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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC) Masterlist

Summary: Julie Zuniga, diagnosed with Severe anxiety at only the age of Seven then with Clinical Depression at the age of Sixteen, she had been going to therapy for years. But things change one day when her therapist recommends her to be a part of a new project, in hopes that maybe this will help with her anxiety or depression, she gives it a try. Little did she know what a life-changing event this project will be.

Chapters: 

1    2   3   4   

5   6   7   8

9  10  11(Coming soon)

CHARACTERS:

Chris Evans as Himself

Selena Gomez as Julie Zuniga 

Francia Raisa as Irene Estrada

David Henrie as John Zuniga

Hector Elizondo as Manuel Zuniga

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Worthy Of -Characters

Summary:

What’s that saying?

“What’s Meant to Be Will be”?

Ex model, turned actor James “Bucky” Barnes never believed in that sort of thing -at least not until Julissa Castillo entered his life. Julissa was everything James never realized he wanted AND needed. When their lives become intertwined in ways they never thought possible- will these two have the courage to acknowledge they are worthy of love? Not just from each other-but themselves?

Characters: AUBucky Barnes x OC Latina character

Warnings: Mental health, drug use mention, alcohol use, future smut, angst, slow burn, domestic violence mention, fluff, language

Rating: NC-17

Authors note: List of characters below

James "Bucky" Barnes- former model, now well known "bad boy" actor (Sebastian Stan)

Julissa Castillo aka "Jules" , "Issa" , "Lisa" - a nurse practitioner, working and living in NYC (Julissa Bermudez)

Steve Rogers -Julissa's old-roommate/best friend (Chris Evans)

Wanda Maximoff - Steve's fiancé and Julissa's old roommate/friend (Elizabeth Olsen)

Sam Wilson- James best friend (Anthony Mackie)

Natasha Romanoff- Bucky's personal assistant/friend and Sam's wife (Scarlett Johansson)

Sharon Carter- Bucky's manager and ex-girlfriend (Emily VanCamp)

*there are others who will make an appearance- but it will be later on.*

Prologue

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floosies mcu masterlist

[Thank you to @indecisivedolly for creating this masterlist all that time ago]

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

Dancing with Bucky May Include

Trouble - mob!bucky x reader (series)

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - bucky x Noctua, avengers x Noctua (series)

Busy Bees - domestic!bucky x reader

Haunted Heart - Bucky x reader

Escapism - bucky x reader, avengers x reader

Everything Stays - dad!bucky x pre teen!reader

Brooklyn Kids - bucky x poc!reader

She - Sebastian x poc!reader

Postmodern Girl - Sebastian Stan x poc!fem!reader

Celoso - Sebastian Stan x latina!reader

Steve Rogers/Chris Evans + characters

La Muneca del Barrio - mob!steve x reader (series)

Cinderella - steve x reader

Time after Time - steve x reader

Jaripeo - Chris Evans x mexican!reader

Lovely - Chris Evans x poc!fem reader

Here comes the Night - steve x fem!reader

Beyond the Storm - steve x reader

Yes It Is  - steve x reader

Static - au!teen!chris x poc!fem!reader

Artsy Things I Think Steve Rogers is Into

Late Night at the Grocery Store  - Andy Barber

My Blue Heaven - mob!Andy Barber

Sam Wilson

Throw it in the Bag -  sam x reader

Folding Clothes - sam x poc!reader

Rainy Day Rituals - sam x fem!reader

Tiene Tumbao - sam x mob!oc!reader (series) 

A First - sam x poc!reader

daydreaming - sam x poc!reader(fem)

Natasha Romanoff

Girl - Natasha x reader

Fix You - mom!natasha x son/daughter!reader x avengers

On a Morning, in Paris - Natasha x fem!reader

Avengers

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - avengers x Noctua, bucky x Noctua (series)

Escapism - avengers x reader, bucky x reader

An Avengers Christmas - avengers x reader

Gold Medal Ribbon - avengers x reader

Christmas at the Compound - avengers x reader

Some Christmas Cheer - avengers

Could You Imagine? 

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today: Part 2

Tik Tok Trends/Dances I Think the Marvel Cast Would Attempt

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Coffee - Tom x reader

Amorsito - Tom x hispanic!reader

Coffee Bars - Loki x reader

Dead to Me - mob!tom x poc!reader

The Joy You Felt - Loki x poc!reader

Coffee - Tom HIddleston x reader

For So Long - AU!Loki x oc!character x AU!Bucky

Honeymoon - Loki x reader

The Professor and I - Professor!Tom x black!reader (series)

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Omened - Peter x reader

Half a Person - Tom x reader

Puppy Love - peter x poc!plussize!reader

Thanks, Little Sis - Peter x Morgan

Happiness is a Warm Gun - Peter x reader

Mio Amore - mob!Tom x poc!reader

I Only Have Eyes for You  - mob!Tom x poc!reader

Tony Stark

She's Mine - dad!tony x daughter!reader

Sides - tony x poc!reader

It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World - tony x poc!reader

Marvel Ships

Tranquil - Thor x Bruce

Everything Stays - Thor x Bruce

Viral - MJ x Shuri

In Another Life - Steve x Sam

I Like the Way You Love Me - Sam x Bucky

Others Marvel Related:

All the Way - Howard Stark x reader

Ned's Day Out -  Ned x Tony&Bruce

Bambi - M'Baku x black fem!reader

Sweetheart - Pietro x reader

The Holidays - Frank Castle x reader

‘Girlie’ - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Shades of Cool - Stephen Strange x reader

Saviour - Matt Murdock x reader

Personal Jesus - dark!Thor (18+)

Salvatore - mob!Jake Lockley x oc!fem

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MASTERLIST

Last updated: 01/23/20

Series

Ghost - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4, part 1 - Chapter 4, part 2 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (soon).

Playlist on Spotify - The Mixtape

SUTRA - Steve Rogers x Latina!Reader

Summary - Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9, part 1 - Chapter 9, part 2 - Chapter 10 (soon).

Movement - Sebastian Stan x OC (soon)

Summary - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Ne Me Quitte Pas - Sam Wilson x Reader (soon)

Summary  - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

One-shots

Steve Rogers/Chris Evans

Explícale

Earned It

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

La Vie en Rose

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist 

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 1,340

Chapter 10

Letter #10

November 23rd, 2017

“Maybe you should talk to her,” John said softly into the phone, he had been listening to his sister, Julie, speak about how Thanksgiving just didn’t feel the same anymore. Knowing very well that the topic about their mother was a touchy subject with Julie, he just had to encourage her to speak to the woman that gave birth to them.

“John, you know damn well why I don’t,” Julie retorted, letting out a sigh. The mention of her mother made her angry, sad… all these emotions. “I get it, you want to restore things, patch things up. But you don’t know what it was like. She treated you like a king and frankly, you don’t have a say in this.”

“Alright, Julie,” John defended, he knew she was already getting riled up about the topic, “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

Julie walked around her dad's office, looking at the photos that were sat on the bookshelf. Gently brushing a photo of her and her brother when they were younger, back when they had a mutually feeling of hatred for each other, a sibling rivalry, “it’s fine,” Julie said softly. Most people would find how close they are quite odd. But the distance brought them close. The phone calls from unknown numbers haunted her, thoughts traveled, maybe it was the call that announced her brother's death. With every phone call, every chance he got to visit, every letter, they became close siblings. Best friends, their parents warned them when they were younger, that they would become.

“Remember when dad used to tell us that we’d become best friends?” She asked as she held the frame in her hand, the photo of a younger self, being wrestled to the ground by her older brother.

John let out a soft chuckle, “yeah, man, that used to piss me off! I was so determined to prove them wrong, I guess that’s why I was always mean to you.”

Julie laughed, “but look at us now.”

“Awww are you calling me your best friend?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “way to ruin the moment,” she muttered into the phone.

There was rustling in the other end, John let out a heavy sigh, “I have to go, Julie.” She knew the phone call had to end soon, although, she was grateful that her family got the chance to speak to him and she was grateful she had the chance as well.

Julie sighed, “I love you, bruh.”

“I love you too, sis,” John said with a slight chuckle from his sister's tone of voice.

“And have a Happy Gobble day,” she added.

“You too,” John stayed silent, hating to say goodbye to his family, it felt like if saying goodbye was a hint that he may never speak to them. “I’ll see you later.” With that, he hung up the phone. Julie placed the frame back on the bookshelf, she wishes she could just speak to her younger self. Give her a warning, if that would be alright. Would it ruin things? Would things turn out for the better? She would never know.

Time passed by, Julie watched the Macys Thanksgiving parade with her cousins and then ate Thanksgiving dinner. She finally called it a night after Seven, knowing she couldn’t handle the socialization anymore, she needed time to herself. She drove the empty streets, passing lines waiting outside stores like Target or Best Buy for the next day's festivities. It was all part of the holidays. Julie passed by the postal office, noticing the lights for the room that held P.O. boxes were on, she decided she might as well check, just in case.

She walked into the building, bidding a smile to a woman as she walked out. Julie opened the P.O. box, smiling as she noticed the envelope inside. Quickly grabbing it, she ran back to her car to open the letter:

Dear JuJu,

You had me worried there, I was about to send out an army just to make sure you were alright. Although I am extremely jealous that you went to Disneyland without me, I am hurt about it too. But it sounds like you have amazing friends if they got you tickets for Disneyland.

That’s one try, Juju! Chrissy? Really? That’s all you came up with? I’m offended!

He sounds like an amazing man. It must have been hard to lose his best friend but the way he just honored him by naming his son after him. He sounds so kinder hearted. Ugh, I didn’t know you could volunteer to be a baby cuddler! I have to see if the hospital nearby does this, I so need to volunteer for that!

Julie, believe me when I say this. You are fucking talented! I would be disappointed if you didn’t go to that show to take photos. I know that shit happens but you have to get back out there, it’s all about pushing through the hard things in life and saying you made it in the end. Also, I need to see photos of these shows you’ve done. Why the interest in this particular field if I may ask?

Traveling is nice, I would love to go to Hawaii someday, maybe even Cape Town. Anywhere with a good view would be nice.

A dragon? I am now kind of regretting my choice as it felt a bit more feminine… you know what? No! My choice is better! To become a freaking Unicorn would be fucking neat!

Goofy?! What!? I seriously thought you would’ve chosen Mickey but given your reason as to why you chose Goofy… I’ll let it slide. This time.

Ugh! I hate you.

I’ll have to go with Belle. Hands down.

Toodles.

P.S.

I highly doubt that, but then I don’t doubt it… Also, given the fact that Thanksgiving is coming up this week, I will expect your letter to arrive late. This time, I promise, I won’t panic if it does. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, Julie.

P.P.S

I tend to have more of a form of Social Anxiety, so my triggers are kind of obvious that it’s big crowds, being out of my comfort zone.

It sounds like you know how to control your anxiety attacks, which is good. And yes, I totally understand you. Sometimes we just forget and those things that help us during attacks are the last thing on your mind.

You’re welcome, Juju, and yeah that’s one way to look at it but hey, once you hit rock bottom there’s only one way to go and that’s up.

Would it help if you had someone there with you when you are ready? Maybe someone you trust?

Julie knew that Chris was right about her photography. She had to get back out there. She told herself that she’d send a reply tomorrow, given the fact that her letter would possibly stay in the post office until Saturday, she would take time to reply this time.

Julie drove to the familiar bar, walking in she smiled over to the regulars. “Hey,” she said as she reached the counter.

The man behind the counter quickly whipped around, “hey!” he said with excitement, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, you know, just visiting,” she said as she looked around the familiar bar.

