#he didn’t start dating her to be chris’s mom he said he wanted to keep dating her even though chris got mad about it 😭😭

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need to make an eddieana dispelling myths post because i do feel like the things people totally made up about this relationship are the basis for so much bad eddie meta. which is crazy because she had 8 total appearances across their romantic relationship and i don’t even think she said a word in at least 2 of them

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FOREVER NOW | CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO

You and Chris have been tied together by an invisible string ever since you met at 10. As you grew older, Chris became your safe place. He was always there, unknowingly shaping himself into the person you’d eventually fall in love with. By the time you were 18, you had become each other’s first everything- first kiss, first love, first promise that neither of you could ever belong to anyone else the way you belonged to each other. And now, standing in the bathroom with ten pregnancy tests lined up on the counter, that promise felt heavier than ever.

story warnings: fluff, smut, creampie, heavy breeding kink, pregnancy, established relationship, etc… if any of these topics upset you… don’t read!

word count: 6k

a/n: thank you so much for 1k followers!! i love you all so much!!

The rain taps gently against the window. Your shared apartment is dimly lit, warm, filled with the faint trace of Chris’s cologne- the kind of smell that feels like home, like safety.

Chris is beside you on the couch, one arm draped lazily over your legs, his other hand scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. The TV plays some old movie in the background, half-forgotten.

Your fingers trace small circles on his forearm, the soft fabric of his hoodie warmed by his skin. He hums in contentment, shifting just enough to glance at you.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” he asks, voice soft, familiar.

You smile, but your mind is elsewhere, caught in the years before this moment. Because this love didn’t start here.

It started long before.

FIFTH GRADE.

You met Chris at ten years old, standing awkwardly in the doorway of your parents’ friend’s house.

“This is Chris,” your mom said, nudging you forward.

He had messy brown hair, an oversized hoodie, and a smile that made you think he probably got in trouble at school a lot.

He gave you a shy nod. “Hi.”

You stared for a moment, then mumbled, “Hi.”

The adults left you alone, and somehow, within an hour, you were arguing over who could beat who in Bedwars. By the time your parents came back, you were already thick as thieves, plotting some grand scheme to get extra dessert at dinner.

From that day on you couldn’t remember a memory that he wasn’t in.

EIGHTH GRADE

You learned that heartbreak could come before high school.

There was a boy- your first real crush. He was charming, sweet, made you feel special. Until, suddenly, he didn’t.

You found out from a friend that he had been texting someone else the entire time. That everything he said to you, he said to her too.

Chris found you at the park that night, sitting on the swings, kicking at the dirt, trying not to cry.

He sat next to you without a word. Just there. Present. Until you were ready.

“I really liked him,” you admitted eventually, voice small.

Chris scoffed. “Yeah, well, he’s an idiot.”

You sniffled, glancing at him. “You think?”

Chris nodded firmly. “Obviously. He had you and still wanted someone else? That’s just stupid.”

Something about the way he said it, so certain, made your heart feel just a little lighter.

You didn’t know it then, but that was the first time Chris made you feel like you were worth more than the people who hurt you.

It wouldn’t be the last.

JUNIOR YEAR.

Prom was supposed to be perfect.

Instead, your date cheated. Chris’s date bailed.

And somehow, you ended up at prom together- dressed up, but ditching the actual dance for a late-night drive, fast food in hand, sitting on the hood of his car in the school parking lot.

“You think we’re cursed?” you joked, pulling a fry from the bag.

Chris smirked, leaning back on his palms. “Or maybe we just keep picking the wrong people.”

You glanced at him then- at the way the Boston lights reflected in his eyes, at the way he always showed up when no one else did.

For a moment, you almost said something. Almost realized something.

But instead, you just smiled. “Guess we’re each other’s backup plan now, huh?”

Chris had looked down at his feet and let out an almost sad sounding chuckle, “Guess so.”

But he didn’t feel like a backup plan.

Not even then.

SENIOR YEAR.

It wasn’t sudden.

It wasn’t a grand, dramatic moment where everything clicked into place.

It was gradual. Like the slow rising of the sun, creeping into your life until one day, you realized- he had always been the light.

Chris had always been there. Through every heartbreak, through every bad decision, through every night spent crying over people who didn’t deserve you.

And then one day, you just knew.

It was late, past midnight, the two of you lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing about something dumb, something unimportant. And then the laughter faded, and suddenly, the air felt different.

