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

Masterlist

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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Man to Man - Part 3 (Chris Evans x Latina!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Chris proposes to you in a very special way.

Pairing(s): Chris Evans x Latina!Reader

Warning(s): Fluffffff.

Length: 3.1k words (I think? I'm not sure everything is a blur b/c it's almost 2 AM)

A/N: One more installment after this one! I hope you guys like it. I will now go cry a river into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s because writing this is a bit triggering for someone who is forever alone. Jk. Sort of. Also I just want to say that this is my first work that I ever wrote for Chris Evans, I first posted Man to Man about a month ago. Thank you for all of the love on it and for any of my stories, it truly means a lot to me. <3

“You know that I like to look at the menu ahead of time,” You stated, leaning back into the passenger’s seat of your mother’s Jeep Grand Cherokee. “Why can’t you just tell me what the place we’re going to is called so that I can just look it up online?”

She laughed. “Because it is a surprise, that’s why.”

You glanced out of the window, frowning to yourself. It wasn’t like your mother to be so secretive with you about things. But ever since she’d picked you up, she outright refused to tell you any details about the night ahead, except that you two would be spending the evening in Malibu, near the beach. Like everyone else in your life who was close to you, she knew how much you absolutely adored being around the ocean—it was your favorite place. It was the one place that brought you comfort, peace, and happiness no matter what kind of life stresses were being thrown your way. In fact, whenever Chris was away for work for longer periods of time  than you were used to and you found yourself missing him terribly to the point of being unable to sleep at night, you would load up Dodger in the car and make the drive out to Malibu where you would spend the evening sitting in the sand, letting the sound of the crashing waves calm you and bring you a bit of clarity. The fact that your mother wanted to take you to the beach for the girl’s night out that she’d planned out only made you worry even more that she was about to drop some bad news on you. You wondered, if perhaps taking you to a place that you loved was her way of potentially softening the blow?

Your mother sensed your uneasiness. “Is something wrong?”

“You tell me,” You replied to her nervously. “Is something wrong?”

“What? Why would anything be wrong?”

You turned your attention away from the window and glanced at her, shrugging your shoulders. “Well, for starters, you asked me out to dinner tonight, just the two of us.”

“And why is that a problem? Can’t a mother just spend some quality time with her only daughter?”

You scoffed. “Oh come on. Mamá, por favor. Since when do you ever go anywhere alone, without papi by your side? The two of you are practically attached at the hip! And then you tell me to leave Chris at home for the night, which is even more bizarre because you never pass up the opportunity to have him around.” You shake your head lightly, trying to calm your anxiety as you do your best to make sense of it all. “Please, just tell me what’s going on.” Your throat went dry and you swallow thickly as you utter your next question, “Are you and dad getting a divorce? Is that what this is about?”

“Que?” Your mother lets out a loud laugh. “Dios! Of course we’re not getting a divorce! Are you crazy?”

You exhaled the breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding.

“Oh thank God,” You muttered, sinking back into the seat, feeling relieved.

She laughed again, taking one hand off the steering wheel for just a brief moment, long enough to reach over and give your bare shoulder a gentle pat. “Your father and I are doing just fine, believe me. Our relationship grows stronger with every single passing day,” she assured you, confidently. She then paused and withdrew her hand, putting it back on the steering wheel as she mused out loud. “You know, next year marks a very big anniversary for us. We’ll have been married for thirty years. I will never forget the day that he asked me to marry him.”

You’d heard this story more times than you can even count, but you didn’t mind it. You absolutely loved hearing her tell it over and over again.

“He came to my family’s rancho to ask my father for my hand in marriage. We didn’t have a whole lot besides our land, but neither did he. In fact, he had even less than we did. He was a handsome young man with no money, not a single penny to his name. He didn’t even have a ring to propose with when he did it, just his words,” she told you, shaking her head in amusement as the memories of that day came flooding back to her. “I stood by his side anxiously as he asked my father for my hand. When my father asked him what he could give me, he said that even though he had absolutely nothing, he would work hard and do anything in his power to make me happy. He gave him his word, man to man, that he would do anything that he could in order to give me the beautiful life I deserved. So my father approved and gave his blessing, and we were married two weeks later. We then we came to this country together, looking to build that beautiful life he had promised me. We both had left everything that we had ever known behind. We had to learn the language, adapt to the culture, and find our way in this whole new world together.”

“Was there ever a time that you regretted leaving your home country to come here with him?” You asked her, curiously.

“No, mija. Nunca. I was scared to death, but I never regretted the choice that I made to come here with your dad,” Your mother replied without hesitation. “It was a challenge, of course. But every struggle that we ever endured, we faced it, together. And we overcame it, together. Your father, he is the one true love of my life. He always took care of me. He protected me and he kept me safe. Even through all of our hardships, he always put me first and made sure to do what he could so that I was content and happy.”

Your heart swelled inside your chest and you felt warm tears brim your eyes. You reached up and delicately dabbed at them with the back of your hand, being careful so as not to smudge your eyeliner. “I’m going to ruin my makeup before we even make it to the restaurant! Dios Mío. No matter how many times that I listen to you tell me this story, it always gets to me like it did the very first time I heard it.” You chuckled, fanning your face with your opposite hand as you quickly composed yourself. “You two were absolutely perfect for each other. You still are, even after all these years.”

“Speaking of beaching perfect for each other.” Your mother glimpsed at you briefly before turning her attention back to the road. “You and Chris…” She trailed off.

You smiled, dropping your hands back down to your lap. Your fingers began to fiddle with the white gold Cartier bracelet you wore around your wrist. It had been an extremely generous gift that Chris had given to you last Valentine’s Day. “He’s been really good to me these last couple of years, mami. He’s a wonderful man and I can’t even explain how incredibly happy he makes me.”

“I know that. Your father and I both know that,” she stated. “I don’t mean to pry you’re your private business, but have you two talked about the future at all?”

“We have,” You nodded in reply. “A few times here and there we have talked about marriage and things like that. But we’re not in any rush or anything. Between his career and mine, I think we’re both fine waiting a bit longer before we take the next step in our relationship.”

“We love Chris very much. Your father and I couldn’t have asked for a better man for you even if we tried,” she expressed sincerely. “He is the man that we both hoped would come into your life one day, you know that right?”

“I do,” You responded, your smile widening slightly. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you and you turned once again to gaze out the window. You noticed that your mother had turned and pulled the car onto a quiet street that was lined with luxurious, multi-million dollar oceanfront homes. She slowed the car and came to a stop, parking along the curb in front of a particularly lavish, modern day beach house. You turned and shot her a puzzled look. “Wait a minute. Why are we stopping here? Where are we?”

Your mother simply grinned as she cut the engine and grabbed her purse. “We’re here.”

“What?” Confused, you grabbed your satin white clutch and slowly stepped out of the car. This definitely wasn’t a restaurant. “What’s going on? Whose house is this?”

“Come on, follow me,” was all that she said to you as she led you around the side of the mansion where she punched a security code into the side iron gate. Once it pulled open, she grabbed your hand and led you past it, pulling you along and ignoring all of your questions. Behind the house was a private beach, the pacific ocean just mere feet away from the bottom of a wooden staircase.

“Mamá, seriously where are we—?” You stopped short, suddenly noticing the group of people approaching the bottom of the staircase. You felt your heart skip an anxious beat or two when you first recognized your father and your grandmother. Following behind them were Chris’ parents, his two sisters, as well as his younger brother, Scott. They were all grinning up at you excitedly from where they stood, each person holding a single white rose in their hands. You felt a lump suddenly rise in your throat and when you spoke, your voice was just above a whisper. “Mom? What’s happening?”

Your mother simply patted your shoulder and then took you by your arm as the two of you started to descend the staircase. “Just relax, mi nena,” she assured you as you reached the bottom of it. “Here, let me take your purse and your shoes for you.” She leaned down and carefully helped you step out of your Louboutin’s, holding them along with your clutch in her arm. With her free hand, she reached up and touched your cheek. “Te quiero mucho, my sweet girl. Now go on, there’s a few people here just dying to say hello to you.”