“Mhm, sure,” he said with an eye roll, “Can I get you anything?” 

“Uhhh, coke,” Julie said with a smile. 

“you come into a bar and ask for a coke?” 

Julie nods as she watches him grab a coke bottle and handing it to her, “thank you, Blake.” 

He sighed, “anything for my best ex-employee.” 

Julie sighed, “Actually, Blake, I was wondering… Does your nephew still need a photographer for that gig?”

“I knew there was an actual reason for you being here,” he said softly with a smile, “yes, he does… why? You interested?”

“More than interested,” she said with a wink. That was it, Julie was going to get back onto her feet, she thought of it as an early New Years resolution.

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously On The Pen Pal Project... 

Warnings: foul language, mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 1,200

Chapter 9

Letter #9

November 20th, 2017

It’s been a week since he sent his letter and usually, Chris would have had a response within two days but this time it was different. Two days after sending his letter he noticed that he had yet received anything, thinking nothing of it, Chris went along with his day.

Three days after sending his letter, once again, nothing. Chris tried not to think much about it but his mind couldn’t help but wonder. On the fifth day, that’s when Chris began to panic.

Now on the seventh day, he tried his hardest to remain calm while in Dr. Holt’s office, “so, yeah, I think it’s helped me a lot.” Dr. Holt began to notice Chris’s leg was jumping, a sign that he was anxious.

“Alright, so, tell me what’s making you anxious?”

Chris looked at her confused, she then gestured towards his leg and instantly placed his hand on his leg. Chris sighed, “she hasn’t replied in a week.”

“Okay?”

“She never takes that long to reply, it’s usually a couple of days.”

She sighed, “alright, let’s give it another week if she doesn’t reply then I will talk to my colleague and see what’s going on. How does that sound?”

It sounded like a lot of waiting for Chris, “alright,” he said softly.

“But overall, this has been working for you? Talking to someone with similar experiences?”

Chris gave her a nod, “yeah.”

The session was quick but Dr. Holt did explain that their sessions wouldn’t last long because of the project. Chris said his goodbyes and left to his car, deciding it was worth a shot to go to the post office. Chris prepared himself for the letter to not be there, he opened the small PO box and let out a relieving sigh as he noticed the small envelope inside. He quickly grabbed it and closed the box, he walked over to his car.

Opening the letter as soon as he sat down.

Dear Chris,

I am sorry for the late reply, my friends surprised me with Disneyland tickets and we were gone all weekend! I do apologize for having you wait so long!

Alright, this is my first try but I’m gonna say, Chrissy??? I’m really hoping that’s it.

As a matter of fact, I have, turns out he volunteers every day, at the hospital nearby as a baby cuddler. He just became an even sweeter person. He also told me stories about Vietnam, losing his best friend in the war and even going as far as naming his son after him in honor of his memory. It was an experience talking to him, I will definitely do it again.

I’ve been wanting to take get back on track with my photography, I’ve even had a coworker say that her friends needed a photographer for their show in a couple of nights. I’ve done a couple of shows in the past, it’s what I had planned on doing for my life, becoming a music photographer but like I’ve stated before. Shit happens.

I went to Germany, to live with my brother for a couple of months. Visited, Paris, London, Prague, and Poland. I would love to travel their again, something about traveling just makes me feel free. Happy in a way.

A huge pain! Don’t even get me started! But yes, even though they are a pain in the ass I love my siblings no matter what!

I did, so like, deal with it!

Nice choice! I personally would’ve gone with a dragon but like whatever.

Ugghhhh!! I hate your question!!!! I refuse to answer. God dammit! Ugh! Why do you do this to me, Chris? Or should I say, Chrissy? ;) I would have to choose…. Goofy. He always made me laugh as a child and laughter was always the best medicine. I just loved him so much.

Now for my question… Favorite Disney princess?

Later Vader.

P.S.

One day you will see my wrath and you will regret ever saying that.

P.P.S.

This is probably going off topic, but what were some of your triggers for your anxiety?

But that is an amazing way to look at things. I tend to just listen to music when I have an anxiety attack, along with some breathing exercises. I think it’s funny how quickly we forget to breathe when our brain just decides to turn on itself. People tell me to “just breathe and I’ll be fine” like it’s so easy, but it’s not.

Thank you, Chris. But we all have to go through some sort of emotional trauma in life, right? In order to learn from them. Or at least that’s the way I think about things. I just so happen to have more learning to do than others I guess.

As for my biological father, I haven’t met him. Nor do I think I will ever want to. There is at times where I want to get to know that part of me but I don’t know, there is no hurry in this need to know this man. Even then, I wouldn’t know how to approach the situation.

Chris sighed to himself, grabbing his notebook he had left in his car and a pen.

He spent the next thirty minutes in the car writing, once he was finished he placed it in the envelope, walking back inside the post office and placing it inside the slot to send out.

Chris made his way back home, feeling so relieved to know that Julie was okay. He spotted an unfamiliar car in the driveway, he furrowed his eyebrows and parked his car. Getting out of the car he walked up to the door, seeing her. “Jenny,” he stated in shock.

“I was in town,” she said quietly, “and I thought I would come by to see you and see how you were doing.”

Chris scoffed as he shook his head, “well, you can see I’m doing perfectly fine, thanks for stopping by,” he walked passed her but she placed her hand on his arm.

Chris stopped and looked at her, “I miss you, Chris.”

If she were here three months earlier Chris might’ve responded quicker, he might’ve said something that she wanted to hear. Chris smiled, “thanks for stopping by, Jenny.”

She sighed and let go of his arm, “that’s it then?”

“Well, what do you want me to say? That I miss you? Because I don’t. As harsh as it sounds, I don’t miss you. I’m actually fine.” Chris smiled, “I’m more than fine, really. Look, I loved you, Jenny and I always will, but I don’t love you in that way anymore.” He sighed, “I really hope life treats you well, Jenny.” 

Jenny could see it in Chris’s eyes that he was true to his word, “alright,” she whispered. Chris watched as she walked over to her car, she waved at him one last time before driving off. Chris didn’t think he was ever really over Jenny, but seeing her today, just confirmed that he was. He has moved on.

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project... 

Warnings: Mentions of a dysfunctional family, foul language

Word Count: 1,656

Chapter 7

Letter #7

*Gif not mine 

November 11th, 2017

“Wait, so when do you go back to filming?” Scott had asked for about the fifth time today.

Chris rolled his eyes slightly, “in the middle of January,” Chris mumbled.

“And you’ll be gone for about four months, what are you going to do about the girl you’ve been writing to?”

Chris sighed, “her name is Julie,” He stated, “and you guys keep making it seem like if something is going to happen.”

“Because we haven’t seen you this happy in a while,” Scott stated.

“I haven’t even met her, Scott, I don’t want to get my hopes up. Hell, she doesn’t know who I really am. Once she finds out she’s going to stop writing… So, I’m gonna pretend to be this normal guy Chris and I’m gonna help her and she’ll most likely do the same with me. Communication in this thing is the key, it’s what the project is about.”

Scott just smiled at how easily his brother was defending himself, “alright, alright,” Scott said as he put his hands up. He turned to look at their nieces and nephews playing in the yard. “But what if she doesn’t react that way?”

Chris sighed, knowing very well his little brother wasn’t going to let this go, not only him but his older sisters as well, “then you can say I told you so.”

Scott stayed silent for a few seconds, “I spoke to Jenny not too long ago,” he said softly.

Chris closed his eyes as if to hold his composure, “And?” It was true, he still was in pain of letting Jenny go, but they just weren’t a match. They were both so totally different people and he always wondered why they even got together in the first place.

Scott sighed, knowing he shouldn’t have brought Jenny up, “never mind. Shouldn’t have brought her up, I just wanted to change the subject.”

“you’re horrible at that,” Chris said as he let out a small chuckle.

“So I’ve been told,” Scott smiled.

“It’s getting late,” Chris said as he got up, he ran over to his nieces and nephews promising he’d be back tomorrow for a movie night. Walking back over to Scott, who was stuck babysitting for the night, “good luck,” Chris said with a smirk as he walked out the back gate.

Chris made his way on over to the post office, he’d been checking it since the day after he sent a letter, knowing very well that the letter wasn’t going to arrive as fast, he had some hope that it will.

Opening the door for an older lady who was leaving the post office, Chris made his way in. He opened the small p.o. box to only reveal a key and his letter. Chris grabbed the key and looked at the number that had been attached to it, Chris looked around for the specific box the key had been for, finally finding it at the very end of the post office. He opened the box to reveal an orange envelope that read Fragile on it.

Chris was even more excited about this as he noticed Julie’s name on the orange envelope, but of course, it would be her. Chris made his way out of the post office.

Once he was home, Chris made sure he spent some time with Dodger before even reading the letter, giving the lovable dog some food and then some much-needed cuddles. Chris then decided to read the letter.

 Dear Chris,

Hmm, looking back at the letters, I recall that we both said it. As for your nickname…. I sure have to give this a thought, certainly, this is something I am going to have to put into the next letters perhaps, but only three chances? Come on, Chris, that isn’t fair. After all, I only know your first name. Of course, how can I forget that you are an actor? My bad.

You know, I’ve never thought of just sitting down with Mr. William and striking up a conversation, I’ll have to do that one of these days. You’ve opened my eyes, Chris.

As for the photos… attached I’ve included a photo I took for my photography class back in college, I am proud of it till this day.

Chris took out the photo from the envelope, it was a beautiful landscape photo in black and white.

It’s from the hills here in California, near the beach, I was driving to get my mind off things and came across this abandoned silo, the photo was just screaming to be taken. So, I pulled over and I may have trespassed, but I got this amazing photo in the process... I hope you like it. It’s my only hard copy.

Chris looked at the photo in awe, wondering if Julie knew how much talent she had, Chris admitted to himself that he could never make such a portrait. The way you just captured the image, blew Chris away, he didn’t know how but he felt so many emotions. Just knowing that you had given him your only hard copy of the photo, meant so much to Chris. He cherished that photo.

I sure do hope you are funnier in person; it’d be a real let down if you aren’t. I can see myself now, making jokes and you just looking utterly confused because you lied of your sense of humor. Tragic.

Living pretty well, you say? Is that a metaphor or something? Does “living pretty well” mean, “help me, I’m poor.” I swear English class has me traumatized. Constantly trying to find meaning in words that don’t have any meaning.

Yes, I am Latina. I do speak Spanish, pretty fluently actually. Willing to learn? The first word you will be learning is Hola. Ho-la. Probably should’ve started with the Spanish alphabet… this would be easier if taught in person… maybe one day? That way I can see you fail in person, oh the scenarios, they are hilarious! Boston must be nice, Chris. I’ve always wanted to visit. Washington D.C. too and New York. I just love to travel. I visited Europe a couple years back, made me realize that I just don’t like staying in one place.

So sorry, Chris. Didn’t mean to hurt your feelings there. But I was just trying to defend myself from being hurt. :D

That’s sweet! It’s always nice to see siblings that are close! Reminds me of how me and my older brother John used to argue all the time as children, one day my dad told us that we would end up being best friends. Oh, how we got so pissed at that! But he was right.

What was my favorite subject in high school? Is that really ALL you got, Chris!? COME ON! It was Art. BUT STILL! WEAAAKKKK!!

Now, here’s my awesome, very cool, waybetterthanyours, question: If you could choose one animal (Real or unreal) to be for the day, what would you choose and why?

 Later Vader.

 P.S. No one wants to see my wrath when I am upset.