Chris was looking at you. Really looking at you.

And for the first time, you didn’t look away.

Your heartbeat quickened. You swallowed.

“Chris.”

He shifted, his fingers barely brushing against yours between the sheets. “Yeah?”

You took a breath.

“I- I think it’s always been you.”

Silence.

His breath hitched, but his fingers curled around yours, holding tight.

“I-” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “God, I was scared to say it first.”

Your chest ached, but for the first time, it wasn’t painful. It was full.

You smiled, biting your lip. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, eyes soft, full of something you had been searching for in everyone else but only ever found in him.

And then he kissed you.

And everything made sense.

Back in the apartment, Chris shifts beside you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re thinking too much again,” he murmurs.

You shake your head, smiling softly. “Just remembering.”

He hums. “Good memories?”

“The best.”

Chris tilts his head, studying you. “Wanna share?”

You turn to face him, meeting the gaze of the boy who had always been there, who had never let you go.

The rain outside is still steady and you let your head rest against his chest again, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Safe. Home.

“You ever think about soulmates?” you ask, voice quiet but certain.

Chris smirks, locking his phone and setting it aside. “Yeah.”

You lift a brow, tilting your head to look up at him. “Oh really? Always been me?”

He chuckles, low and warm, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaning back against the couch. “Yes, my love. Always been you.”

Your heart swells. Even after all these years, hearing it still makes something in your chest ache in the best way.

Chris shifts, pulling you even closer, wrapping his arms around you completely, tucking your head under his chin. You sigh against his hoodie, breathing him in, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his thigh.

For a while, you just exist like that- wrapped up in each other, listening to the rain, the outside world feeling so far away.

Then Chris hums. “What do you wanna do for dinner?”

You tilt your head, thinking. “What about some PF Chang’s?”

His face lights up. “That sounds incredible.”

You grin, watching as he grabs his phone and pulls up DoorDash, immediately placing the order without hesitation. Because it’s the city, and neither of you want to go out in the rain when food can be delivered straight to your door.

When the food arrives, you both sit on the couch, containers spread out on the coffee table. You grab a pair of chopsticks, but Chris, like always, opts for a fork, shooting you a smug look like he’s superior for it.

“You’re so uncultured,” you tease, grabbing a dumpling.

Chris snorts. “I just don’t like fighting for my food.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it- just warmth, just love.

As you eat, the conversation shifts to your future, like it always does.

“What about baby names?” Chris muses, stealing a bite of your lo mein like it’s his. “What do you like?”

You smirk. “You planning on knocking me up tonight or something?”

Chris smirks. “Definitely planning on fuckin’ you but, getting you pregnant? We’ll see.”

You shrug nonchalantly, picking up a garlic noodle with your chopstick. “I still want you to cum inside me tonight regardless.”

He chokes on his food, coughing as he glares at you. “Jesus, give me a warning before you say stuff like that. I’m gonna get hard.”

You laugh, nudging his shoulder. “I’m serious, though. You ever think about it? Baby names, becoming parents, getting me pregnant…?

Chris swallows, setting his container down before shifting to look at you fully. His expression softens, thoughtful. “Yeah,” he admits. “I have.”

You raise a brow. “And?”

He smirks. “You first.”

You sigh dramatically, leaning back into the couch, pretending to think. “I like the name Owen for a boy,” you say eventually. “And maybe Elliot for a girl. Her nickname would be Ellie”

Chris nods. “Owen? That’s my middle name. But Ellie is really cute. I like that.”

“Yeah, goof. It would be named after you, handsome. But what about you?”

He leans forward, resting his chin in his hand as he blushes softly. “I’ve always liked the name Weston for a boy,” he says, glancing at you. “And for a girl… maybe Aria.”

You smile. “Aria is cute.”

Chris nudges you. “So, our kid’s name is either Owen, Ellie, Weston, or Aria. Got it.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart swells anyway. “I can’t imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

Chris grins, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “No rush,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your shoulder. “We’ve got time.”

You melt into him, fingers threading through his hair.

“Okay, more future talk,” he says after a moment. “Houses. Where do we end up?”

You hum. “Do you wanna stay in Boston?”

Chris tilts his head. “I like Boston, but I wouldn’t mind somewhere quieter. Maybe something coastal? A place where we can sit on the porch and watch the sunrise. What about my family's cape house?”

You smile. “That sounds perfect.”

Chris grins, tapping his fingers lightly against your back. “Can you imagine being as a full time suburban dad?”