Your sweet little abuelita was the first to step forward and hand you her white rose. For the first time in her entire life, she was completely silent, too choked up with tears to say anything to you. Instead, she kissed your cheek and lifting her hand, she silently gave you the blessing of her religion before taking your hand and placing it in your father’s.

“Papá?” You somehow squeak out as he hands you the second rose.

“You look hermosa,” he complimented you before pulling you into his arms for a tight hug. When he pulled away, you could see the hint of emotion in his eyes, but knew that he was doing his best to control them and remain collected, just like he always did. “I hope you know how proud I am of you and or the woman that you’ve grown up to be. When you were younger, I pushed you so hard to do well in school. I pushed you to have a good career. My biggest wish for you in this life back then was for you to be successful and to have everything that I never had at your age. But now, I realize that my biggest wish for you in this life is for you to just be happy.” He paused briefly, clearing the emotions from his throat. “It is so much more important than any college degree or any amount of money that you make. I want you to be happy. And I know that he makes you happy.” He hugged you again and you couldn’t help but sob softly into his shoulder.

After a moment, he pulled away from you wiped your tears away with his hand before leading you over to Chris’ parents.

“Hello there, pretty girl!” His mother beamed at you before pulling you into her arms. She gave you a firm, but gentle squeeze. “We’ve missed you so much, honey.”

“It’s so good to see you again,” His father chimed in, smiling warmly at you as they both handed over their roses.

His two sisters were next, taking a minute to fuss over how gorgeous you looked in your dress before adding their flowers to your growing little bouquet.

“Sister!” Scott exclaimed excitedly as he approached you, causing everyone else to laugh. He gave you a small bow and then handed you the flower he held. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at Dodger, who was running around the beach barking and chasing every seagull that he saw. There was a white rose attached to his collar, holding on for dear life as the pup went wild. “So, let’s just pretend that Dodge actually did his part and gave you the last rose. Deal?”

You giggled tearfully. “Deal.”

“Now, if you’ll allow me to escort you. Your prince awaits.” He held his arm out to you. “M’lady?”

As you took his arm, you suddenly realized how shaky you were. Your heart had begun to pound in your chest, and there was a loud ringing sound in your ears. Your body must have switched itself over to autopilot, because you weren’t fully aware or even in control of your own movements—when did your legs even start walking? You held onto Scott’s arm with a death grip, afraid they would give out on you from how nervous you were.

“If it helps, he’s probably freaking out right now too,” Scott whispered to you as he led you a bit further down the beach, closer towards the shoreline.

When you first saw him standing there, it was like an unseen force had knocked what little air you had left out of your lungs.

Chris hadn’t gone overboard with his proposal, in fact, he had decided to keep it very simple. He stood there on the shoreline just inches away from the water, a breathtakingly beautiful sunset just above the crashing waves in the background. He grinned boyishly at you, his hands in his pockets. If he was nervous, he was doing a damn good job of hiding it in comparison to yourself.

“I believe this lovely lady belongs to you,” Scott said, tossing his brother a wink. He let go of you and gave you a quick hug before he fell back to stand with both of your families.

“Hey you,” Chris murmured, reaching for your free hand. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes meeting yours in that way that always made your breath catch itself in your throat. “I told you back at the house that I’d see you later, didn’t I?”

You opened your mouth to respond to him, but closed it when no words came out. You knew that if you tried to speak, you would simply lost it. The tears were already threatening to fall and you blinked them back furiously as you tried your hardest to keep your composure, at least long enough to let Chris say what he had to say.

“I tried for months and months to come up with something to say that isn’t cliché, but turns out that’s pretty much impossible so you’ll have to bear with me for a minute.” Chris chuckled and squeezed your hand, his own voice becoming thick with emotion with each and every word that he spoke. “I never really believed in soulmates until the day that you walked into my life. I didn’t think they existed, or at least, I didn’t think that mine existed. Over these last two years that we have been together, you’ve shown me what it’s like to be truly, unconditionally loved by somebody. You accept me for who I am and for all that I am. You deal with me and my insane life. You deal with our relationship being the spotlight. You deal with the distance my career can put between us. Through everything—the good, the bad, the messy, and the crazy—you have been there for me every step of the way since day one. I honestly don’t know what the hell I did to deserve someone like you, but whatever it was, I’m glad that I did it.”

You both could hear sniffles coming from behind you but neither of you could tell if they were coming from his mother or yours—probably both.

Chris pulled a small, red velvet box out of his pocket. He opened it and lowered himself to one knee, holding it out in his palm.

“I love you more than I can even express,” he declared. “There aren’t enough words in the English language to convey exactly how I feel about you. Trust me, I’ve tried looking for them. My Spanish isn’t exactly the greatest, but I’m willing to bet that there aren’t enough words in that language to express how I feel either.” He paused, smiling as you let out a small, shaky laugh. “You are the woman that I want to spend the rest of my days with. Will you do me the biggest honor of my life and marry me?”

As soon as the question was out in the open, the sob that you’d been holding back escaped you and you flung yourself down into his arms, knocking the two of you over into the sand. Your lips found his and you fused your mouths together in a sweet, loving kiss.

“I guess I should take that as a yes?” Chris laughed, looking up at you as you pulled away from him.

“Yes, yes, a million times yes!”

He laughed again and reached for your hand. Still laying there, his back in the sand, he pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger. He took your face between his hands, pulling your face to his for another kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “And I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

“I love you so much.” You buried your face into his neck, not even bothering to care that the water was getting dangerously close to the two of you.

“C’mon man!” Scott’s impatient voice called out. “We’re dying over here!”

“Alright, alright! Come on over, everyone!” Chris smirked and gave you one last quick kiss before he stood up and helped you to your feet, helping you dust the sand off of your dress and out of your hair.

About an hour or so later, after all of the tears, after the massive tangle of congratulatory hugs and kisses, and after the family photographs had been taken on the beach, Scott beckoned for everyone to follow him back up to the house that he and Chris had rented out for the evening for dinner and champagne on the deck.

You were leaning against the railing, looking out towards the ocean when Chris came up beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders.

“So when did you ask him for my hand?” You asked him, setting your champagne glass down beside you.

Chris smiled. “About a week ago. After dinner, you were helping your mom in the kitchen with the dishes.”

You bit your bottom lip, looking away as you remembered the day that you’d listened in on Chris talking to your father. It was the first day he had met him and he had given him his word, man to man, m that when the time came, he would be asking him for your hand. And now here you were, several months later, and Chris had stayed true to his word.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Just that I can’t believe you pulled this whole thing off,” You told him, bringing your gaze over to meet his. “I’ve never been this surprised in my life.”

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without our parents.”

“Excuse me!” Scott called from a few feet away.

Chris sighed and rolled his eyes. “And Scott helped too, I guess.”

“Thank you!”

“Well everyone, it looks like we have a wedding to plan!” Chris’ mother announced joyfully. “And I don’t know about you guys, but I think we should start right away!”

“I hope your family is ready for this,” You nudge him playfully. “Latinos don’t play around when it comes to throwing a wedding.”

[onsunnyside]

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Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

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Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

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@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

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For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

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@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

[captain-barnes-writes]

Someone Like You [5/6]

Summary: In which Sebastian tries to win you back a year and a half after your relationship’s rupture, but only because there’s a new man in your life. [Part 5]

(Mini-series)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Latina

Warning: Angst (LOTS) , language, 18+. 

NOT PROOFREAD so watch out for lots of errors.

Word count: 4.5k

You’d avoided thinking of Sebastian for a good portion of the morning, but he was creeping back into your head forbidding you from forgetting what had happened just last night. Upon arriving at your hotel room the night before, you had turned into a weeping mess while still clad in your beautiful satin dress, a huge contrast to the ugly emotions that were seeping out of you. Sobs had wracked through your body to the point it had become hard to breathe.