P.P.S.

No, it’s fine, Chris. I’ve been dealing with my anxiety long enough to know how to calm down these small panic attacks. Yet, there is still sometimes I don’t know how to control it.

I’ve only spoken to this about my therapist, of course, and a couple of my best friends. Irene (who’s also my roommate), Andrea, and Destiny. They’ve been my friends for years, the only people I trust with personal things like this.

I can’t wrap my head around it either, Chris. I really can’t. I’ve tried over and over but I can’t understand it. I wouldn’t do such a thing to my own children. Ugh, they’re not even existent yet and I already know that I want to be the best mother I ever can be for them! When I said guilt for her mistakes I meant, alright when I was a baby there were these rumors that I wasn’t my fathers’ kid.

My father shut down the rumors by lying about getting a DNA test, he didn’t believe the rumors because he thought that my mother wouldn’t do such a thing to him. Fast forward to twenty-one years later, my dad, my brother John and I decided to do this Ancestry test and well when the results came back, my dad and I didn’t have any matches to each other, meaning that we weren’t related. I spoke to my father about it and he suggested a paternity test just to be sure. Those results came back negative. I haven’t spoken to my mother since, especially since when we confronted her, she denied everything. When we provided proof, she said that the DNA test was lying.

That should answer your question about my dad’s son from his first marriage. But my dad, he gave us the best childhood ever. He didn’t have one as a kid, so my dad made sure we got to do all the things he couldn’t do as a child. I loved my childhood. I remember there were times he would be tired from work, but he would still play “nurse” with me, he played a stubborn patient though.

As for me and my stepmother, we get along better now. I guess she just didn’t like sharing my dad. I don’t know. I don’t feel bothered by it anymore.

Ask all the questions you want, Chris and thank you. It means a lot to hear that, especially from someone who doesn’t know me that much, let alone someone I haven’t even met.

 Chris stared at the papers on his hand, he couldn’t believe what Julie just told him. How could a mother deny something like that when there is just proof right in front of her? Chris just wanted to hug Julie and let her know that everything was alright. Yet he couldn’t do that. Not yet, anyway.

So, this one is short and it sucked. Anyway, let me know what you guys think! Love getting all this feedback from you guys! 

Also, REQUESTS for imagines and one shots are open! I’ve been wanting to do a Sebastian Stan imagine just haven’t had any ideas so if you have any and would like me to write it, let me know! Don’t be shy! 

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

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Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Cute gif of Chris Evans ahead. 

Word Count: Uhhhhh 

Chapter 3

Letter #3

October 31th, 2019

Chris’s POV

Chris woke up, doing his usual routine when he was home. Which consisted of him working out and things that kind of included Dodger in the mix. But it was Halloween, Chris seemed to be rushing his usual routine in order to get to his sisters' house to see his young Niece’s and Nephews.

It wasn’t until he was at his sister's house that he had received a phone call, excusing himself to the other room he quickly answered the call, knowing the number all too well. 

“Hello?” 

“Mr. Evans?” A soft voice said in the other line, “this is Dr. Holts receptionists, I’m assuming you know why I am calling.” 

Chris chuckled, “yeah, I do, I can pick up the letter in an hour if that’s alright?” 

“Perfectly fine, see you then, Mr. Evans,” with that the girl hung up the phone. 

“What was that all about?” He heard his sister ask from behind him, he quickly turned around and smiled at his older sister, Carly.

“Just my therapist, wanting me to pick up a letter.” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, “she asked me to be a part of this project of hers, in which I get a letter from a stranger and we communicate that way.” 

“Sounds interesting,” she said as she sat on the couch, “tell me more.” 

“Well, she wants to know if this would make some people feel better, maybe the effect of writing down their problems to a stranger and sending it out only to wait a couple days for a reply would help a person deal with things emotionally. Maybe it’ll help them to wait things out if things turn for the worse,” Chris hoped his sister knew what he was implying. It wasn’t something that had crossed Chris’s mind but he knew that many people out there have thought of it. It saddened him at the thought. At the thought that many fans of his had ever dealt with it. 

If he could help prevent that in any way, Chris wouldn’t hesitate to do it. 

“Well, what do you know about this person?” 

“Well, from what I know, her name is Julie and she’s a waitress in California.... so far that’s it. Also, she loves Star Wars and dogs.” 

“sounds like your kind of girl,” Carly mumbled but she didn’t mumble low enough because Chris heard her, easily giving her a small glare. 

“No, Carly,” he sighed, “probably isn’t the best idea.” 

“Well, you never know!” 

“She’s twenty-three anyways, you know how people are with age-gaps.” 

“Yeah, and let me tell you that age doesn’t really matter. Well, it does in some cases but not in this one!” Chris sighed, not wanting to hear this from his sister, he already hated the thought of almost being forty and alone. No wife or kids. It felt like if anything were to happen with someone it’d be rushed, “Look, I’m just saying, don’t say no just yet. Just... Just let things happen if it were to happen.” 

Chris rolled her eyes, “it’s just a pen pal, Carly, nothing else. Alright?” 

Carly sighed, “alright.” 

“Look I should get going, I’ll be back later to help the kids with their costumes,” Chris said as gave his sister a kiss on the cheek before leaving the house. 

Chris began his drive to his therapist's office. The talk he had with his sister Carly not once leaving his mind. “just a pen pal,” he reminded himself as he focused on the road, “nothing is going to happen, we’ll probably only send each other a handful of letters before one of us gets tired of the other.” Chris didn’t want to think that way if anything he wanted this project to work. He wanted to find sources for people to seek help.

But Chris couldn’t help but think of how much this girl, Julie, made him laugh. The way she wrote her letters, he couldn’t help but wonder if she were the same way in real life. Did the words, the comebacks, slip out of her tongue the way they so easily come into a sentence on a piece of paper? did she write that letter with ease or did she sit down for hours contemplating on what to say? 

Chris didn’t know. But he knew that there was some sort of connection. 

Chris finally arrived at his therapist's office, he greeted the receptionist as she gave him his letter, “they sure do arrive quickly,” he commented.

“Priority mail,” she said with a small smile. He said his goodbyes and then walked over to his car. He couldn’t wait to get home, so he opened the letter right there in his car, in front of his therapist's office. 

Dear Chris,

I feel that after a while, we will stop using ‘Dear’ and end up using ‘wassup, Chris.’ I dunno, just a random thought. But you are right, it is a ‘my bad’ that I did not give you my last name. Although I have to say, I like the mystery of it. No last name, just first names. Keeps us guessing. Like your last name can be Smith. Chris Smith. Nah, now that I wrote it, it doesn’t sound as great as it did in my head. Plus, it’s such a basic last name for such a basic first name. Did I just roast you? Wow.

I guess that just means that you are officially my friend. Congrats. Don’t expect me to lend you any money.

And to answer your question as to if I like waitressing… it’s in between yes and no. There are rude customers and the very nice customers that make me love my job. And career-wise? No clue. I guess I started waitressing while I thought about it what I wanted to do career-wise, but now, I don’t know. I thought it would be photography but now I’m not sure. I thought I was so good at photography, but things happened with family and I just... stopped. It was a dream of mine.

Anyways, these letters are way different than texting and although I do prefer texting, this is nice. Different. I feel like I’m in the fifties, with some Etta James playing in the background, writing to some long-lost relative and wondering when my husband will come back from the war.

Chris chuckled, “sounds something like what Steve would do, or maybe even Peggy?” He shook his head and kept reading.

Thirty-seven? Wow, I imagine you like some old guy that probably is a secret ax murderer. Are you an ax murderer? An ax murderer wouldn’t tell me that. Unless he did just so I wouldn’t believe him, so he’d be off the hook, you know? I say, ‘you know’ a lot.  

And what does ‘career in the arts’ mean? Do you make porn? Is that what that means? Is it a fancy way of saying that you a porn artist? Because if it is, I’m cool with it and I have lots of follow up questions. One for example, do you ever get recognized in the streets? Or in the sheets, if you know what I mean? ; )

I’ve been dealing with my anxiety since I could remember. Different triggers now that I am older, though. We will always need help, I guess.

Alright, you are immediately one of my favorite humans. And that’s saying a lot because there isn’t many. Dogs are EVERYTHING. I have one, Boo. Don’t judge on the name. I had him since I was five. He’s my baby and my everything. The poor little guy is on his last days, though. Sad to see him that way, you know? He’s helped me through so much, my anxiety, depression, my parent's divorce. He lives with my dad, my apartment complex doesn’t accept dogs. Rude right? How old is Dodger? And why the name Dodger?

Question: Do you have any siblings?

Thought I should add that since we are getting to know each other we must keep this huge conversation going, you know?

Later Vader.

 P.S. If you like ‘Toodles’ then why didn’t you use it? I think you should use it. I better see ‘Toodles’ in my next letter. It’s a good thing you do like Star Wars. Lit? I think so. I’m not sure. I’m no longer up to date with the things kids say nowadays. I’m pretty sure Lit is still cool, though. I’ll have to ask my nephews when I see them.

Chris sat there in his car, rereading the letter over and over, he looked at his therapist's office, noticing they were still open. He got out of his car, quickly making his way over to the office, “Do you have a pen and paper? maybe even an envelope?” The receptionist looked at him confused but handed him the materials he needed, he thanked her and began scribbling some things on the paper, “are you writing back already?” She asked as she watched as he wrote fairly quickly. 

he chuckled, “just couldn’t wait... you said you guys send this through priority mail, correct?” She gave him a nod. “Great!” 

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

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Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Mentions of divorce, toxic relationships...

Word Count: 1,690

Chapter 5

Letter 5

Chris’s POV

November 5th, 2017

Chris had gotten a call from the receptionist this morning, notifying him that his letter had arrived, he didn’t hesitate to drive right over. But on the drive to the office, Chris had gotten an idea. “Hey,” Chris greeted as he walked up to the receptionist’s desk. She greeted him and handed him the envelope; Chris couldn’t help but notice how it felt a bit thicker than usual. Chris diverted his attention back to the receptionist, “is Dr. Holt in?”

“Yeah, she just finished with a patient actually, would you like me to notify her that you wanted to speak with her?” Chris gave her a nod, the receptionist then dialed Dr. Holts number, passing along a few words as she then hung up. “Go right ahead, Mr. Evans.”

Chris thanked her as he walked into Dr. Holts office, “Good morning, Mr. Evans, is everything alright?”

Chris chuckled, “everything is fine actually.”

“and I’m assuming the project is going as planned so far?” Chris gave her a nod.

“I actually wanted to talk to about the project, though.”

“Oh?”

Chris cleared his throat, “I was thinking, maybe we can get P.O. boxes? That way, she won’t know my actual office and it’ll beat coming here all the time, especially if you guys so happen to be closed.”

Dr. Holt gave Chris a nod in agreement, “that’s a brilliant idea, I’ll have to talk to Dr. Hudson about it and make sure it’s something they’d be fine with, but I’ll get back to you about that.” Dr. Holt smiled, “thanks for that suggestion and I’m happy to hear that everything is working out well.” Dr. Holt couldn’t help but noticed this sort of light in Chris’s eyes, he seemed more excited than usual and that’s saying a lot.

“No problem,” Chris then said his goodbyes as he left the office, not forgetting to say goodbye to the receptionist on the way out.

Once again, Chris sat in his car, contemplating on the opening the letter. But soon his alarm rang, notifying him of the family brunch he had to attend, it looks like the letter was just going to have to wait.