You snicker. “Hard to imagine you giving up city life and inheriting Matt’s minivan to truck our kids around.”

Chris groans. “Please never let me get that goddamn minivan.”

You laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Deal.”

The remnants of dinner are still scattered across the coffee table- half-empty takeout containers, crumpled napkins, chopsticks resting haphazardly in cartons, four empty pepsi cans. Chris groans, stretching his arms before nudging you with his knee.

“You ready to clean this up?” he asks, though he doesn’t look like he wants to move any more than you do.

You sigh dramatically, leaning back against the couch. “Or… we could just leave it here and deal with it in the morning.”

Chris snorts. “No way. You hate waking up to a mess.”

You grumble, knowing he’s right. “Fine. But you’re taking out the trash.”

“Deal.”

The two of you move in sync, cleaning up without much thought- him stacking the containers, you wiping down the table. Domesticity has always been easy with Chris, effortless in a way that feels like breathing. It’s not something you ever have to think about; it just is.

Once the apartment is back in order, you stretch, letting out a soft yawn.

Chris grins, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing his chin against your shoulder. “Bed?”

“Yes.”

You slip into the bathroom while Chris grabs water for both of you. The space is warm, the soft yellow glow of the vanity lights reflecting off the marble. You change into one of your favorite comfy outfits- an oversized, faded navy sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder, exposing the thin strap of your lace bralette underneath, paired with soft gray Calvin Klein boyshorts that hug your hips just right.

The fabric of the sweatshirt nearly swallows you, the hem brushing the tops of your thighs, the sleeves hanging just past your wrists. It smells like detergent, a little like Chris, a little like the home you’ve built together.

By the time you start brushing your teeth, Chris enters, setting the water bottles on the counter before glancing at you in the mirror.

His eyes darken immediately, lips parting slightly as he takes you in- the way the sweatshirt slips off your shoulder, the way your shorts sit snug on your curves.

“You trying to kill me, baby?” he mutters, voice thick.

You smirk around your toothbrush. “I just put on something comfortable.”

Chris shakes his head, stepping closer behind you, his hands skimming the edge of the sweatshirt before resting low on your hips. “Yeah? This is comfortable?”

You nod, watching his gaze flick between your reflection and the way his hands trace slow, deliberate circles against your skin.

You fumble your phone, and it slips from the counter, landing with a soft thud on the floor.

You sigh through your toothbrush, bending over to grab it.

And that’s when you hear it.

A sharp inhale. The softest curse under Chris’s breath.

“Fuck, baby.”

Before you can straighten, his hands slide over your hips, firm but reverent. One palm presses against the small of your back, the other smoothing over your ass, fingers flexing as if he can’t help himself.

You swallow hard, heat creeping up your spine as you grip the sink for balance.

Chris leans in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “You still up for that promise, baby?” His voice is low, gravelly, dripping with want.

Your breath hitches. “What promise?” you ask, playing coy.

Chris chuckles, dark and knowing, his fingers pressing a little more insistently into your skin. “The one where you let me cum inside you.”

Your heart pounds, the weight of his words sending a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze in the mirror, and the heat in his eyes makes your knees weak.

Chris smirks, running his hands up your sides before spinning you to face him fully. His fingers slide under the hem of your sweatshirt, gripping your waist as he pulls you closer.

“You still want that?” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over yours.

Your answer is immediate.

“Yes.”

Chris’s smirk deepens, satisfaction flickering in his darkened gaze. His grip tightens just enough to make you shiver, his fingertips pressing into your skin like he wants to leave his mark there.

“Yeah?” His voice is low, teasing, as he drags his hands over your hips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles. “You want me to fill you up, make sure you feel me long after, huh?”

You swallow, pulse hammering against your ribs. There’s no hesitation when you nod, your breath hitching as his lips graze yours- featherlight, just enough to tease.

Chris hums, his hands sliding lower, squeezing your ass before lifting you onto the counter with ease. His body slots between your legs, firm and unyielding. He keeps you there, locked in place, his forehead resting against yours.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough with want.

Your fingers tangle in his hoodie, pulling him impossibly closer, your legs tightening around his waist.

“I want it, Chris,” you whisper, lips barely brushing his. “I want you to cum inside me.”

A sharp inhale from him, and then his mouth crashes onto yours, all heat and hunger. His fingers slide under your sweatshirt again, this time with purpose, exploring, claiming.