The strong smell of him lingered on your body as if taunting you that he still owned every part of your being. Despite everything, despite the many months apart and despite the very reason why things had not worked out he still had an effect on you. Even after you’d jumped into the shower to wash the night away, especially to rid of his scent and the smell of sex that had followed you, you could still feel his lingering hands on you, the wet trail his lips would leave on your skin. As if taunting you, his scent was still present even in your room. You couldn’t escape him.

He still managed to pull at your every heartstring. It was the silky locks, the azure eyes with the crinkles on each end and that toothy grin of his. It was the way a single glance your way and you were a puddle at his feet, melting for him. But whatever happened last night had been a mistake, he was a part of your past and had to stay there. Yet you still found yourself pondering over how after so much time he could hold such a part of you, tight and permanent. The fluttering sensation in your belly, and pressure on your chest weighing heavy and electric that he induced with just one glance let you know that he was still very much a part of you. And when he looked at you, kissed you, let alone put his hands anywhere on you? It was a magnetic force so strong it left you breathless.

With a heavy chest and an even heavier heart, you thought of how you’d become pathetic and submissive all over again with just a mere touch of his. So puddy in his hands, holding onto every word that fell from his lips. His hands had been so greedy, wanting to hold you and kiss you all at once. He’d been everywhere, placed his large hands on every single part of your body. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, couldn’t deny the deep attraction that was clearly still present.

The magnetic pull, the sexual tension and desperation that had surrounded both your glistening bodies the night before was an engraved image in your head; pinned to your mind not letting you forget how he’d felt inside you. How he took you with such force, kissed you as if your lips were his only mean of survival.  It was memorable what you’d both shared. Raw and emotional and in its wake left a gaping hole in your heart.

Despite how good it had felt while it happened, once it ended everything felt as if it had come crashing down. Like shattering glass around you, falling, breaking and so very loud, your mind had woken you from the bliss that had been shared in that stuffy closet. Like an alarm that rang and rang and the only way of shutting it off was the very act of leaving. Again. And so you did, you ran off once again from the man who’d held your heart almost two years ago and had refused to care for it. Refused to hold only you and you alone. He’d been valiant enough to corner you and take you again with such confidence, then you were valiant enough of walking away too.

But this time it felt different. Horribly different because there was pain growing inside, building up and tormenting you. You had been unfaithful. It didn’t matter that the relationship with Romeo was not yet serious or that he was away in a different country at the moment, none of that mattered because your desire for Sebastian shouldn’t have clouded what reality was in the first place. Nothing should have made you forget your morals and had you commit such a sinful act. It felt as if the guilt was diminishing you if you didn’t come clean or at least put pause on the budding relationship.

As if he had an extra sense, your phone rang next to you breaking you from the torturous thoughts that had been clawing at you. Romeo’s name appeared on the screen, his contact picture blank. Swallowing loudly with tears already brimming your eyes, you took a hold of your phone with shaky hands. God, what the hell were you going to say?

“Hi.” Was all you managed to choke out when you finally answered. Voice low and dull, nothing compared to the usual silkiness and cheerfulness that laced it.

“What is going on, Y/N?” Romeo’s boomed through the phone. The background noise was distracting, loud chattering in Spanish could be heard.

“What?” You felt slightly shaken at the tone of his voice, he didn’t sound like the sweet Romeo you’d grown used to hearing. He sounded different and, dare say, impolite without even a simple greeting to start the conversation off.

“I’m not a fool, Y/N. What the fuck happened yesterday? What are all these pictures of you and that damn actor from those Marvel movies?” He paused, the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard and the background noise was slowly disappearing. “They’re circulating everywhere to the point that people keep tagging me on that shit.”

You shouldn’t have, but a wave of relief washed through you. He was referring to Chris and at the mention of him you wanted to laugh. Even he thought the same as the media and besides the relief, you also felt upset.

“Oh, that...I got really anxious during the red carpet and he was nice enough to help me out. Walked me inside the venue and all. After the awards, we were just chatting.”

“You’re making me look like a fool. My whole team thinks so too.” It was apparent that he was only concerned about his image and the way people perceived him. It was disappointing to hear the roughness of his voice, accusatory and unkind. Though deep inside you were telling yourself that you deserved this type of treatment. You deserved it because even though he was upset about something that had not even happened, there was still something to be upset about. He just didn’t know what.

“I can’t befriend people because it makes you look bad? That makes no sense.” The words had flown past your lips before you could even think. You wanted to take the accusations, forgive them because you’d done something awful, but you weren’t that type of person anymore. You didn’t let men walk all over you.

“That looked more than friendly to me.”

“Yes, to you. My line of job has me meeting people constantly, as does yours, so either you get used to it or you don’t.” You had no filter. The words were just coming out without much thought. You wanted to be calm and let him continue accusing you using the harsh edge in his voice because you deserved it. You felt like he had every right to treat you this way, to denounce your behavior because he was right it had been more than friendly. It had become more than friendly just not with Chris, but with a different man he didn’t even know about.

“¿Qué estás diciendo? Se clara conmigo.” What are you saying? Be clear with me.

“You heard me. I’m not going to sit here and let you accuse me of anything. ” You responded, voice somewhat shaky. You were pleading with yourself to let you be firm and to keep an even voice, but your eyes were already welling up with tears for the second time in less than a day.

“Don’t embarrass me anymore,  that’s all I’m asking.” He couldn’t be serious, you thought. The world didn’t revolve around him.

“Vete a la verga.” Go to hell.

And you hung up the phone. You didn’t know what had come over you. You wanted so badly to take the treatment and the accusations because you were worthy of them. Despite Romeo’s true colors that were coming to light, you had still done him wrong. You’d slept with another man and now you had probably just ended a relationship not even over that, but because of another man whom you had nothing to do with. You were an awful person.

Although you were an emotional mess and felt like one too your mind drifted to what Romeo had said about being tagged in certain pictures. You became curious and despite the state of being you were in, curiosity always overrode anything.

Grabbing your phone again you did the one thing you were advised to never do, google yourself. Upon typing your name in the search bar and hitting the search button, instead of it being about you it was about none other than Chris Evans. High quality pictures had surfaced the web the moment your anxiety fiasco happened last evening and it had become an even bigger deal today.

Y/N flirts with Chris Evans.

Romeo who? Y/N cuddles up to Chris Evans.

You pressed your face back into the pillow and groaned loudly. The sound echoed in the empty room as the city of Angels boomed below you. You were upset that even the sweet interaction such as yours and Chris could be taken so out of context. The man was no doubt an Adonis, you weren’t blind and you’d be a liar if you said your heart hadn’t beat faster at the sight of him yesterday. But it had all been so innocent and his gentlemanly actions had been genuine and with no underlying intentions. It was nothing but friendly.  He’d been gallant, extending his arm so you could hook yours through it to get you out of the dramatic disaster that had been your red carpet experience. That was it. People were insatiable with their yearning for new information on people’s personal lives, wanting every little detail.

You’d taken pictures with other people at the after party and those pictures were out there too, but the media had clawed at those images that included Chris and ran with them. Of course, he was single and any woman who crossed his path was apparently dating him. You hated that now you were rumored to be one of them.

You were now a fuse of different emotions. Sadness because your relationship had just ended through a phone call, guilt because you’d been unfaithful and a flare of anger because you couldn’t believe your interaction with Chris had been taken as otherwise.

You saved one of the images to your camera roll. You were upset because many things in your life had come tumbling down in a matter of hours, but you knew that only you could discredit rumors that had no foundation. You didn’t want to become a victim of the media and knew just how to fix this.