 Chris tried not to speed on the way over to the small diner where his siblings had planned on meeting each other. He quickly parked his car and ran inside, “there he is! I almost thought he was going to ditch us!” Carly said with a smile as Chris sat across from her.

“I wouldn’t miss sibling time for the world,” Chris said with a smile.

“Maybe for those letters,” Carly said with a smirk.

“letters?” Scott asked as he raised his eyebrow.

Chris rolled his eyes, “it’s a project I’m doing to help my therapist. I basically now have a pen pal.”

“That’s a girl!” Carly blurted out.

“A girl??” Shana asked, “what’s her name?”

Chris sighed, “Julie and it’s nothing,” he looked at Carly with a stern look.

“Hmm,” Scott looked at his older brother with a raised eyebrow, “anyway, how was Halloween with the kids?”

“I swear sometimes I hate that holiday, the sugar rush afterward, dear lord!” Carly began to say as Shana nodded her head in agreement. Throughout the brunch they spoke about many things, just catching up. They tried their best to constantly do this whenever all four of them were free. They needed this time together; the siblings were close with each other.

Chris arrived at his home in Boston not too long after the brunch, he sat down on his couch as Dodger was quick to jump onto his lap. Smiling he gave his dog some attention before remembering about the letter that had been in his pocket. Chris quickly took it out of his pocket and opened the unusually thick envelope.

    Dear Chris,

Yes, my random thoughts are normal, and I deserved that, I had no right on roasting you when I had just met you via letters. I’m just happy you have agreed to keep this mystery alive. It’s the only thing fueling my soul at the moment. The burning desire to find out what the heck is your last name is giving me the will to live! Apparently, I’m dramatic?

I have to say that my favorite customer so far must be Mr. William, a sweet old man, comes in every morning about nine and orders the same thing. Never changes. Always sits on the same stool by the counter and never makes a fuss. Now for the worst customer? Where do I even start?? I’ve had a couple of older customers that were male that have hit on me, in some inappropriate ways, but there wasn’t much I could do about it other than ignore it.

Yes, you can call me Jules.  My family tends to call me JuJu. They just always called me that, I guess. Nothing special about the nickname.

You can never go wrong with Etta James, Chris. Never.

You’re funny, Chris. Are you this funny in person? I can’t help but wonder if your personality is different in person than it is in these letters.

You’re an actor? Are you a living in your mom’s basement type of actor? Or are you a living a decent life type of actor?

I appreciate that, Chris, although, that is the sole purpose of these letters. I’m here for you too, though. Little things matter.

Highly doubt we are long lost cousins mostly due to the fact that most of my relatives are from Mexico or California. No family in Boston, from what I can recall but I am assuming that is where you are from? What’s the weather like in Boston? I’m sure it beats this heat here in California. I bet Winter in Boston is gorgeous! Man, am I excited for the winter! Even though, it isn’t much here, it still excites me. I’ll keep that in mind, Chris. We gave them the best lives.

Also, Oliver and Company is one of the best movies ever. Hands down! I am a die-hard Disney fan, for damn sure! I love anything Disney. I become a five-year old when it comes to Disney and I am slightly offended that you already want to be reassigned to someone else. I thought we had something, Chris. How dare you.

Two siblings. Older brothers, Robert and John. Robert is from my dad’s first marriage. I have no relation to him but he’s still my brother. Must be nice to have sisters, though. I’ve always wanted a sister, I got sisters-in-law now that I am older but when I was younger, I could’ve used a sister.

You’re turn for a question. I think I just started the game of 20 questions.

Toodles.

P.S. Yes, very happy. ; )

P.P.S.

My parents divorce. To tell you the truth, I got a small anxiety attack when I saw your question. Talking about my parents’ divorce used to be so easy and less messy but now with everything that has happened recently, it’s messy. I’m not saying that I’m not over their divorce because I am it’s been over ten years now. I am so glad my dad divorced my mother, she was the worst. I hate to say it but she was. Anyways, you sitting down? Got some coffee? Tea? If you’re into that leaf water business. Alright, well, my parents divorced when I was only seven years old but it felt like they weren’t even together before that. Mostly because my mother was always so cold and distant, she never wanted to play with my and my brother John when we were children, even when we begged her would threaten to kill us.

It was to the point that she’d chase us around the house yelling that she was going to kill us, I remember vaguely, one time my father came home to that scene, the anger and hurt in his face, it pained me to see him that way. And I know it pained him to see the mother of his children, the women that begged for children, to see her yelling at her own children that she wanted to kill them. Now that I think about it, I highly believe that my mother suffered from Post-partum depression. But, then, I also think it was guilt for the mistakes she had made in her past.

Anyway, my parents divorced since my mother had cheated on my father, for the third time… that he knew of. To top it off it was with the pastor of a church we went to, close family friend as well. My dad got custody of me and my brother but allowed my mother to see us whenever she wanted, also told her she didn’t have to pay for child support. It upsets me to think about how my dad told her she could see us whenever she wanted and she only came by one or twice a week and when she was there, she never paid us any attention. She was always glued to her damn t.v. watching her telenovelas.

My dad got remarried when I was twelve, the same month of my dads wedding my mom got remarried as well. Suddendly my mother became more attentive towards me and my brother when I turned sixteen, I moved in with my mother because I had issues with my stepmom, which always resulted to us fighting until 3 in the morning and her almost slapping me. It began to cause problems for my dads’ marriage, so I decided to just take myself out of the equation and live at my mom’s. Sometimes I wish I could just go back in time and tell myself not to, but then I don’t know what would’ve happened with my dad if I had just stayed. What would’ve happened to me? Well, I probably know the answer to that.

  Chris couldn’t help but feel sorry for Julie, it must have been tough to have a distant mother as a child. Chris couldn’t help but wonder what drove a mother to want to kill their children, he felt tears welling up in his eyes, he felt this need to protect Julie. Yet, Chris was filled with gratitude for having such a loving mother. He only wished the same for Julie, but he had so many questions to her story, there was only one thing to do.

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Just wanted to say that some of Julie’s life is based on mine so a lot of the OC characters will be like people from my actual life along with the description of Julie’s parent's divorce and childhood is an actual description of my life.

 I just felt like I can connect more towards this story that way and actually help myself with coping by imagining, what someone I look up to, would say about my situation. The main reason why I began writing this series in the first place. 

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Foul Language, mentions of sex and one night stands

Word count: 1,671

Chapter 2

Letter #2

October 28th, 2017

Julie woke up to her alarm blaring, she groaned at the thought of starting the day. Pressing the snooze button she soon drifted off to sleep once more. 

“JUULLIIEEE!!!” She heard her roommate Irene yell throughout the hall. Julie groaned as she stuck her head further into her pillow, “ju got works to do!!” She could hear her roommate get closer to her room. 

“Julie isn’t here now go away!” Julie yelled as she covered her face with her blankets, the responsibility of adulthood was calling her name but she didn’t want to answer it. All she wanted to do was go back in time and smack her younger self for thinking adulthood would be great. What the hell was she thinking back then? 

“Julie, I swear to God! If you don’t get up this instant!” Irene said as she threw the door open. 

“Okay, okay, mom!” Julie said sarcastically, but she knew her roommate all too well. Once Irene had to come into her room to wake her, it was only one more warning until Irene had to do the worst thing possible. Ice. Cold. Water. 

Julie got up from her bed, “Happy?” 

“Nope,” Irene said as she crossed her arms, “not until I see your ass in that bathroom brushing your teeth and you out of your PJs, then I will be happy.” I groaned as I walked passed her and into the bathroom that was across the hall from my room, “and don’t call me mom, reminds me of that guy I dated with a mommy kink.” Irene shivers at the thought of it. 

Julie laughs, “that was a great week,” Julie thought of that week. How she kept calling Irene mommy, teasing her of the horrible date she went out, yet she still ended up in that guy's bed. 

“It wasn’t for me being horny I wouldn’t have gone through with that date,” Irene said with a small eye roll. 

“And that’s why you stay good friends with an ex that you can hit up whenever you’re horny,” Julie said with a smile. 

“Or in your case, become friends with benefits with an ex that still head over heels with you, by the way, there is a rose on the table for you.” 

Julie rolled her eyes as she began to brush her teeth, “I need to end things with him,” Julie muffled as her mouth was full of toothpaste and foam. 

“What?!” Irene exclaimed from her room, she made her way back over to the restroom, “bro, I can’t hear shit you say with your mouth full.” 

Julie groaned and finished brushing her teeth, “I said that I need to end things with him.” 

“Uh, no duh! Should’ve ended things from the start! Red flags everywhere!” Irene expressed. 

“I know,” Julie said with a sigh, “He’s just so....” 

“Controlling? Sensitive? Manipulative? Toxic?” Julie raised her eyebrows at Irene, “I’ve got more if you’re not going to stop me.” 

“Sensitive,” Julie stated, “he’s sensitives to these things.” 

“So? Rip it off like a bandaid, he can’t always be a whiny bitch.” 

“harsh.” 

“He hurt you and you being the dumbass that you are, let him. To top it off you let him in your no no square after everything he has done to you!” Irene sighs, “I’m just being honest, you know I don’t like Ruben and you know I hate seeing you get hurt. I just want what’s best for you.” Julie knew that her best friend was right but she was just so afraid of how the situation might go down. But it’s what she had to do. Sooner rather than later. 

“Anyway, I have to go to work now,” Irene stated as she sprayed some perfume on. 

Julie got ready for her day, placing on her work uniform that consisted of a black tee and some blue jeans. Once Julie was ready she locked the apartment door and got into the elevator, pressing the button for the parking garage. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Julie heard Irene yell from the parking garage

“I thought you left already,” Julie said as she walked over to her car in the parking garage. 

“I would have been if I didn’t have a flat tire!” Irene groaned as she hit the tire with her shoe. 

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” Julie said as she looked at the tire, she sighed, “get in,” Julie then said as she unlocked her own car, “I’ll take you to work.” 

“Thanks,” Irene said as she got into the car, “I’ll get the bus back if you can’t give me a ride home.” 

Julie just gave her a small nod. The sound of Julie’s text notification fulfilled the girl's ears, “is that an Ewok ringtone?” Irene asked. 

Julie blushed, “it was free, don’t judge!” 

“Not judging... just curious,” Irene said with a small chuckle. 

Julie rolled her eyes and checked the message, Irene, this is Dr. Hudson's receptionist, Becca. Dr. Hudson wanted me to inform you that you have a letter here and whenever you can to pick it up! Have a great day! 

Julie sighed and typed back a message, Thank you, I will see if I can pick it up before heading to work! “We have time to stop by my therapist's office, I have to pick up a letter.” Julie placed her phone in her bag and began to drive out of the parking garage. 

“A letter?” 

“Oh yeah,” Julie sighed, “my therapist wants me to do this new project, I basically am writing to some pen pal.” 

“oooooo, do you know anything about this person?” 

“No, I only sent one letter and surprisingly I got a reply already, kind of anxious to see what they wrote,” Julie said as she focused her attention on the road. 

“What if they’re your soulmate!? Oh my gosh! A sugar daddy!? The possibilities of what this person can be!” Irene exclaimed in excitement. 

“An ax murderer,” Julie whispered. 

“That too...” Irene said softly. “Hopefully not, though.... that would suck.” 

Julie laughed as she pulled up to her therapist's office, it was a short drive from the apartment without traffic... with traffic, it’s another story. 

“Wait for me here?” Julie asked as Irene just gave her a small nod. Julie got off the car and walked into the small building. “Good morning, I’m here to pick up a letter from my pen pal!” 

Becca chuckled, “She’s so gonna hate that you’re calling it that.” 