“Shit, baby,” he groans against your lips, his hands pushing higher, tugging at your clothes.

He doesn’t waste another second. His hands slip beneath your thighs, gripping firmly as he lifts you off the counter with effortless strength. Your arms loop around his neck instinctively, your breath coming in short, heated bursts as he carries you through the dimly lit apartment.

The air between you is thick, charged, every step he takes toward the bedroom making your anticipation coil tighter. His lips find your jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat as he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot.

By the time he lays you down on the bed, your body is already burning for him. Chris hovers over you, his hands planted on either side of your head, his darkened blue eyes devouring every inch of you.

“Been wanting to do this all night,” he murmurs, fingers dipping under the hem of your sweatshirt again, this time pushing it up with agonizing slowness. “Take my time with you.”

Your stomach tightens as he peels the fabric over your head, tossing it aside carelessly. His gaze drinks you in, lingering on your bare skin, the way your chest rises and falls beneath him.

“Ma,” he breathes, his hands already roaming again, thumbs brushing over your sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You reach for his hoodie, fingers curling around the hem as you tug. “Then take this off,” you whisper, your voice breathless, needy.

Chris smirks but obliges, pulling it over his head and letting it drop to the floor. His toned chest and arms are bare now, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows over the ridges of his muscles.

Your hands roam over his skin, tracing along his collarbones and his happy trail. He watches you with dark, hooded eyes, his breathing heavy as he slides his hands down your body, toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“These too,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, as he hooks his fingers into them, dragging them down your legs inch by inch. The sensation sends a shiver through you, every inch of your exposed skin burning under his touch.

Once your shorts are gone, Chris kneels at the edge of the bed, his hands smoothing over your thighs as he leans down, pressing slow, lingering kisses to your soft and wet cunt. His lips trail higher towards your clit, teasing, making your breath hitch.

Then, just when you think you might combust, he pulls back, standing to his full height.

Your eyes lock onto his as he unbuttons his jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly. He doesn’t look away- not as he pushes them past his hips, not as they fall to the floor, leaving him in just his boxers, the evidence of his desire straining against the fabric.

“Your turn,” you whisper, eyes flicking to the last piece of clothing between you.

Chris smirks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and pushing them down.

Chris lets his boxers drop to the floor, kicking them aside before crawling back over you, his body warm and solid against yours. His hands find your thighs, spreading them wider as he settles between them, his weight pressing into you in a way that makes your breath hitch.

“Yeahhhh,” he murmurs, dragging his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. “You’re so fucking perfect. Every single inch of you.” His hands roam your body like he’s memorizing you all over again, tracing over your curves, his thumbs brushing against your hip bones.

You shudder under his touch, gripping onto his shoulders, needing something to anchor you. Chris smirks against your skin, his lips pressing sloppy kisses over your collarbone, then lower, taking his time.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” he whispers, his breath hot against your peaked nipples. “Never get tired of touching you, tasting you… fucking filling you up.”

Your breath stutters, heat pooling low in your stomach at his words. His hands slide down, gripping your hips firmly, fingers pressing possessively into your skin.

“You love that, don’t you?” he murmurs, tilting his head to watch your reaction. “Love knowing I wanna fill you up every time. Keep you like this-” he grinds his hips against you, slow and deliberate, making you gasp. “So full of me.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders, and Chris groans, rolling his hips again, teasing you, making your body arch into his.

“Say it,” he demands, his voice rough, edged with need. “Tell me you want it, baby.”

Your head tilts back against the pillows, a whimper slipping from your lips. “I want it, Chris,” you breathe, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Want you to fill me up.”

Chris growls low in his throat, his hands gripping your thighs, his lips ghosting over yours. “Fuck, you drive me crazy,” he murmurs. “You know that? The way you say it… the way you look at me like that. I swear, I could spend every fucking day buried inside you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, your body tightening in anticipation. His fingers trail down, teasing, testing your patience.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks, voice thick, teasing as his eyes flick up to meet yours. “You want it that bad?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands fisting in the sheets. “I need you, Chris.”

Chris groans, pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips, slow and deep, before pulling back just enough to line himself up, swiping his cock a few times through your built up arousal. His gaze locks onto yours, intense, unwavering.

“Then take it,” he murmurs. “Take all of me.”

Chris doesn’t hold back. He pushes in slowly at first, savoring the way your body reacts to him, how you gasp and clutch at his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist. His jaw clenches as he watches you, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with need.