Just letting y’all know that @ChrisEvans noticed me become extremely anxious in the middle of the red carpet & was kind enough to walk me the rest of the way. That is all. Please don’t believe these dating rumors, men and women CAN be friends🙄

You typed on twitter and attached a picture of him being the perfect gentleman, your arm hooked to his, bearded face smiling while he led you down the carpet. The real fixture of the picture was the clearly agitated face expression you wore. Lips formed into a nervous smile, anxious with knitted brows, forehead creased.

Pleased with the words and image, you pressed send to your tweet and dropped your phone back onto the bed. It bounced on the very edge of the very edge of the bed, any sudden movements and it would fall to the floor but you didn’t care.

Your cheeks were still wet with tears. Eyes dull, saddened and you felt exhausted. Chest so heavy it felt as if a weight was on top of it. Crawling under the covers you decided that the only way to forget about everything at least for a few hours was to doze off into a deep sleep.

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When you arrived back in New York a few days later after having concluded with a packed schedule, the weather had significantly dropped. You noticed the way the trees were still continuing to change in colors and drop their foliage on the wet floor. The holiday season was commencing and the vibrant colors of lights and many christmas decorations were already up throughout the city. It was such a divine sight and provided a serene feeling throughout your body. It felt like such a contrast from the way life had been playing out for you the last few days. Everything had changed in such a short time.

Your apartment was exactly as you’d left it and because the temperature had dropped even being in the comfort of it you felt as if you were freezing so you’d turned on the heater. You’d spent the last few hours trying to forget what the reality of your personal life was by taking the christmas decorations from storage and beginning the process of decorating that you loved so much. The holiday season was one of your favorites and despite the emotional state you were in, bits of happiness had oozed into your aura.

Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me to the Moon was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. You hadn’t contacted anybody in the last few days so nobody knew you were back in New York so you felt a little puzzled as to who it could be. You looked down at yourself in a haste noting that you were decent enough with your cozy oversized clothing. With a huff, you opened the door.

“Sebastian.” You sputtered out at the sight of the disheveled man. Like you, he was clad in comfortable clothing. Black sweats and a large jacket. With a shocked expression you noted how he looked so tired with dark undereye circles and he looked awfully cold standing in the hallway of your apartment complex.

“Hey.” Was all he said. His hands in his pockets.

“What are you doing here?”

He remained quiet for a few seconds, his teeth biting the plushiness of his bottom lip. Sebastian was just standing there looking at you as if you were the one standing in his apartment. As if you’d been the one to show up to his place unannounced.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me, Y/N. But I really have to talk to you. Can I please come inside?” His azure eyes were almost pleading, gazing at you. Even in the situation you found yourself in you couldn’t help but take notice of how blue his eyes were in the light, gleaming and so pretty. It was inappropriate to even be thinking of him this way when he’d just asked you a question and you seemed to be stalling.

“Uh. I don’t know, Sebastian.” You were unsure if to let him in. You’d been so weak for him at a venue filled with hundreds of people that you didn’t trust yourself to be alone with him in your apartment.

“I just really have to talk to you. Please.” He was begging and looked so desperate for you to say yes. He looked so cold just standing there in the freezing hallway that his lips seemed chapped too. You were pitying him despite everything and thought how this was the exact reason why sometimes you were taken advantage of. You were too kind.

Regardless of how much internal battle was taking place within you, you nodded and pushed the door ajar to let him in. He walked into your living room, taking a seat on the love seat opposite you when you did too.  The atmosphere felt a little awkward.

“I can’t stop thinking about that night, Y/N. I know I shouldn’t have initiated it, but it felt so right at the time. And even now, it still feels right.” Sebastian started.

“That night wasn’t supposed to happen, Sebastian. I did something awful to someone I was in a relationship with by being unfaithful. And guess what?” You paused, slightly chucking at yourself and the way life seemed to be playing with you. “Not even a day after I cheated and we broke up. Not even because of us, by the way, but because of something completely unrelated. And now here you are in my living room almost a week after we had sex and I’m...lost.”

Sebastian’s gaze was glued on you, he looked desperate. But you didn’t know what he was desperate for. You were confused as to why he was in your apartment in the first place.

“I’m sorry about your relationship.”

“No you’re not.” Was your response. He wasn’t sorry at all, why would he be?

“My relationship just recently ended too. But this was a little bit before the awards show.” God, what did he want from you. You wanted to know why he was at your apartment but he was beating around the bush.

“Oh. Well, I’m sorry about that.” You unconsciously took your lip in between your teeth while looking down at your clasped hands. Your apartment was warmer now with the heater having been on for a few hours and you made a mental note to turn it off soon.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. And this has been going on for a long time, Y/N. It’s not a recent thing. I think what triggered it even more was when I saw those music videos of you and...Well I felt extremely jealous. And I felt so angry with myself at having let you go and not treated you the way you deserved.” Sebastian stopped himself as he broke his gaze from you to look down at his hands. “And God, he just couldn’t even keep his hands off you...fuck, it was like you were a piece of meat to him and you just let him touch you like that.” His blue eyes were wide, mouth slightly ajar while he ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He had no right to be telling you off like this, especially not when you were witness to his many escapades with other women after you called it quits with him. No matter how hard you tried to avoid any news on him, it always came up somehow. It had been a nightmare.

“Who do you think you are, Sebastian?” You retorted, loud enough to alert him but not loud enough for your neighbors to hear. You didn’t let him answer as you continued spewing your rage. “So what’s it to you now? It seems like you suddenly want me again only because you saw me with another man. Was it because it wasn’t you?” You spat, doe eyes furious. Even with the gushing hot anger pulsing through you, this whole scenario was somewhat satisfying to you. After so long, he was the one in a jealous fit.

“Because that should be me. I feel like it’ll always be me.” His face had perked up at your questions, face still red with anger but slightly softening his hardened expression. He’d gotten to his feet, rounded the coffee table and started walking to you in a slow manner, careful not to push you away. You were on your feet then too, watching his movements and not at all knowing what to expect next from him.

“I don’t belong to you, Sebastian.” He hated the way his name seethed out of your mouth because you used to call him adoring names or whenever his name flew past your lips it wasn’t out of anger.

“Did you think I was going to sit around and wait for you? You refused to commit to me. I mean we weren’t even in a relationship according to you. You didn’t have time for one, didn’t have the type of commitment it took to be in one. Even the thought of being in that type of situation again makes me sick now.” Your voice was wavering, but your newfound confidence had not. He was going to hear what you had to say and he was going to hear it loud and clear. “You never did much for me. We were always holed up in my apartment because it seemed as if you didn’t want to be seen with me.”

“No, that was not it at all. Don’t think I was ashamed of you because that’s not it.” Sebastian was grabbing at his hair again, and this time he was pacing your living room back and forth. He couldn’t believe you thought he’d been ashamed of you.

“I was stupid. I was a fucking idiot who didn’t appreciate you and had commitment issues. That’s it, but I was never ashamed of you. I don’t want you to think that.” He exclaimed, eyes meeting your teary ones. He didn’t want to make you cry, and the sight of your pretty face with fresh tears falling down your cheeks was eating him alive.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You cried out, hands wailing in the air in exasperation.

“To be with you.” Sebastian choked out. He was coming to terms with his feelings again, he’d pushed them aside for too long.

“Fuck, that’s all I want baby. To be with you. A chance to make it right by you and treat you the way I should have done before. I’m sorry for not appreciating you before and for taking you for granted. I’m sorry for being a blind asshole. I’m sorry for everything. You deserve the whole world and I’m willing to do anything to give you just that.” He was walking closer to you, hands stretched in front of him to grab hold of your arms. Your heart was beating erratically and eyes searched your living room, looking everywhere but him.

“Look me at me, doll.” He whispered as he stood in front of you now. He was so close. Too close that you could feel his breath fanning down at your face. He was taller than you and your eyes peered up at him through long dark lashes .

“I can’t, Seb…” Your voice was wavering, the confidence it oozed earlier was diminishing. You were internally screaming at the fact that he still had an effect on you. A heavy deep seated effect that pulled waves of electricity through you as his hand traveled up to caress your tense jaw.