“Well, what is she calling it?” 

“The buddy system,” Becca said.

“The buddy system? That’s what I learned in kindergarten!” Julie rolled her eyes. Becca handed Julie her letter, “thank you very much!” 

“You’re welcome!” Becca said with a small smile. 

Julie walked back over to her car, getting in to see an eager Irene. “Open it!” 

“No,” Julie said with a small eyeroll, as much as Julie wanted to read the letter right then and there, she knew it was best to wait until after work. Give herself something to look forward to. 

“You’re no fun!” Irene said as she pouted. “Now hurry up or else I’ll be late for work!” 

Julie’s day went by like normal, once she got to her apartment she realized that Irene still wasn’t home. Julie sent a quick text to Irene notifying that she was home, something she started to do after an incident involving Irene bringing home a guy thinking that Julie wasn’t home. Julie got images of things she wishes to never see again. 

Julie laid down in her bed, remembering about her letter she excitedly got up and grabbed it from her purse. She opened the letter and began reading.  

Dear Julie,

My name is Chris. I’d give you my last name, but you didn’t give me one, to begin with so it’s only fair that you’d give me one first before I even tell you mine. Congratulations on giving this a try, it’s better to see how it went than to not do it and wonder what would’ve happened. Funny, I’ve always wanted a pen pal. 

“HA! Suck it, Dr. Hudson, he’s calling me his pen pal!” Julie exclaimed. 

Although they said this wasn’t that, I’d say it is.

“Me too, Chris, Me too,” Julie said with a grin as she kept reading the letter. 

 If that’s okay with you of course. Anyway, I’m rambling. Do you like working as a waitress? What do you mean by you don’t know? Have you thought of anything specific as a career? I know, lots of questions but I am curious. After all, we’ll be writing letters to each other, it’s a lot different than texting. I’ve got to make these letters worth it, you know? And you’re still young, you have your whole life ahead of you. I bet you heard that a bunch of times, but it’s true. Even though it may feel like you are running out of time, you’re not. Trust me.                                                                         

A little about me, I’m thirty-seven years old, I have a wonderful career in the arts, not married but I do have a dog named Dodger. He’s the best. Like a son, I might add. I too began therapy for my anxiety, although, I like to think I have it under control, I still need the help. I probably always will. Whatever comes from this project, I hope it’s the start of something amazing. Something that will probably help millions.

Your Pal, Chris. 

P.S. I personally like, ‘Toodles.’ But that’s my opinion. ‘Later Vader,’ is pretty lit, that’s what kids nowadays say right? Lit? Anyway, I am indeed a Star Wars fan so that saves you the trouble of having to ask to be reassigned to a different person.  

“ha, toodles,” Julie chuckled at the last part. She couldn’t help but wondered more about Chris. What was he like? What kind of things he was interested in? Julie had all these questions popping up in her head and she only had one way to get them to stop. “Time to get to writing,” Julie said as she got off her bed and walked over to her small desk. 

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

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Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: If Steve Rogers read this he would say “language” a couple of times. 

Word Count: Good question. 

Chapter 4

Letter #4

November 3rd, 2017

Julie’s POV

“I swear to God, Holland if you even take one more step,” Julie warned the young boy, as he looked at her terrified yet he was mourning, Julie couldn’t understand what was happening as the scenery changed in front of Julie. 

Men in uniform stood in a line, seven of them as they held rifles, standing still. Holland was among one of them as he mouthed you, “I’m sorry,” as Julie noticed the casket in front of Julie. She slowly walked up to the casket, feeling all eyes on her. 

Julie wasn’t prepared for what laid inside, Julie only glanced at the body for a split second before the scenery changed once more. 

“Come on, Julie,” Julie’s older brother whispered, as his 12-year-old form stood against Julie’s bed. Julie could see her 9-year-old self, hiding under the covers, “you have to get out of bed sometime.” 

“go away, John!” 9-year-old Julie yelled. 

John sighed as he stood there, “dad is looking for someone to help you, maybe you can talk to them as to why you’re sad.” No response. Julie knew this was a memory, “come on, Julie,” the voiced sounded like an echo as she looked around, as the scene in front of her slowly began to vanish. 

Julie tossed and turned in her sleep, “John!” she yelled as she woke up in a panic. She looked at the time, it was only 4 in the morning, she grabbed her phone and began to text her brother John. Knowing very well he was at work in Afghanistan, Love you, bro, <3

He probably didn’t need the reminder but she just needed to let him know. It wasn’t long after that he texted back, I love you too, Sis <3 see you in a month. 

Julie sighed in relief, that’s all she needed to remember, he’ll be home in a month. She couldn’t help but count down the days, there were times where she was terrified anytime her brother's friend Holland had messaged her, she feared what the message had held. But it was always just Holland trying to have a small talk with the girl.

A month,  Julie thought, and he’ll be safe in the States for a few weeks. She didn’t want to think about the constant fear that came afterward. Julie decided to attempt to get some more sleep. 

“Good morning!” Irene greeted as Julie walked into the small kitchen, “whoa, you look like shit.” 

Julie glared at her roommate, “thanks,” she said with a small eye-roll. She groaned at the sound of her phone ringing, “it’s too early!” She said as she looked at the contact name. “What?” She said with a harsh tone in her voice. 

“Well, isn’t that a way to greet someone,” she knew that voice all too well, it annoyed her. 

“What do you want, Omar? I thought I told you to delete my number.” Julie looked over at Irene whose eyes widen at the name, mouthing, ‘Hang up!’ Julie shook her head but placed the phone call on speaker.

“I want to see if you wanted to go out for lunch, maybe talk?” Irene looked at Julie and shook her head vigirously. 

“Omar, we talked and I told you how I felt. I don’t think we should-” 

“I know,” he whispered, “and I meant what I said, I am truly sorry for treating you like shit.” Irene was scrambling to write something on a napkin. Quickly showing it to Julie, ‘He’s guilt tripping you!’ 

Julie knew that Irene was right, “I know,” Julie began to say, “but we gave us a try and I think it’ll be best if we both just move on.” Omar stayed silent, way too silent, “I’m sorry, Omar.” 

“No, it’s okay, you’re right,” Julie could hear him sigh, “I wish you the best, Julie.” With that he hung up. 

“Oooo, he is one sly moth-” 

“Irene,” Julie glared at her, “at least he apologized, and he sounded sincere.” 

Irene rolled her eyes, “you’re too vulnerable,” Julie hated when she called her that, mostly because Julie knew it was a true and she tried really hard not to be. “I’m telling you this for your own good, Jules, you did the right thing ended things with him...” Irene sighed as she looked at her friend, it hurt her to see how vulnerable her friend can be sometimes. It always led Julie to heartbreak. 

Julie’s phone rang again, Irene rolled her eyes and answered it, “take a hint, Omar!” Irene yelled. 

“Umm, I’m sorry, is this Julie Zuniga?”

 Irene’s eyes widen at the unfamiliar voice on the other line, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, yeah just... she’s right here!” Irene handed the phone to Julie who was laughing her ass off at her friends' embarrassment. “Remind me to never pick up your phone again,” Irene said as she walked away. 

“Hello?” Julie said as her laughter died down. 

“Hi, is this Julie Zuniga?” 

“This is she,” she said with a smile. 

“It’s Becca, from Dr. Holts office, just wanted to inform you that your letter is here.” 

“Already? That’s pretty quick,” Julie said as she poured herself some cereal. 

“Yeah, well, the Doctors made sure to have these letters delivered through priority mail. Anyways, should I be expecting you to pick up the letter today?” 

Priority mail? Julie thought it was smart, not to keep the patients waiting for their letters, “Yeah, I’ll be there in about an hour.” Julie thanked Becca and then hang up the phone. 

Irene walked back into the kitchen, “that was embarrassing,” she stated as she began to pour herself some cereal as well. 

“Hilarious too,” Julie said with a smile, “anyway, I have to go pick up my letter later and then I’m going to run some errands.” 

“Are you gonna stop by the store?” Irene said with a full mouth causing Julie to look at her in disgust, “what?” Irene asked. 

Julie shook her head, “nothing,” Julie cleared her throat, “yeah I’m stopping by the store, so make sure everything you need is on the list.” 

Irene giggled and ran over to the fridge where the grocery shopping list was posted, “Pop-tarts,” Irene wrote it down as she then  looked over at Julie, “Strawberry and smores please!” 

“Write it down or else I’ll forget!” 

Irene rolled her eyes as she wrote down the flavors. “Alright!” Irene sat back down and quickly finished her cereal, “I have to get going before I’m late again.” 

“Sometimes I wonder how you still have that job.”

“Because they know they will suffer without me!” Irene said as she grabbed her purse, “see you tonight!” 

Julie gave her friend a nod as she watched her walk out of the apartment. Julie sighed to herself as she listened in to the silent apartment, the distant voices of her neighbors arguing. The small chirps of the birds outside.  

Julie thought back to her dream she had last night, wondering what her brother was doing at the moment. Shaking the thoughts from her head, Julie washed her dish and set out for her adventure for the day. 

Her first stop was her therapist's office, Julie began to find herself anxious to read these letters, to send out another one. She kept wondering what Chris looked like. She imagined a man that wasn’t too scrawny, maybe some facial hair, she couldn’t help but think that he lived in his moms' basement but then he probably didn’t. 

“Hey, Becca!” Julie greeted the receptionist, “sorry about my roommate earlier.” 

Becca chuckled, “it’s fine,” Becca grabbed the envelope and handed it to Julie. Julie couldn’t help but grin at the envelope, “so, how is it going so far?” Becca was curious. She found the project to be exciting, hoping that maybe she could do it too. 

“Pretty good,” Julie said with a smile, “it’s all so mysterious and exciting...” 

Becca gave her a nod, “Well, you already know the drill.” 

Julie informed her that she did, she waved goodbye to Becca as she walked out of the building. Julie got into her car, debating to read it right then and there or to wait. Suddenly her phone rang before she could even make a decision. Julie quickly answered it, “Hello?” 

“Hey, sis,” Julie smiled with glee at the sound of the voice on the other line, “how are you doing this fine... what is it, morning?” 

Julie chuckled, “yeah, it’s morning here in sunny L.A.” 

John groaned, “you see that’s what sucks, I am stuck here in the desert of Afghanistan and I have to go home to another desert!” 

“Hey, we’ve been getting some rain... it’s not much but it sure is causing people to freak out.” 

John laughed, “oh gosh, I can just imagine the locals now, ‘oh no! there’s water falling from the sky!’” Julie laughed at his silly scenario, “Man, I miss L.A. I can’t wait to go home.” 

“I know,” Julie sighed as she fiddled with the envelope in her hand, “I can’t either.” They stayed silent for a few seconds, she wanted to tell him about how her sessions had been going. She wanted to tell him about the project and tell him everything she knew about this stranger named Chris, she wanted to know his opinion on everything. Maybe he thought it was a dumb idea but knowing her brother he probably had a funny dumb reason as to why it was a dumb idea. He probably had some scenario to go along with it. 

But Julie knew that his time was limited, she knew it won’t long before his Staff Seragnet was yelling lights out like a parent was yelling for their kid to go to bed on a school night. So she’ll just enjoy the small talk they have. “Rob is coming into town too,” Rob was Johns half brother, although he didn’t have any relation to Julie, Rob was still a brother to her. But he was way older than the both of them so they weren’t as close. 

“So I’ve heard,” John cleared his throat, “I wanted to talk to you about mom.” 

“No,” She stated right away, “don’t ruin the moment.” John couldn’t help but chuckle at their inside joke, “we’ll talk about it when you get here.” 