“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his forehead against yours. “You feel so good, baby. Always so fucking perfect for me.”

Your breath stutters, your nails dragging down his back as he sinks deeper, filling you inch by inch. The stretch is delicious, a slow burn that makes your head spin, and Chris eats up every little sound you make, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. He leans back just enough to watch your expression, his hands roaming over your tits and cupping them, mapping every inch of you. “You take me so fucking well. Every time.”

Your head tilts back, a moan slipping from your lips as he rolls his hips, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Chris groans at the feeling, his fingers pressing into your skin like he never wants to let go.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathes, kissing along your jaw, down to your throat. “Let me in- let me fill you up just the way you need.”

His pace quickens just a little, his control hanging by a thread as he watches you come undone beneath him. Every thrust pushes him deeper, making you gasp, your body arching into his.

“God, you’re perfect,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. “So fucking tight, so warm- like you were made for me.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, your lips parting in a desperate gasp as he hits the perfect spot inside you. Chris feels it, sees the way your body responds, and it makes something primal snap inside him.

“That’s the spot, huh?” he murmurs, a smirk playing at his lips even as his own breath is ragged. “Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna let me fill you up like you need?”

“Chris,” you whimper, your body tightening around him, heat coiling low in your stomach.

“Say it,” he growls, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you need me to cum inside you.”

Your back arches, pleasure crashing over you in waves as your orgasm hits and you squeeze him impossibly tight. “I need it- I need you to fill me up, Chris. So bad.”

He groans, his grip on you tightening as he thrusts harder, deeper, chasing his release. “F- fuck, baby, I’m gonna- ” His breath shudders, his movements getting sloppier as he buries himself as deep as he can, his body tensing.

A guttural moan tears from his lips as he spills inside you, holding you tight, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. His breathing is heavy, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of it, and he presses lazy kisses against your skin as he comes down.

“Shit,” he breathes, his arms wrapping around you, keeping you flush against him. “I swear, I’ll never get tired of this. Never get tired of you.”

You let out a soft, breathless laugh, running your fingers through his hair, still coming down from your own high.

Chris doesn’t move for a moment, still catching his breath, his body heavy and warm against yours. But then, as if something clicks in his mind, he shifts, gripping your hips with both hands.

Without warning, he pushes your hips up, angling them just enough to keep every drop of his cum inside you. You whimper at the sudden movement, your body still sensitive, your legs trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Chris- fuck.” you murmur, a dazed little laugh slipping from your lips, “what are you doing?”

His fingers press into your skin, his grip firm, possessive. His darkened blue eyes flick down to where you’re still connected, then back up to your face, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Making sure it stays,” he murmurs, voice rough, teasing but laced with something deeper, something almost primal.

Your breath catches. “I thought you didn’t want me to get pregnant.”

Chris doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he leans down, pressing kisses along your jaw, down the curve of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, his lips lingering, his hands still keeping your hips in place.

“I never said that,” he finally murmurs, his voice husky, “maybe I like the idea more than I let on.”

Your heart stutters. Heat blooms in your chest, pooling low in your stomach again despite how spent you already are. Chris tilts his head, watching your reaction closely, his smirk deepening as he sees the way his words affect you.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby,” he teases, pressing another kiss to your collarbone. “You’re the one who begged me to cum inside you.”

Your breath hitches. “Yeah, but I didn’t think you actually wanted-”

Chris cuts you off with a slow roll of his hips, just enough to remind you he’s still inside you, still keeping everything right where he wants it. You gasp, your fingers gripping his arms.

“Don’t act so surprised,” he murmurs. “You know how fucking good it feels. How right it feels.” His lips graze your ear. “Tell me you don’t love it.”

You swallow hard, your pulse hammering. “I do,” you whisper.

Chris smirks against your skin, his hands tightening on your hips. “That’s my girl,” he breathes. “And who knows… maybe one day, I won’t just be filling you up for fun. Maybe one of these days I’ll fuck a baby into you.”

Your stomach flips, your whole body flushing at his words. Chris just chuckles, his expression dark and full of satisfaction as he kisses you again- slow, deep, claiming.

“But for now,” he murmurs, letting his weight settle over you again, his hands still holding you in place, “we’ll just make sure it sticks.”

Chris finally releases his hold on your hips, letting you relax into the mattress, though he doesn’t pull away just yet. He presses a few lingering kisses against your shoulder, his hands smoothing over your sides as he breathes you in.