“Fuck, yes you can. We can. Don’t you feel this?” He was inching ever closer if it was possible. His body plush against yours.

“No. ” You said, eyes breaking contact with his and hands pushing at his chest to move him away. He slightly stumbled backwards, not expecting the harsh refusal from your part.

“And you need to leave right now.” You pointed at the door. His shoulders had dropped at the sound of your words and he felt so dejected at your refusal to be with him now. He knew exactly how he had made you feel now because he felt devastated. Chest tight and his breathing uneven. You were tearing him apart.

“Is that really what you want?” His voice was low, eyes downcast as his hand slipped from your arm.

“Yes.” You whispered, your eyes looking forward trying so hard to focus on the tan lamp at the far end of the room. Even though it tore him apart, he walked his way back to the front door. He turned again just to take a quick glance at you as if expecting you to change your mind. When you didn’t even budge, didn’t even offer a single look at him, his demeanor faltered and he sauntered past the door managing to shut it behind him.

A sudden pang of excessive emotion allocated itself in your chest. So heavy it almost had you gasping. Cheeks wet with fresh tears and lips quivering, you were in such disarray not even a minute after he’d walked out the door. Even after so long, this is what you’d wanted. Him finally confessing how he felt about you, showing you the very emotions you so deeply felt for him.

You were unable to move as if glued to the spot near the sofa staring into space as cries wracked through your body. The man you thought you had stopped loving and had seemingly forgotten had just left and instead of feeling relief or a gust of calmness, you felt desolate. You were being forced to face the very reality that you didn’t just desire Sebastian, you were undoubtedly still in love with him. It didn’t matter that you’d been apart for so long, none of that mattered because what you felt for him was otherworldly.

And maybe you were the most ludicrous person in the world and maybe you deserved to get your heart broken many times again, but your feet dashed to the front door. You swiftly pulled it open, expecting to find the hallway empty. But Sebastian was still cemented there, back against the wall of the narrow hallway, with teary eyes. He pushed himself off the wall as your figure planted itself in front of him.

“Y/N.” He gently whispered your name. Frantic eyes meeting, both swollen and red, and his hands had moved to touch you in a desperate manner but they moved back as if scared you’d stalk back inside your apartment and leave him.

“When you walked out, I felt—I felt everything was closing in on me and this sudden rush of sadness washed over me. I don’t know why I feel this way about you, Sebastian. You know, maybe I’ll never be able to understand why after everything that’s happened between us we still have this strong connection. And I’m probably stupid for even contemplating this…”

Sebastian was holding onto every word you were uttering. Waiting for you to say the words he wanted to hear the most. He watched you pause, trying to gather your thoughts with your lip between your teeth.

“You get one chance, Sebastian. One chance and you better not fuck it up.”  You finally finished. Sebastian’s mouth had fallen agape first before a large smile began to form on his handsome face. He immediately moved his body to reach out to yours, but you backed away.

“Not so fast. We’re going to do things differently this time.” You pursed your lips. He was still beaming at you and you tried so hard to fight off the same expression from your face.

“I’m going to take you on a date. That’s the first thing I’m going to do.”

“What?”

“I’m going to do things differently this time, Y/N.” Sebastian was looking at you with gleaming eyes as if they were reserved just for you. His smile hadn’t faded away. 

“Tomorrow we’re going on our first date.”

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Good god this took me so long to write lol I feel like this is a horrible chapter! Next chapter will be the final one. Lee Bodecker is next on my list🥴

Thanks for reading y’all ♥️ 

@jeremyrennerfanxxxx123

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We are not just friends —22

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she’s brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

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Chris was sleeping when his phone began ringing on the nightstand, it was Sofia.

"Hey, Sof. Everything okay?" He asked, checking the time It was about 2 am.

"Hi, yeah—you were sleeping, were you?" She asked, feeling a tad sad about waking him up.

"Yeah, it's okay though, Don't worry about it." He said rubbing his eyes and turned around to lay on his side."What's up?"

"Oh, I just wanted to," She sighs over the phone. "Just, I'm sorry about yesterday—

"Sofi, it's okay—

"Let me, okay?" She interrupted him and went on. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made out with that guy-" She breathed in. "It was Ryan's home, I disrespected you in front of your friends, Scott. I acted like a damn mess. I shouldn't have come up to you at the party or your house, I'm so sorry Chris." She lamented over the phone and Chris was the one taking a deep breath.

"I think we both acted like fools last night, I said things that I shouldn't have said to you. I wanted to hurt you because I was hurt. God, I'm an asshole—" He groaned. "At Ryan's, at my house, that was just me trying to get a reaction out of you. I should be calling you to apologize."

Sofia chuckle and he heard her sniffle. "It's okay, are you mad at me?"

"No, there's no way that I'll be mad at you. Even if I was, it usually never lasts long." Chris smiles and she does too. "Are you mad at me?"

"Maybe a little," She quickly answered. "But I think I'm mostly jealous,"

"Jealous of who?" Chris asked, not catching what she meant.

"You know who," She whispered and Chris swore she could picture her shrugging and pouting, which made him smile a bit.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't purposefully trying to," He explained. "As I said, I was trying to get out a reaction."

She hummed about his response. "Well, you did. I wanted to slap the hair of your head."

Chris laughed, so did her. "That was hilarious,"

"Yeah, I get really funny when I'm drunk." Sofia rolled her eyes at her and stood up from the sofa. "Anyways, it's kinda late—"

"Yeah…" Chris agreed and bit his finger, he didn't particularly want her to hang up.

"Oh, uhm… Your mom called,"

"Did she?" Chris frowned sitting up on the bed, intrigued.

"Yeap, I'm teaching her and Scott to make Argentinian empanadas. On Friday…"

"That's nice, am I invited?," He smiled and Sofia laughed.

"It's your house, dude."

"Come on," He laughed again. "You want me there?"

Sofia kept quiet for a little while. "Of course I want you there."

—

"So, what happened?" Amanda asked as Sofia groaned beside her, they were walking around the block of Mandy's suburban house.

"I got drunk, we made out—God," Sofia said, feeling embarrassed. "we made each other jealous and then laughed about it last night on the phone."

"You had sex?"

"No, but we slept together and I was a bitch when I woke up."

"As usual, you never were a morning person." Amanda smiled as Sofia grabbed her arm and wrapped it around hers. "You can't keep going like this with him, Sof. You know that, don't you?"

"I know," She scratched her head and sighed deeply. "We stretched it too long, but I love him and I told him that."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, and I took it back—kinda,"

"You're such a bitch," Amanda pinches her on her arm, and Sofia squeaks.

"I never told anyone that I love them,"

"Not even Tiffany?"

"I thought that I loved her, but I know now that I never did. It was all manipulation and downright toxic shit around her narcissistic ass. God, if I was fucked up before Tiffany. She ruined relationships for me,"

"I know,"

"That's why I can't trust Chris because every time we broke up he's off with one of his exes. Tiffany did the same but with random girls not to the same extent as her." Sofia explained. "He goes off to LA, forget all about me here and suddenly when he's in Boston I'm all we ever wanted. I don't know, I—"

"Chris it's nothing like Tiffany, Sofia. Come on," Amanda told her. "And you guys broke up two times, one you broke up with him through text and you kept talking for a bit. You two got back together and he left you—

"He went back to Jenny both times, I didn't even have sex with anyone besides him since we started this."

"You were on a break."

"It doesn't matter and you sound like Ross Geller and he's the worst," Sofia said. "And he said he loves me, you don't go back with your ex if you love someone else." She almost whispered and looked at her friend. "Aren't you supposed to be on my side?"

"I'm always on your side, that's why I'm telling you this. Chris isn't perfect, he made mistakes but he never mistreated you, he never lied either."

"I know that I know…" Sofia nodded a few times as she watched the sun on the clear sky, closing her eyes. "Why is it so complicated?"