“Alright,” John said quietly, “I miss you, sis...” he sighed, not knowing what to say, all he wanted to do was apologize once again, “I’m sorry.” 

“Stop saying sorry,” Julie rolled her eyes, “look all you have to do is make sure you get home for Christmas.” 

“I’m gonna miss your birthday again,” It broke his heart that he hasn’t spent his sisters birthday with her, last time he did she was sixteen. 

“Don’t worry about it. You have important things to do.” 

John chuckled, “Well, it isn’t gonna stop me from celebrating your birthday as soon as I get there,” Julie could hear distant yelling, “Ugh, I have to go now, Jules, I’ll talk to you soon, alright?” 

“Alright,” they stayed silent for a few more seconds, enjoying each others presence. Julie adored her older brother, mostly because he was always there for her when they were younger, “I love you.” 

“I know,” She could sense her brother smirking at that comment. 

“Whatever, Solo,” Julie rolled her eyes as she said her goodbyes to her brother. 

Julie then looked over to the envelope that laid on her lap as she tossed her phone to the passenger seat. “I can’t wait,” Julie said to her self as grabbed the envelope and began opening it. 

Dear Julie,

I feel the same thing, maybe one day you’ll get a letter that says, “Sup, dude,” and by reading your letter I see that you have lots of random thoughts. Is that normal? Yes, you did roast me, but I have to say, Julie is kind of a basic name too. We’ll keep this mystery alive.

Also, want to hear about these adventures with your customers, I am curious. Like who is your favorite customer? You are living an interesting life, Jules. Can I call you that? Do you have a nickname? If so, how did you get that nickname?

Smart choice. Etta James, huh? Now every time I’m going to write back I am going to have some Etta James song, probably ‘At Last,’ stuck in my head and I am going to wonder when my nonexistent hypothetical, husband, from the fifties, is going to come back from the war. He should’ve been back by now. The war ended what felt like ages ago.

Yes, Thirty-seven, I know, ancient. And no, I am not some ax murderer and no, I am not just saying that to get myself off the hook. You do say, ‘I know’ a lot. A career in the arts means a career in the arts. I’m just kidding. I’m a small actor and before you start asking, no, I am not a porn artist. I don’t think I have what it takes to be one.

Same here, I guess that’s another thing we have in common. Although I don’t deal with depression much, my biggest thing is anxiety. But I am still here for you. Even with your depression. I want you to know you can write to me about ANYTHING. Even the smallest things.

“Well, it’d be kind of awkward to write about my ex’s dick,” Julie laughed to herself, “I need to stop being mean.” 

That means a lot. I am a big dog lover, hey, another thing we have in common. Wow, maybe you’re my long-lost little cousin? Any relations to Lisa Capuano? Family in Boston? I had a dog named, East, before Dodger. Considered East as the love of my life. It’s upsetting to see our beloved pets grow old but it’s heartwarming to know that we gave them all the love and affection we could for their entire lives. That they had a wonderful life. Keep that in mind. Dodger is about four years old. Before you start thinking I’m an LA Dodgers fan, I’m not. Red Sox all the way.

Although, I am a die-hard Disney fan. I loved the movie Oliver and Company as a kid, my favorite character was Dodger and that’s pretty much it. You a Disney fan? If not, then I am going to have to consider getting reassigned to someone else. Preferably a Disney/Star Wars fan/dog lover.

Three siblings. Two older Sisters, Carly and Shanna; and one younger brother, Scott. What about you?

Good thinking.

Toodles.

P.S. There, happy now? This better be lit. ; )

P.P.S. Tell me about your parent’s divorce. It’s probably a touchy subject for you but we have to start somewhere right?

Julie let out a heavy sigh at the question at the end, tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of her past. She grabbed the notebook she had left in her car and the pen she always carries in her purse and began writing. Might as well, she thought, since I’m still here. 

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

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Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Word Count: 2,110

Warnings: Watch your Profanity

Chapter 6

Letter #6

November 8th, 2017

Julie’s POV

Julie walked into her dad's house. She smiled as she recalled memories of her childhood home, funny how as now that she was older anytime she walked somewhere along the house, she always found some lost memory, like it was stored in the back of her head for that specific moment.

“Apa?” Julie called out for her dad as she entered the kitchen.

“In here!” She heard her dad say, she made her way over to the living room to see her dad fixing some lamp. The dogs greeted Julie with such excitement, “Hey there!” She said as she bent down and began to pet the two small dogs in front of her. She heard her dad grunt and then let out a heavy sigh, “there!” He said in success, “damn thing shouldn’t break anymore.” He then turned to Julie, with a wide grin, “how are you, mija?” He said as Julie got back up and gave her dad a hug. He gently kissed the top of her head with such pride and joy.

“Good,” Julie watched as her dad groaned as he sat down on the couch, she knew that sound all too well. Julie’s dad never knew when too quit, “Apa, when are you gonna retire?”

“When the work kills me,” he said with pride, Julie rolled her eyes and began to pick up the dog toys that were scattered on the floor.

“You’re too stubborn for death,” she mumbled but her dad heard her and let out a small huff. He knew it was true as he smiled a bit at the fact.

“Good,” he huffed, “I like the manual labor. Puts me to good use other than just sitting here waiting to die.”

Typical, Julie thought. Her uncles were the same way, never knowing when to quit. “Cindy has a good job,” she said as she mentioned her stepmother, “she’s a nurse for christ’s sake, she’s been one for what? Forty years? You guys will be perfectly fine if you retire now.”

He mumbled a few words under his breath, he hated the word retirement, made him feel useless, “then what good would I be then?” Julie raised her eyebrows at her father and he instantly knew that look, regretting saying what had just been said; he rolled his eyes and let out a defeated sigh, “I guess… maybe I can work on the garden more if I do retire soon… maybe fix some things in this damn house,” he gestured towards the bathroom, “damn sink is leaking again and I never have time to fix it, either.”

Julie smirked, she knew her facial expressions can get to her dad, “you can finally make that garage into that man cave you’ve always talked about.”

He smiled, “yeah and I can put that record player you got me for fathers day in there, and play my records I got.”

“Did you go to that record store I told you about in downtown?”

He nods, “got some good records too, planning on going back later on this weekend.” Julie smiled as she placed the dog toys in the small basket that was on the floor, low enough for the dogs to reach, “any word on your mother?”

Julie shook her head, “thankfully enough.”

“Maybe you should talk to her,” he sounded hesitant, he knew how much of a touchy subject this was for his daughter, but he is only trying to help.

Julie shook her head once more, “No, the only thing coming out my mouth when I see her is how much of pu-nevermind,” Julie instantly calmed herself down. She didn’t want to get angry, not now anyway.

“How much of a what?”

Julie sighed, “just forget it, dad,” he sighed and just glared at her, making her groan, “how much a puta she really is!”

He glared at her even more at the tone of voice she had and for the words she had just used, “I didn’t raise you to speak that way.” Julie always found it funny how her dad only got angry when she cussed in spanish but never got angry when she cussed in english.

“If I remember correctly you were the one who taught me all the bad words in Spanish when I was just five years old.”

He smiled with glee, “it was damn funny too,” He then looked over at Julie, remember how small she used to be, “mija, say a la verga.” This only earned him a glare from Julie, “you were so small! You didn’t know any better.”

“exactly, and you took advantage of it,” Julie said as she let out a small chuckle, she then sighed as her mind wandered back to that time. How much of mess her life really was back then, but all that mess was just growing and growing until it exploded. She sat down on the recliner and began to fiddle with her thumbs, her dad instantly felt the mood change in his daughter, “what’s on your mind, Juju?” He asked with such concern in his voice.

“it just hurts to think about back then… we were so oblivious to the mess that was being created at that time and she just stood there… she literally stood and watched it all get worse for her.”

Her dad gave her a confuse look, “what does Olib- obl-“ she noticed her dad struggle to say the word.

“Oblivious, dad,” she said with patience in her voice, “ob-liv-i-ous,” she sounded it out for him, she did it a second time but he repeated it with her.

“Oblivious!” He said, “what does it mean?”

“It means not be aware of something.”

He nods, “you’re so smart, you know that?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “well, for being a college dropout, I am surprised that I am.”

“At least you got to go to college, I barely got to finish the eighth grade, even then, I hardly ever went to school my dad would take me to work every day to help feed the family.”

“I know, dad,” Julie said as she stood up and kissed him on the cheek, “you changed the subject, but I have to go.”

He grumbled, “sure, you just don’t want to talk about it.” She rolled her eyes, “I’m kidding, mija.” He said with a smile, “drop by tomorrow, I might do a barbecue.”

“You know I’ll always stop by for your barbecues!” She said her goodbyes to the dogs and then her dad as she made her way out of the house. Julie remembered that she had a letter waiting for her at her therapists office, she quickly made her way over there.

“Hey, Becca!” Julie said with a smile as she entered the building.

“Ahh, so you got my message!” Becca said as she handed Julie her letter, “And Dr. Holt is in her office, she wants to speak to you.”

Julie looked at Becca confused, “but our appointment isn’t until next week.”

Becca gave Julie a small shrug. Julie sighed to herself and made her way into Dr. Holts office, “Dr. Holt?”

“Ah! Julie! It’s so nice to see you! Please sit!”

Julie sat down on one of the chairs, “what’s this all about?”

Dr. Holt smiled, “well, I spoke to Dr. Hudson, your… well, I understand his name is Chris, Dr. Hudson is Chris’s therapist.” Julie gave Dr. Holt an understanding nod, “anyways, we spoke on the phone recently, Dr. Hudson and I, and she told me this idea that Chris came up with.”

“Which is?” Julie felt herself getting a bit impatient.

“P.O. boxes, for the letters of course. So, it’ll be easier for you both to send the letters,” Dr. Holt cleared her throat, as she got a small key out from one of her drawers in her desk, “we both agreed it was a brilliant idea,” she said as she handed the key to Julie, “this is the key for the P.O. box and here is the paper with all the information you need regarding the P.O. box.” She handed Julie a small piece of paper which had the number of the box and which post office.

“Chris came up with this idea?” Dr. Holt gave her a nod, “smart,” she mumbled. She then thanked Dr. Holt, not before the Dr. reminded her of the appointment, they had the following week. Julie said her goodbyes to Becca and then walked towards her car.

Julie decided to drive to the post office where her P.O. box was at, deciding to make herself become accustomed to the drive. Once she found the post office, Julie grabbed the letter that she had placed in the passenger seat.

 Dear Juju,

What did I tell ya? Or was it you that told me? Anyway, I didn’t say Julie, I said Juju this time around. I feel like we’re close enough to begin calling each other by our nicknames. Which I just realized; you gave me your nickname but I didn’t give you mine… Another mystery that needs to be solved? That would be too cruel wouldn’t it? I’ll let you take three guesses and then I’ll tell you. And from the looks of it, you can be dramatic, but that’s okay. I’m an actor after all. I too can be dramatic when I need to be.

Mr. William sounds like a sweet old man, someone who probably has lots of stories to tell, if you just sat down with him and listened. Now as for the rude customers, you don’t have to start anywhere, I can just guess, I’ve seen a handful of rude customers from being a customer myself. Now, as for the photography you have briefly mentioned… show me the photo you are most proud of capturing. That’s if you are comfortable enough to show me. No pressure.

And I can assure you, Juju, that I am even more funny in person. Maybe one day you’ll just see for yourself.

I am a living pretty well kind of actor, by the way.

