hurt Rob doing this," Rich starts as the doors close again.

"Look, I know you're his best friend, but I don't need you guilt tripping me right now," You raise both eyebrows, hoping to get your point across.

"Fine. I won't. But I just wanna know why you're not--"

"I barely know him, Rich! I barely know you!" I gesture wildly. "I barely know anyone at this convention and it's insane to me how people think Rob and I are supposed to be attached at the hip!"

"Because you have been, okay? You have been since the first moment you met and you're both too dumb to realize that you're in--"

"In what, Richard?" You nearly yell from the frustration. "I barely know him. He barely knows me. We're not in love. We're not dating. We're nothing but two people who happened to become friends at a convention." You pause as the elevator doors open on the first floor. You step out, turning to glare at him. "So I'm sorry you think I'm suddenly supposed to make out with him. I'm not." You pause, the doors starting to close. "Goodnight. Be sure to tell Rob how evil I am." I know you will.

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