—

"How come you don't know how to drive?" Scott asked Sofia and she laughed. They were at his mother's kitchen, chopping some vegetables and chatting, waiting for Lisa to come back from the supermarket.

"Never owned a car before, I didn't see the point of learning and Uber exists now," She laughed and shrugged. "Besides your brother was my personal chauffeur every time he's in town." Sofia sasses him and Scott let out the loudest laugh because it was true.

"And yet, he says that hates driving around,"

"Oh yes, but he loved speeding and scaring the shit out of me," She laughed now and sighed. "And he just laughs grabbing his left titty… Or mine." Scott was screaming when Lisa and Chris walked in carrying a lot of bags.

"What are you two laughing about?" Lisa asked, smiling as Scott and Sofia shared a look and laughed again.

"What did you tell him?," Chris smiled and pointed a finger at Sofia, making them laugh again "Or what did you tell her?" He asked pointing the same finger but now at Scott.

"Nothing Mom, Apparently your son doesn't hate driving around that much," Scott shrugged and Sofia laughed.

"I hate driving around, what are you talking about?" Chris smiled, already knowing where that was coming from.

"Yeah, not for her," Scott said and Chris laughed as he unpacked the grocery from the bags and put it on the counter.

"Of course no, I love her and she used to let me touch her boob—" Chris explained and Sofia choked and Scott let out a screen mixed with laughter.

"Christofer!," Lisa laughed as she threw a whole package of toilet paper at him and they all laughed.

"Ma!" He shouted and laughed.

Sofía couldn't help but think that she loves this, moments like this. She loves them, she loves them all.

—

"Isn't this your wildest fantasy?," Scott asked his brother, as they sneakily watched their mother and Sofia cooking, laughing and day drinking wine.

"Shut up," Chris nudged him off, he was trying to hear what they were talking about. "This is wrong, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes," Scott quickly said and shook his head. "Are you trying to win her back?"

"Yes, I love her. I just wanna be with her,"

"Then go, be with her—be her friend again, Sofia is half way there men. She loves you, she really does."

"You talked to her?" Chris asked.

"I'm telling you nothing, that's between us." Scott said and Chris gave him a stern look.

"Yeah, but she's my girl—what she said?, does she love me back?, does she want me back?," Chris quickly tried to pry information out of his younger brother. Scott as a true friend, kept his mouth shut.

"I won't tell you shit."

"If you don't tell me, when we have another joint interview imma tell you crap yourself in the car." Chris muttered and Scott gasped.

"You wouldn't!,"

"Oh, brother. You wait," Chris said, shaking his head. Fast forward, he did talk about it on national television.

"What are you two whispering about, we can hear your cackling from here!" Lisa shouted as she nudged Sofia, making her laugh.

The brothers walked through the kitchen door, Scott umbothered and Chris was pretending to be unbothered, he might be an actor but his mother saw right through him, he was anxious.

Sofía smiled at him and he returned the smile back, hands on his pockets, looking adorable.

"Can we help?," Chris asked, walking up to her side. Sofia was putting some empanadas on a tray and placing them on the oven.

"We are mostly done," She answered looking around, the kitchen was a mess. "You guys could help clean."

"Ah,yes. I have this thing—ma, I need to talk to you." Scott said pointing out away from the kitchen and Lisa quickly followed.

"I'll be right back, honey" Lisa said to Sofia wiping her hands on a towel. "You help her," She said to Chris.

"Of course." Chris said, quickly putting himself to gather all the dirty things and place them on the sink. "You okay?" He asked, she seemed quiet as she started to do the dishes.

"Yeah, yeah—it's just," She said and looked at him, Chris was concerned because of the last time that they were together in this very same house. They broke up. "I talk with Lisa about what happen last time I was here,"

"Yeah, I told her something about that." Chris said, thinking that he fucked up on telling his mother for a second.

"I know, it's alright." She said and looked down. "She got it, what I feel at that time." Sofia went quiet for a moment and looked at Chris. "I wish I had talked to her that time, you know? Maybe we wouldn't be in this position right now."

"You think That?," He asked, wiping his hands. Eyes focused on her, Sofia nodded a few times as she rinsed a few plates.

"I don't know, maybe—if we ever talked about all the shit we have to talk about." She laughed and Chris snorted.

"So let's talk about it,"

"Right here?," She asked sarcastically. "in your mother's kitchen. Sure,"

"It doesn't have to be here, but I wanna have that talk. I want to sort things out between us," Chris said looking at her, honestly in his voice and Sofia didn't know what to do.

"Chris… I, I don't know. It's been months, there is so much crap between us." Sofia said playing with the towel and looking down.

"I don't want you out of my life, Sofia." Chris said and she looked at him. "I would hate that, I'll regret it all my life."

"I don't want that, I would hate it too." She whispered and turned around to rest her back on the counter and let out a sigh. "I miss you. Not gonna lie about that."

"I miss you too, all the time." He whispered and got close enough to cup her face as she leaned in his touch, closing her eyes. Chris took a deep breath and Sofia wrapped her arms around her torso, holding him tight, burning her face in his chest.

Chris kissed the top of her head and hummed, only for her to hear. "I love you."

"I know," She whispered and looked up, pouting with her eyes glossy.

"sweetheart," Chris said, kissing her face as she smiled at the touch, a sweet moment interrupted by a timer ringing to take out the food of the oven.

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[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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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

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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 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)

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Part 1

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

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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! 

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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)

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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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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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We are not just friends — Part 19

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she’s brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy.

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

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Sofía had definitely closed up, she became a recluse in her own apartment and the only thing she did was go to work and back. She felt mostly okay, she wasn't crying her eyes out or seeing a random photo of Chris and crying. 

She was hurt, deeply hurt but all she did was avoid thinking about him. This wasn't like the first time they broke up, this felt different. Like, this was it.

She loses one of her most precious friends and gains another failed relationship, another ex that probably will end up resenting her because they couldn't reach her and when she opens up she gets shot down. 

After Chris…

Sofia was sure that she was meant to be alone and she was mostly okay with it.

On the other hand, Christopher was devastated—he honestly thought she was the one, he felt it in his gut, his heart, his whole being made him feel that she was the one. She just kept pushing him away in all the ways that she could find and he took it, until he couldn't anymore and that alone made him feel like he was failing her, he didn't know how to help her and she won't let him. 

They were so far away from each other—it was exhausting and the fact that he had just started talking with Jenny again made him feel insecure about his relationship. 

But he love her with all his fucking heart that it hurt his whole body knowing that she might ever be able to love him back the way he does. 

"I miss him," Sofia said, putting her eyeliner on. She was going out as Amanda was very pregnant to even move. 

"He does too." She said rubbing her belly. "It's been, how much time now?," 

"Four months , so he's dating Jenny. That's what I heard…" Sofia tried not to get emotional about it but… Fuck. 

"Yeah, Luke told me about it… but it's  going anywhere and he knows. Not sure about her though." 

"He always gets back with all his exes. Got us on rotation, fucking idiot. He wants to commit but he can't actually commit with anyone. Then in the one with commitment issues," Sofia shook her head and let out a groan. "I love him, I swear to you I love him, he's a good friend but he's a terrible boyfriend."

"Right back at you," Amanda laughed and Sofia had to, because she was absolutely right about her too. 

"I don't go back with all my exes, though" 

"Mostly don't, Chris it's the exception." 

"Because I thought it was going to be okay for once." She made a face and began putting the make up back on her little make up bag. "I can't believe he's back with Jenny, she's funny and intelligent and great—but God, I don't fucking like her." Sofia said, throwing the make-up bag on her bag and pout. "I don't want to go out now. More because I know he's here in Boston and it's not leaving until next year and I'm seeing his brother today."

"You don't wanna run into him?," 

"Of course I wanna run into him, I miss him so much but I'm totally not over him yet." Sofia explained sitting on the toilet seat looking at Amanda that was leaning in the door frame. "I don't know if I'm ever going to be over Chris."