“You good?” he murmurs, his voice warm and tender now, the teasing edge from before softened.

You nod, still catching your breath, your body pleasantly sore in the best way. “Yeah… just feel like I can’t move.”

Chris chuckles, rolling off of you but staying close. “Guess I did my job right, then.” He smirks, but before you can throw a pillow at him, he leans in, brushing his lips over your forehead. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.”

He helps you up, keeping an arm wrapped around your waist as you both make your way to the bathroom. He’s gentle as he runs a warm washcloth over your skin, pressing soft kisses along your jaw, your shoulders, wherever he can reach. It’s such a contrast from the heat of earlier, but it makes your heart swell all the same.

Once you’re both cleaned up, you slip on one of Chris’s hoodies- something oversized and soft- and climb into bed. Chris follows, pulling you close, his arms wrapped securely around you as he buries his face in your hair.

“Love you,” he mumbles sleepily, his lips brushing against your temple.

You smile, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Love you too, Chris.”

TWO MONTHS LATER

You groan, dropping your forehead against the kitchen counter as another wave of nausea rolls through you. “Ugh, I feel awful.”

Chris looks up from where he’s leaning against the fridge, brows furrowing with concern. “Still feeling sick, baby?”

You nod, rubbing your stomach with a frown. “Yeah… I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I keep feeling nauseous at the most random times. And I swear, I smelled coffee earlier, and it made me want to throw up.”

Chris winces, stepping closer and rubbing a hand up and down your back soothingly. “I’m so sorry, baby. Can I do anything?”

You shake your head, sighing. “I don’t even know what would help. It’s just been happening out of nowhere.”

Chris presses a kiss to the side of your head, his touch warm and comforting. “Maybe you just ate something bad? Or you’re stressed?”

“Maybe,” you mumble, but you’re not entirely convinced. “Are you sure the chicken last night was fully cooked?”

“I check it twice. It was.” Chris gives you a sympathetic look. “Tell you what- I’ll make you some tea, and then we can just chill on the couch, yeah? I’ll rub your back, we can watch whatever dumb reality show you wanna put on.”

That makes you smile a little, and you nod. “Okay. That sounds nice. Thank you baby.”

Chris grins, pressing another kiss to your forehead before heading to the kettle. “Anything for my girl.”

ONE WEEK LATER

You groan as you lean over the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on your face in a desperate attempt to shake off the lingering nausea. It’s been happening every morning now- like clockwork. And as much as you’d been hoping it was just a stomach bug or something that would pass, it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Baby?” Chris’s voice is groggy, laced with sleep as he steps into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. “You okay?”

You let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the counter. “Same as yesterday. And the day before that.”

Chris frowns, stepping closer, his hands settling on your waist as he looks you over. His touch is warm and grounding, but when his thumbs brush against your sides, you wince subconsciously.

Chris notices immediately, his brows drawing together. “Hey… why’d you flinch?”

You shake your head, still trying to wake up fully. “I didn’t-” But then his hands slide up a little higher, skimming under your hoodie, and the moment his thumbs brush against the curve of your breasts, you jolt.

Chris’s eyes widen. “Whoa. Okay. That was a reaction.”

You frown, stepping back slightly, your arms crossing over your chest. “They’ve just been… weirdly sensitive lately.”

Chris tilts his head, his gaze flicking down before his lips curl into the smallest smirk. “Not to mention…” His hands return to your sides, his touch slow, almost hesitant. “Baby, I swear to God, they look bigger. Like huge. It makes me so horny.”

You scoff. “Chris!”

“I’m serious!” He gives you a pointed look, stepping back just enough to take you in. “They’re… I don’t know, plumper? And you’ve been nauseous for over a week. You’re throwing up every morning. You don’t think…?”

You blink at him, brows furrowing. “Think what?”

Chris’s expression shifts- something between excitement and pure realization flickering across his face. He licks his lips, searching your eyes, almost as if he’s waiting for you to catch up.

“Baby,” he says slowly, carefully, “you don’t think you could be… pregnant?”

The words hang between you, heavy and thick in the quiet morning air. Your stomach twists- but not from nausea this time.

Your lips part slightly, a small laugh slipping out- almost disbelieving. “Chris, there’s no way…” But then, as you say it, the last few weeks flash through your mind. The exhaustion. The cravings. The nausea. The sensitivity. The way you haven’t used a condom with him in months and he hasn’t been pulling out.