You have family from Mexico? So you’re Latina? Do you speak Spanish? Willing to teach me a few words if you do? Also winter here in Boston is gorgeous! You just have to see it, Julie. I’m familiar with the winter in California, it can be quite sad, I always come home to Boston for the winter. Mostly because of the holidays but also because of the scenery.

Phew! I am so glad I do not have to ask for a different pen pal! And I am so sorry that I offended you although, I must point out that you did the same thing within the first letter. Without even knowing a guy! Kinda harsh there, Juju.

Ahh, you’re the only girl! I’m assuming that you were very protected by your brothers as a child. I had sisters so, it was quite different in my household. But me and my siblings are a tight bunch.

Alright then, if we’re starting this game, let’s make it interesting…. What was your favorite subject in high school?

 Toodles.

 P.S. Good, I would hate to make you upset.

P.P.S.

 I didn’t mean to make you panic, I am so sorry for that, Julie. But I am glad you told me. I imagine it must be hard for you to share that information with an almost complete stranger, but I must ask, who else have you spoken to about your childhood? I’d imagine you spoke to your therapist about it.

I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that a mother would threaten to kill their children. When you said guilt for the mistakes, she had made in the past… what mistakes? I also saw that you mentioned that your dad’s son from his first marriage has no relation to you… what did you mean by that?

How was your childhood being raised by a single father? It’s rare to hear about single fathers raising children. Do you and your stepmother get along now? What caused all these fights? I’m sorry if I am asking so many questions it’s just, I’m trying to understand a little bit better and I also care about you, Julie. I know we haven’t even met each other in real life but by the looks of it, you seem like a nice girl. A girl that is strong and independent… did I mention strong? Because I have a feeling, I know what would’ve happened to you if you had stayed with your father, but you’re here, Julie. You’re alive. And I’m proud of you.

  Julie decided to wait on the reply, after all there things that needed to be attached that she had left at home.

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The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

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Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Foul language

Word Count: 1,919

Chapter 8

Letter #8

November 14th, 2017

 “What’s up with her?” Andrea asks as she raises her eyebrows at Irene.

“She’s sad because she ended things with Omar,” Irene states.

“Aww, no more toxic dick?” Andrea said as she walked over to Julie, “I’m gonna miss those toxic ass stories.”

Julie rolled her eyes, “it’s better this way.”

“Maybe we should have a funeral for the dead vagina that Julie is going to have,” Destiny added as she looked through the fridge.

“Maybe not for long,” Irene said with a small smirk.

“What do you mean?” Andrea asked as she jumped onto the couch next to Irene, giving her a ‘tell me everything’ look.

Julie glared at Irene, “Irene,” Julie said in a warning tone.

“Don’t tell me, Julie has another man already!” Destiny said as she walked over to us, holding Julie’s sour worms and some bag of chips. Julie snatched the bag of sour worms from Destiny, causing her to gasp.

“My sour worms, puta,” Julie said with a small smirk.

“Ugh, I forgot how territorial you can be with those things!” Destiny rolled her eyes

Julie rolled her eyes at her crazy friends, they were pretty wild but that’s how they are. Sometimes inappropriate but hey, Julie wouldn’t have it any other way. “So, what’s the plan for today anyway?” Julie wasn’t too happy that her friends came barging into her room at seven in the morning on her three day weekend off from work.

“Forget the plan! What do you meeaannn, Iireeennnee!!” Andrea yelled as she grabbed Irene’s arm in desperation.

Julie groaned, “Fine, tell them!”

Irene giggled, “Julie has a pen pal and it’s a guy!”

“A pen pal?” Andrea asked, “Oh my gosh, what if he’s your soulmate!?”

“Or a murderer,” Destiny added.

Julie looked over at Destiny, “exactly!”

“It’s okay if he is, I can solve your murder… just like wait until I finish getting my degree, though.”

“Yeah, I’ll totally wait to get murdered just so you can solve it, Des,” Julie said sarcastically with a small eye roll.  said excitingly as sat next to Julie, “what’s he like?”

“Tell me all about him!” Andrea said excitingly as sat next to Julie, “what’s he like?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “He’s just a friend, leave it alone, okay? I’m only doing this because my therapist wants to try things out with this new project she is doing.”

Andrea sighed, “you’re no fun.”

Julie ignored Andrea, as much as she loved the girl, she hated how desperate Andrea was to find Julie’s “Soulmate” but Julie was starting to think that soulmates probably weren’t a thing.

“Well, since you have the weekend off, we went ahead and got tickets to Disneyland,” Destiny said with a grin.

“What!?” Julie exclaimed.

“Yee, we’re leaving tonight for the hotel, maybe go to the park for a ride or two, so pack a bag, girlie!” Andrea said.

“But wh-“

“Because you’re constantly working, you never get days off in a row like this and with everything… we just think you need this nice break,” Andrea explained.

“But what about your kids?”

Andrea rolled her eyes, “Girl, I’ve been needing a day off too! My husband has them handled for the weekend, he’s probably gonna take them to see his mom down in San Diego for the weekend.”

Julie smiled at her friend and gave her a hug, “Thank you guys!”

“But for now we have to get you two packing!” Destiny said as she pointed at Julie and Irene.  

Julie went to her room to start packing, it’s been a couple of days since she’s sent her letter, she had planned on going to the P.O. box today to check if she had a letter. She decided to just check as soon as she came home. This is probably the first that Julie wouldn’t be replying right away and it made her feel anxious.

 November 16th, 2017

Throughout the weekend, the girls had fun, and to end the last night of the weekend they all decided to go to Club 33.

“Oooo, that boy right there is Dominican!” Destiny said as she smirked at the boy that winked as he walked passed her.

“How do you know that?” Irene asked as she looked over at Destiny.

“Girl, Dominicans can just sense it,” Destiny said making everyone in the group laugh.

“Ugh, I so needed this!” Julie said as she downed the last of her drink, “And tomorrow I have to go back to work, to life…” To Chris, she thought. She let out a small smile, her heart felt anxious to get home and read the letter. She didn’t want to feel that way but it felt nice to just pour her heart out to someone and for them to just listen without giving some type of medical analysis to what is going on.

“What’s with that smile?” Andrea asked as Destiny and Irene walked over to a small booth.

Andrea and Julie stayed at the counter, “nothing,” Julie said brushing it off.

“It’s about the guy you’re writing too isn’t it?” Julie sighed, “why won’t you let yourself be happy for a bit? Stop worrying about the outcomes and go with the flow!”

“Not sure if you’ve met my family or not,” Julie knew very well that Andrea has indeed met her family, including her mother, “but I’ve learned that going with the flow leads nowhere.”

“You’re not her,” Andrea said softly, “you will never be her. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you but I believe that you are a way better person than your mother ever was! You just need to realize that.”

Julie sighed, “Can we just enjoy the night? Please?” Andrea gave Julie a small nod, they grabbed their drinks and walked over to the booth.

 November 17th, 2017

Julie looked up as she heard the bell ring, notifying employees that a customer had just walked in, she looked up and saw Mr. William walking over to the counter.

“Good morning, Mr. William!” Julie said with a smile, “Same as last time?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mr. William said with a smile.

Julie poured him a cup of coffee, “You know, Mr. William, I never got your first name.”

“Henry,” He said with a smile.

“Henry? I have a cousin named Henry, he’s stationed in Spain.”

“Spain?” Mr. William chuckled, “Let me guess, Airforce?”

“Marines, actually.”

Mr. William gave her a small nod, “I was in the Army, back in Vietnam.”

“Oh really?” Julie began wiping down the area next to Mr. William on the counter as he told her stories about his time in Vietnam. Julie noticed how slow it was so she decided to just sit next to him after serving him his food, and listen to him talk. Mr. William liked the company and he liked telling the young girl about his experiences. Once Mr. William had finished eating he told the young girl that he had to go the hospital down the block, he explained that he was a volunteer baby cuddler at the hospital.

Julie never knew this and found Mr. William to be one of the sweetest man she has ever met.

Julie said her goodbyes to her coworkers after her shift, she grabbed her car keys and walked towards her car. She finally was able to go to the post office, she had been waiting all weekend for this moment.

She pulled up next to the post office, She walked inside the post office and opened her P.O. box. Julie smiled to herself as she grabbed the letter. She walked back towards her car to open the letter.

  Dear JuJu,

Fine, I’ll give you five chances then. But I doubt you’ll even get it right, but if by chance you do figure out my nickname, I suppose I can give you a prize. And what is this prize you might ask? My last name. I’ll tell you my last name if you figure it out. And if you don’t figure it out then I guess, we’ll just have to see.

I wonder, have you sat down with Mr. William, yet? I would like to know how that went.

Julie, do you have any idea how fucking (excuse my language) talented you are? My God! I was moved to tears! I am cherishing this photo you sent me! Honestly, Julie, you have an eye for this! I hope you continue taking photos and sharing them with me.

Well, if we ever meet, I promise that my sense of humor won’t be dry. ; )

Also, It’s not a metaphor! Haha, but I know what you mean! I swear I can be the same way, trying to figure out if something means something else. Damn, English class. Getting us all traumatized.

Now I don’t want lessons, but I have always wanted to learn Spanish and if it makes you laugh then I guess I can deal with it. You’ve been to Europe? What part? How was it?

Sounds like me and my siblings! They sure are a pain sometimes, though. Right? But I sure do love them.

How dare you call my question weak!

I just did an eye roll. But I have to admit, this question is way better than mine. So, I would have to choose…. Huh… Unicorn. Unicorns can fly, right? If so then that. Why? Because Unicorns can fly. Just imagine that! 

Since you gave me such an amazing question, I have to try my best to top that one! So….

My question to you is…. Favorite Disney character and why???

 Toodles.

 P.S. I would like to see this wrath once, just to know what this wrath looks like.

 P.P.S.

I understand that I have dealt with/dealing with, anxiety as well. I’ve read many self-help books and I’ve done so many things just to help with it and I just have to say that your brain is noisy, everyone's brain is. But sometimes we have to stop listening to that noise, it’s what's causing this suffering and I know it’s hard to just stop, but trust me, you can learn. What are some things help you calm down when you have an anxiety attack? For me, I know I always try to calm myself down. Talk through it.

As for your mother…

What she did, it’s just, I don’t even know how to explain how I felt when I read that part of the letter, Julie. I am truly sorry that you have to go through that emotional trauma. I’m here for you, so let it all out, let out everything that’s on your mind when you think about your mother because I am here reading every single word.

But I believe you’d be an amazing mother; I know now that you learned from her mistakes. You care about these children that don’t even exist; you already want to do so much for them. It means something, Julie.

Would you ever want to meet your biological father? Have you met him?

You’re welcome, Julie. I care about you, even if we haven’t officially met. I still care.

  Julie smiled at the letter, she couldn’t wait any longer as she grabbed the pen and notebook she had told herself to keep in her car exactly for this. She began writing the letter. She put it in an envelope and sent it out soon after, knowing it might not be sent until tomorrow since the post office was going to close soon. But still, she couldn’t wait for a reply.

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Part 11

No amount of scrubbing could make that feeling vanish, I realized this after standing in the shower for over thirty minutes, trying to scrub away the feeling of him touching my arm, kissing my neck. It wasn’t until Nat had knocked on the bathroom door asking if I was alright that I had got the message. No amount of scrubbing will take his touch on my body away. It’s embedded in my brain. In my skin.

My mind kept wandering back to the video, the way he lingered in the background, watching my every move. He knew the drugs within my blood were taking over and he loved every second of it, waiting to feast on me later on when everyone around them has finished having their fun with me. I couldn’t help but wonder how long after that video was taken did he take me up to his room.