"I'm sad now, you're make me feel sad and my boy too—

"I'm sorry—

"Don't be, I'm feeling sad because I can't go out with you and drag Chris's name all over Boston even though he's great but he left you."

Sofia smiled looking down and felt Amanda's hand running through her hair and she sighed deeply. 

-

Sofía was vibing or at least trying, the place was comfy and she knew almost all the people that were there—witch where all of fucking Christopher closest friends and some random girls that the guys bring from somewhere.

Apparently he wasn't coming, which Sofia didn't know if she was actually relieved or not. 

"Jesus fucking christ." She murmured to herself tried of her own fucking mind noise. She stood up and walked to the little bar area and started pouring a drink, straight whiskey and downed it all and poured herself a second and then a third walking away with the drink on her hand.

He saw her first, saw her leaning on a wall, talking with some dude —younger than her, brunette and with a fucking man bun, he was built, lean and tall. She laughed, at whatever fucking thing he said she laughed and looked at him with the little fucking straw on her lips. Oh, boy he was mad. 

Chris rubbed his face and went about to hang up with his friends and mingle a little bit. But he couldn't stop looking at their direction every fucking second. 

"They sure look cozy," Luke said and Chris looked at him. "Did you talk to her yet?" 

"I can't talk to her, man." Chris muttered and downed the warm beer on his hand and his friend handed him another. "What I'm supposed to say?, hey, long time remember when I dump you because I'm a fucking imbecile and i cant fucking wait." He said dropping sarcasm on every word. 

"That's a good opening," Luke laughed and Chris just stared at him, murdering eyes directed at his very own best friend. 

"Who the fuck is that?" he asked referring to the guy she was talking with. 

"A friend of Ryan's cousin." 

Chris made a face and rolled his eyes. "The fuck he doing here?" 

"It's Ryan's house, dude," Luke said and was a little amazed at Chris, he definitely hasn't seen him like this in a really long long time. "Man. .." Luke said, kind of amazed. "You're still head over heels in love with her, don't you?" 

"I wonder what gave it away," Chris said, drinking his beer and rubbing his face. "imma talk to her,"

"Ah—don't think it's-uh," Luke was looking at them and saw them share a kiss, it was quick and he kinda went for it. 

"What?," Chris said turning around and saw them just breaking the kiss and that's the moment Sofia saw him. 

And her stomach dropped, her whole ass body dropped—

"Oh, woow. Are you okay?," Alex, asked her when her knees buckled and he caught her. 

"Ah, yeah, yes. Just," She smiled at him and looked at her empty glass. "Little drunk, imma get more—" Sofia made an attempt to leave but Alex, bless his fucking kind heart, offered her to get her those drinks and something to eat. 

As soon he leaves that was a cue to Chris, who literally strutted to the wall she was leaning and Slfia just… started.

"Hi," He said, hands on his pockets as Sofia kept looking at him. "How-how are you?" 

Sofoa kept quiet and simply walked away from him, ahe couldn't possibly do the whole small talk bullshit they alwaus did and it emeded up al fucking badly. Chris looked at her go and he was the one that stormed after her. 

"Sofia, come on," Chris said and walked besides her. "Sof, it's going to be like this?" 

"I can't talk with you Chris, like…" She sighed and sat down on a bench, they weren't completely away from the people and there were some girls sitting on a couch messing around with their phones and minding their business.

"Why not?," He asked, looking at her. He just wanted to reach out and hug her, he missed her. 

Sofía finally looked up at him and asked him, "How's things with Jenny?," Chris looked away and rubbed his beard and stayed quiet at her question for a moment. 

"We're not together anymore," He said and Sofia made a face and sigh. "What about you?" 

"What about me?" 

"Are you seeing someone?" He asked looking at the bar where the dude was talking with Ryan, probably giving him the talk. 

"Look, Sofia is off limits."

"What?, why? She told me she's single." Alex asked and looked back at where she was supposed to be and found Chris looking back at him with that death stare he did when he was annoyed. 

"Yes, she is. But it's also Chris ex and they still didn't figure it out and he's my friend, so kid. Off limits," 

"Do you care,?" She asked, sassy. 

"If I didn't I wouldn't be asking, wouldn't I?," He asked right back at her, also sassy. 

"Last time I tried that, it didn't go well," Sofia said, rolling her eyes at him. "And the one before that, worse." She said at their obvious relationship and Chris just grunted. But couldn't blame her, it was a mess… 

"Yeah," He murmured and dug into his pockets and fished out a packet of cigarettes. "want one?" He offered her and she took it. 

"Thanks, we should smoke outside though." Sofia said walking out to the backyard where the other guys were doing the grilling. 

They waved at them but kept their distance, not Scott though because it was Scott. 

"So…" He said walking up to them and putting a hand on each shoulder. "You two are actually talking," 

"Not really," Sofia rolled her eyes and Chris grunted again. 

"Sof," He said, putting those little blue eyes to work on him and it worked, of course it will work. 

"Okay, okay…" She agreed and lit up the cigarette giving Chris a look. Thinking that the moment she found him unattractive was when she stopped looking at men all together and dedicated herself to pussy forever. 

He was so fucking attractive, jesus fuck. 

"Either way, is there a point here?," She asked looking at both of them. "We're good, I guess," She shrugged. 

"Are we really good?," Chris asked. 

"I don't know, you left me." Sofia took a drag and Scott made a face.

"And that's my cue to leave, I love you both." He said and Sofia laughed. 

"And I do too." She wink at him and Chris was staring at her, waiting for Scott to leave. 

"I shouldn't have done that—

"Chris, don't." She waves a hand at him. "You seriously need a new woman on your life, this thing about getting back with all your exes ia getting old as fuck."

"Ouch," He said and actually smile and so did she. "I do miss you, you know that." 

"I miss you too, come on. We were really good friends for a moment there," 

"Yeah," He smiled and bit his bottom lip, shaking his head. "We fucked up, don't we?" 

"Yeah, and I told you so."

"You did. Guess I didn't listen," 

"You never listen, stubborn Gemini man." She said punching him on the arm. 

"Yeah, you're right but I don't regret it though."

"Me neither," She smiled and sigh, just thinking for a moment. "So, there's a wedding coming?" 

"You mean ours?," He joked and Sofia barked a laugh. 

"I mean our better halves, idiot. Besides, we will be divorced in the first four months."

"What?, come on I gave us at least… a year," Chris saif and Sofia made a face, disagreeing. 

"Six months, tops." She said and put her hand on his month. "The thought of me being a wife, ew."

Chris laughed out loud. "You look pretty in white," 

"I look pretty in everything because I'm pretty," She rolled her eyes with a smile. "But, jokes aside. Do you see yourself married?" 

"I like the idea of marriage but… Honestly, I don't know."

"I preferred to have a kid before marriage, it's just a fucking paper in the end. You can divorce, I think I'll know when I have a kid, if I have a kid."

"We never had this talk before," Chris said and pointed at a little bench for them to sit. "About us," 

"Did you think about it?" Sofia asked as she sat down beside him. Chris was holding his beer between his legs and looking forward. 

"Yeah, I mean…" He looked at her. "I have never been this in love with someone like I am with you, so yeah. I did, a couple of times actually."

Sofia was dumbfounded at what he said, and she did toyed with the idea a couple of times… 

"I almost propose to you, actually…" He laughed and Sofias head snapped so hard to look at him. "After you met my mom, I bought that ring you liked. I thought that maybe someday…" He shrugged and Sofia's eyes watered up and just stared forward. 

"Chris, I…" She whispered and he looked at her. 

"What's wrong?," He asked, frowning. 

"What's wrong!?," She said, wiping her tears. "Dude, are you hearing what you are saying to me?."

Chris realized it at that moment, what he did. Bomb after bomb he just dropped on her. 

"Sorry, I got carried away." He muttered slouching on the bench and drank the rest of his beer. 

"You'll find someone, Chris…" Sofia said in a small voice. 

"Already found her," He muttered and stood up and walked away. 

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We are not just friends — Part 20

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she’s brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues both of them, my girl Sofia kinda messy.

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Sofía opened up her eyes because there was so much fucking sun on the bedroom, as soon she opened one eye she knew. She knew she fucked up when she realized it was Chris's bedroom and his fucking thing about sleeping without curtains. 

She turned around on the bed and indeed, he was there, sleeping as an oak. On his belly, one hand under the pillow and looking peaceful as he can be. 

She sighed and looked under the covet, not naked but she wasn't on her clothes, one of Chris's shirts and some basketball shorts, real sexy. 

"I need to get the fuck out." She whispered to herself and stood from the bed, as quietly as she could and tipped toe out of the room just to be received by Dodger, jumping and barking because he was happy to see her. 

"Oh God, I love you but shut up baby," She tried to sush the doggo by rubbing his face but Dodger wasn't having it. She cursed under her breath as she heard Chris moving on the bed and beeline to the living room to grab her things. She only wanted her phone to get the fuck out because she was remembering the shit she pulled last night on her fucking alcohol mania episode. 

"Morning," Chris said, walking up on her throwing the sofa pillow to the side as she was looking for her phone. 

"Have you seen my phone!?," She asked without even looking at him. Chris hummed and walked past her to the kitchen, where he left it charging before sleeping. It's started to ring on Chris's hands. 

"It's Ron, " He said, showing her the phone and Sofia grabbed the phone from his hands and started talking business right there, hangover as she could possibly be and her ex boyfriend watching her pacing in the living room with an amuse smile on his face. 

"Ron, hold on a second," She said on the phone and put it on mute. "Where's my shit?" Sofia asked Chris and he pointed at the other sofa and indeed her clothes were there. "Thanks," She muttered and went there and started talking with Ron again, ignoring Chris as much she could. "Yeah, okay. Look, we will figure it out, I'll be there as soon as I can." she said and hung up. 

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking how she was quickly getting dressed. 

"No," She muttered and took off the shirt and put on hers. "Look, whatever happened last night I was drunk," 

"I know, don't worry—

"It won't happen again," She said and sigh. "Thanks for not leaving me alone, I was pretty fucked up."

"Sof, it's okay…" He said and gave her a side smile. "Want breakfast?" 

"I can't, I have to go—work and stuff," She looked down and put on her shoes. "Thanks." 

Sofia took a step forward, wanting to say something or at least hug him but she decided against it. "I'm just—" She pointed at the door and started walking towards it. "Yes, bye thanks."

"Bye," Chris said, watching her go and rubbed his face, signing. "Jesus Christ."

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Sofía was literally screaming while she was taking shower, memories flooding her mind of the things she did last night. 

After Chris told her that, all that she had left to do is either cry or get fucked up. She chooses the second and proceeds to drink all she can. 

"Okay, what happened?" Scott asked once Chris reunited with them by the grill, grabbing a cold beer. 

"Nothing, we just… Talk." He shrugged. "I don't know, men. It's so complicated between us. I don't wanna lose her by any means but," He shook his head. "We both stupid around each other."

Sofia was again by the little bar and Alex was there, still talking with Ryan. 

"Hey," She said with a smile, he did too. "sorry about that, you still got that drink?" 

"Yeah, yeah. Beer it's good?," He asked and she shook her head. 

"Let's try something stronger, shall we?," She said and pointed at the vodka, Alex chuckled and went for it. 

And they did, a lot of shots later they were still chatting and chasing down the vodka with some beer. She was drunk as she could be, all inhibitions were out of the window and Chris was staring at her like a hawk the whole time.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" She asked, giving him a look and Alex laughed. 

"God, yes," He said, biting his lip and looking her up and down. "But I gotta be straight with you," 

"Alright, shoot."

"I was told you're off limits so I can't mess with you," 

"Excuse me?" She said surprised at what he just said and instinctively looked at the crowd outside and saw Chris looking at them, beer in one hand as he smoked with the other. 

"Yeah, you're Chris Evans ex and he's here… Boston ita a pit stop for me and I want to be an actor, if you know what I mean—

"Oh my God," She rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed grunt.

"Believe me, I would absolutely love to rail that ass you got but he's an A lister, think of the connections he—

"Just shut the fuck out." She wave a hand at his direction and grabbed the vodka, taking a sip and bee line to Chris not fucking caring at all about making a scene. 

"Excuse me," She said walking between the little circle of friends around Chris and all of them went quiet, knowing that was about to go down. "You," She said pointing at Chris and he looked at her, giving his beer a chug. 

"Yes, Sof?" 

Sofia scoffed and had to take a swing at her vodka, straight out of the bottle. She literally don't give a fuck anymore.

"Don't yes Sof me. What the fuck are you doing?" she muttered and Chris frown.

"What are you talking—

"oh, don't you pull what you are talking about, bitch. You know, what the fuck I'm talking about." She said with an accusatory finger pressed to his chest. 

All the guys ohh at them and Sofia had to laugh because she went for it, she was mad but not that mad. 

"Baby," Chris said, smiling and grabbed her by the hand. "Come on." he led her again to the side of the house where it was somehow private. 

"Not your baby, you dumped me." She reminds him again as he leads the way to talk, again. 

"And I told you I'm an asshole, what are you talking about?",

"You're cockblocking me with your fame." She explained with a pout and Chris had to chuckle. "Why are you laughing? This is-is bad. Like—

"Why is it bad?" he asked, drinking his beer, still smiling. "I Don't want to see some other asshole kissing you."

Sofia had to blink four times, slowly as her drunk brain tried to process. Was that… Christopher… Jealous? 

"Oh, my Dios mio. You—Christopher. The audacity, oh-" She was throwing her hands on the air and ranting in Spanish at him. "Boy, imma throw hands at you right now. I swear to God almighty I want to slap the shit out of you." Sofia pointed her finger at him and let out a scream with both hands on her mouth. 

"At least I'm saying what the fuck I want."

"Well, I don't want to see you getting back with all your fucking exes right on my fucking face." She rubbed her face messing up her eyeliner because she was feeling anger, frustration and honestly a little aroused at him behind fucking toxic because she was used to that and bring her some twisted type of comfort and validation. 

"That includes you?" He asked and leaned on the wall right beside her and Sofia turned around so fast that she tripped on her own two feet. Chris pulled her into his body, right between his legs and held her there. He tossed his beer on the ground and put both hands on her hips. He's drunk, he has to be drunk. She thought for a moment as she just…let him… touch her. 

"God, fuck you." She said pressing her lips onto his mouth, he kissed her back with no hesitation. 

"You didn't answer my question." He said pulling back and Sofia rolled her eyes at him and tried to pull away but Chris grabbed her by her neck and pulled her in again, Sofia let out a subtle moan and curse. 

"Fuck," She breath out, closing her eyes as Chris pressed her lips against her jaw, nipping and kissing. 

"And?" 

"I'm answering you shit." Sofia whispered and grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him again. Chris grabbed her ass and pulled her up, Sofia wrapped her legs around his hips and Chris turned around and pressed her against the wall, she forgot everything for a moment and it felt exquisite. 

Kissing him, feeling him against her skin, his perfume, the softness of his hair between her fingers and the roughness of his hands on her body. 

"God, I love you," She muttered as he nipped her neck and Chris stopped right away to look at her, making Sofia open her eyes and find him looking at her, serious. "What?," She asked, leaning. "Kiss me." She murmured against his lips but Chris didn't respond. 

"You meant it?" He asked and Sofia stared at him. 

"What?" She asked avoiding his eyes and lean on again but he pushed her away. 

"Do you love me?" He asked and Sofia let out a sigh. 

"There's no point. We're never getting back together," She now pushed him away, untangled her legs around him and tried to walk away but her legs gave up as soon she hit the floor.