The more I thought about it the more of the aftermath I felt the morning after came back to me.  I tried my hardest to forget the feeling of the burning pain between my legs, the rough kisses on my skin, I don’t remember any of it but my body can’t seem to forget his touch. My body, my temple, it was demanding to be shed of its sins that it did not ask to partake in. My body shouldn’t be held responsible.

I heard a soft knock at the door, “almost done in there, Hon?” Pepper’s voice was so soft, she reminded me so much of my mother. My mother. I just wished she were around so I can run up to her and cry in her arms.

“y-yeah,” I said softly as I turned the knob to turn the water off, “All done,” I called out as I wrapped the towel around my body. I looked at myself in the fogged up mirror, gently wiping with a cloth to get a better look at myself. But all I saw was a girl with red skin from attempting to rub away the pain that she had to carry.

“Well, breakfast is ready and Peter should be here soon,” Pepper announced.

“I’ll be right out,” I began to dry my hair.

Once I was finished I made my way over to the kitchen area. I’m not mentally prepared for today, I knew that if I went to school I would hear the rumors, the laughter behind my back. Even worse since I know Jasmine wouldn’t be by my side.

I walked over to the table where everyone was seated, Pepper placed my breakfast in front of me, immediately I pushed the plate away.

“Everything okay, hon?” Pepper asked, catching the attention from Bucky and Steve that sat across from me.

“I don’t feel so good,” I stated as I placed my hands on my stomach.

“Sounds to me like someone got used to staying home from school,” Dad said with a smirk as he sat down next to me. “Just yesterday you were begging to go to school, what happened to that?”

Well, yesterday I had friends, I thought.

“Tony,” Pepper gave my dad a small warning as she glared at him, she placed a hand on my forehead, “well, you do kind of feel warm,” she sighed. “I think it’s better we stay on the safe side and let her stay home, Tony.”

Dad sighed, “Friday, can you check my daughter's temp please?”

I rolled my eyes, I knew he wasn’t going to let me stay home, “Miss. Starks temperature is at a normal range.”

“Normal range, see! She’s healthy enough to go to school,” dad said as he clapped his hands. “Now eat your breakfast before spider boy gets here.” Pepper gave me an apologetic look as she sat down next to dad. I stared at my food in front of me, “Olivia, I am not joking, eat your food.”

I gave him a small glare, “Good morning!” Peter said as he walked into the dining area.

I shoved my plate even further, getting up from my seat, “let’s go,” I said to Peter as he gave me a confused look. I grabbed my backpack from the couch and walked out with Peter.

“Everything okay?” He asked silently as we walked towards Happy.

“Peachy.”

He tensed at my tone of voice, “why didn’t you go to school yesterday?” We got into the car, I sighed as Happy gave me a small smile.

“Didn’t feel well.”

Peter hummed as he gave a small nod, we both stayed quiet for the rest of the ride. I guess he can tell from my vibe that I wasn’t in the mood to speak. Yet all I could think of was how bad I wanted to scream of the pain I was enduring in the inside.

Happy dropped me off, I stared at the school for a second, “are you sure everything is okay?” Peter asked. Everything in my body just wanted to break down crying, wanted to tell Happy to get me the fuck out of there.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” I smiled at Peter, “I’ll see you later, okay?” He gave me a nod and watched as I got out of the car. I watched as Happy drove off.

I made my way into the school building, soft whispers surrounded me as eyes watched my every move.

“Can you believe she slept with Bren?” I heard one girl whisper to her friend.

“I heard she’s saying he raped her, but we all know the bitch was asking for it,” I cringed as I listened in to their conversations, wishing I could just block all hearing for the day.

I made it to my locker, catching a glance at Jazmine who was walking towards her, I wanted to call out to her but I held my tongue. She looked up from the ground and saw me, instantly shaking her head as she angrily walked away.

There was no hope in her, I lost one of my only friends in this school. Once I was into class, I could feel some of the students staring at me, our teacher announced that it was a catch-up day, to just do homework for the class period. But I couldn’t concentrate, I could hear the whispers of the girls behind me, the way they giggled at the mention of me wanting sex. The way they called me a whore, who didn’t know what she wanted. I felt my breathing begin to increase, I closed my notebook and stuffed it into my backpack as I stood up, “Ms. Stark,” My teacher began to say, I didn’t say anything, I just made my way out of the close, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I left the classroom. The halls were empty, it felt strange to see them this way, so wide and big. Yet, with it full of students these very same hallways seem so small.

“Well, well, well,” that voice sent icy chills down my spine. My body wanted to flee as fast as it could but it stood still, my mind blanking itself, not sending the signals to my body for it to move. “If it isn’t Olivia Stark,” Bren spit out as he walked over to me.

“Get the fuck away from me,” I growled as I attempted to walk away but Bren pushed me towards the wall before I could even get very far.

I gasped at his touched, “Now now, where do you think you’re going, Livia,” I winced at the nickname he had for me. I hated it with a passion. He stared at my body like it was some kind of feast for him, my neck like it’s his to claim, “did you not enjoy our night together?” his whispers were sharp, causing me to wince.  

“I have to see you every single time I walk through those damn doors! Like that night wasn't torture enough!” I glared at him, “so, to answer your fucking question, no! I didn’t fucking enjoy that night and you know damn well that I didn’t!”

“Come on, Livia, you know you wanted it,” he whispered as he placed his hand gently on my cheek, flashbacks of that night instantly came to my mind from his touch. My body burned from the instant contact. He lifted his hand showing his phone, a video then began playing, a video of that night.

“S-stop,” You could hear me begging him as he climbed on top of me, I watched as I tried my hardest to move but the drug was too damn strong. I placed my hands on his chest in order to push him off but he grabbed them by force and placed them over my head as he placed filthy kisses on my neck, “no!” I yelled out, “stop, please.” I began to sob.

I looked over at Bren as he had a smirk on his face, “please stop,” he mocked as he brushed my hair out of my face, I slapped his hand earning a glare from him. “You’re gonna regret that, Stark,” he snarled as the bell rang, causing students to begin to walk out of the classes and filling the halls once more. The walls felt like they were closing in as the more students came out of the classes rooms, Bren gave me a small smirk before he disappeared within the crowd.

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October 18th, 2017. 

Julie’s POV

“Okay, to wrap things up for the day, I wanted to ask you something,” Julie’s therapist, Dr. Hudson, placed her notepad on the coffee table in front of her, “I’m working on this project with some colleagues of mine and some other therapists around the country.” 

Julie looked at her confused, “okay? Congratulations?” 

She sighed, “what I am trying to say is that I’d like you to be a part of it.” 

“A part of your project?”

She nods, “the name is in the works, but how it works is that you will be assigned someone to write to and that person will write a letter back.’”

“So, let me guess, I’ll be getting a Pen Pal?” 

“Yes, well, not exactly a pen pal anyway you’ll write letters to this person about your feelings, meaning that we will reduce our scheduled meet up time. I’ll be meeting with you once a month instead of once a week, and these scheduled meetings will be only to see your progress, but I will still be just a phone call away if you feel like you need someone to talk to.” 

“Would I have to talk to you about what I write?” 

She shakes her head, “no, unless you want too, other than that you will just let me know how you feel if it’s making a difference to speak to someone with the same... same mental illness and if it helps that the person is a complete stranger.”

It all sounded tempting, being a part of something that can help others, and maybe even help her. “When do I start?” She grinned from ear to ear and began to explain the process. 

“Just drop the letter off whenever you are done.” 

“Alright,” Julie walked out of the compound, feeling the dreadfulness of the sulking city as the dark grey clouds rolled in. She loved this weather, mostly because it matched how she felt and because it felt like the sky was feeling all the emotions she just didn’t want to deal with at the moment. 

Julie made her way to her apartment, knowing she had to get ready for work but couldn’t help but think about the letter she had to write, she somewhat felt excited about it. She couldn’t wait any longer as she looked at her watch, she had exactly three hours until work, giving her about an hour to get to her apartment and an hour to write her first letter. 

October 25th, 2017

Chris’s POV

Chris sat down on the chair, watching the birds fly by outside, sometimes he wondered why he was still doing these sessions if he always felt the same afterward. 

“I’d like for you to try this new project, some colleagues and I are trying out,” his therapist, Dr. Holt,  said after a couple of moments of silence. She initially wasn’t going to offer it to him but after noticing his behavior from the past sessions, she thinks that Chris would be the perfect candidate for this project.

“A project?”  

“Yes, we’ve decided to try this sort of pen pal type of project, in order to help those who tend to have trouble speaking about there problems to their therapists face to face, maybe they’ll speak to those who have a similar experience by writing it all down in a letter.”

“So, you want me to write letters to a stranger?”

“In order to help them develop a sense of courage to communicate better with their therapist.”

“I would but with my status, I’d risk giving out my address..”

“You wouldn’t,” Chris raises his eyebrows, “you’d give me or my secretary the letter and we’d send the letter for you, your address wouldn’t be needed. Just whenever you are done with the letter, drop it off and all the letters you receive will be mailed from the office.”

Chris sighed, he wasn’t too sure about this project but if it meant helping someone who needed it then he was all for it, “alright.”

She smiled, “great,” she grabbed an envelope from her binder, “this is your first letter.”

“I already have one?”

“It was randomly chosen, the person doesn’t know who you are, they are merely introducing who they within the letter and stating their condition.”

Chris nods, “So, I just drop the letter off when I am done?”

She nods, “exactly and as a result to this, our sessions will be reduced to once a month, in order to see the progress being made I will be asking you questions if you think this is working better for you.”

Chris gives her a simple nod, it made him a bit anxious that he wasn’t going to be getting his treatment as regularly, but he wanted to give this a shot, “and if I need you?”

“Then I’m a phone call away,” she said with a small smile.

 Chris sat down at his desk, watching his dog Dodger play with a  chew toy, he sighed, “what do you think, bubba?” The dog looked at him confused making Chris chuckle, “alright then.” Chris opened the letter and began reading it out loud.

 Dear whomever this may concern,

Wow, couldn’t help but think how dumb I sounded there. Anyway, my name is Julie and my therapist feels that this is the sort of therapy I need.

“So, far we know she’s a girl and her name is Julie,” Chris said, he grunted and put the letter down, “I need to write some things down.” He grabbed a pen and paper and began taking notes. He didn’t know why but he felt that it would be more organized in a way.

Apparently, she thinks I am not giving my all into our therapy sessions, as if I am leaving out important details. Maybe I am. Ugh, this is supposed to be an introduction, right? Alright, well, I am currently twenty-three years old, I live with my roommate Irene here in my home state California, was that too much information? Oh well. I am a waitress and I honestly don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know what I am doing in general. I began therapy for my anxiety and then it ended up being for my depression. Now I’m here. Writing a letter to a stranger because I don’t know how to explain my feelings to the lady sitting in front of me with a pen and paper.

Anyways, I hope, whatever this project is, I hope I helped.

Sincerely, Julie.

P.S. Should we have like a cool sign out? Like, ‘until the next time’ or ‘Thankley Dankley’ or ‘Smell ya later’ Ooo! ‘Later Vader’ That’s a good one. Are you a Star Wars fan? If not, then I’m going to have to ask to be reassigned to a different person… Anyways, think about that sign off thing, I feel that sincerely is too formal.

 “She’s got jokes,” Chris said with a small chuckle, “Thankley Dankley, that’s a first.”

Chris grabbed a new sheet of paper and began writing immediately, feeling some sort of connection towards this girl.

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