Chris watches you closely, his smirk fading into something softer, more serious. His hands settle on your hips again, thumbs rubbing slow circles. “Baby,” he murmurs, voice quieter now, “when’s the last time you had your period?”

Your stomach drops. Your mind races as you try to remember, but the more you think about it, the more your chest tightens. You should’ve had it by now. You always keep track. But with everything going on, you hadn’t even noticed.

Chris sees the realization hit you. His hands tighten just slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. “Shit,” you whisper.

Chris lets out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah. Shit.”

You look up at him, heart pounding, eyes wide. “Chris… what if I am?”

He’s silent for a moment. Just looking at you. And then, slowly, his lips curl into a grin.

“Guess we should find out.”

Chris doesn’t waste a second. The moment the realization fully settles between you, he’s already moving. He grabs his phone and wallet off the nightstand, shoving his feet into the closest pair of sneakers.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, pressing a quick, firm kiss to your forehead before darting toward the front door.

You blink, still in shock. “Wait- Chris, where are you-”

But he’s already gone.

You stand there for a moment, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. This has to be a joke, right? There’s no way this is actually happening. But as you place a hand over your stomach, the reality starts creeping in.

A few minutes later, you hear the front door swing open again, followed by the unmistakable crinkle of plastic bags.

“Alright, baby, let’s do this!” Chris’s voice is practically beaming as he jogs back into the bedroom, his arms full of pregnancy tests. You stare in disbelief as he drops multiple boxes onto the bed, some falling onto the floor in the process.

“Chris,” you say slowly, eyes widening. “What the fuck is this?”

“Options,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I got every brand they had. Digital ones, line ones, ones that apparently have smiley faces-” He pauses, flipping a box over before tossing it onto the pile. “I didn’t know there were this many kinds, honestly, but we’re covering all bases.”

You shake your head, staring at the sheer amount of tests in front of you. “Ten tests, Chris?”

“At least ten,” he corrects, grinning.

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “Why are you so happy about this?”

Chris hesitates for half a second before letting out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Honestly? I don’t know. I just… am.”

You search his face, expecting to see panic or nerves, but all you find is pure excitement- like he wants this. Like the idea of you possibly carrying his baby is something he’s already embracing.

Your stomach twists, but not in a bad way. It’s terrifying and overwhelming, but with the way he’s looking at you, it also feels… oddly okay.

Chris claps his hands together, bringing you back to reality. “Alright, let’s go. Go pee on some sticks.”

You snort despite yourself. “Some?”

“All of them,” he corrects, already scooping up the tests into his arms. “We need solid confirmation, baby. I need a goddamn unanimous decision from these things.”

Shaking your head, you exhale sharply, running a hand through your hair before turning toward the bathroom. “This is insane.”

Chris follows right behind you, grinning. “This is science.”

You roll your eyes, but as you close the bathroom door behind you, Chris leans against the sink, watching you with nothing but warmth in his gaze.

“Whatever happens,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, “we’ll figure it out together, okay?”

Your chest tightens, and you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Okay.”

“Wait! Let me see what they say first. Don’t pee on anything!” Chris rips open one of the boxes with the same energy he probably had during his high school finals. He pulls out the instructions, unfolds them with an exaggerated flourish, and clears his throat.

“Alright,” he announces, squinting at the paper. “Step one: Remove the test from the wrapper.”

You snatch a test from one of the open boxes and rip it open with ease. “Done.”

Chris nods approvingly, scanning the next step. “Step two: Hold the absorbent tip in your urine stream for five seconds. Or dip it in a cup of urine for twenty seconds.”

You give him a flat look. “Absorbent tip?”

“Hey, I’m just reading what it says,” Chris says, holding up his hands in defense. He glances down again, then smirks. “Oh- this part’s important: Make sure you don’t pee on the result window. We need a clear reading, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the groundbreaking information, Chris.”

“Just looking out for accuracy.”

You shake your head, but your heart is thudding in your chest. This is actually happening.

Chris notices your hesitation and softens slightly, stepping closer. “You okay?”

You let out a slow breath. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”

Chris nods, setting the instructions down on the counter before placing his hands on your hips. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together. Got it?”

You nod, exhaling against his chest. “Got it.”

He smiles, giving you a small squeeze before stepping back. “Alright, go do your thing. I’ll be right here, being incredibly supportive and not at all annoying.”

You snort. “Mhm.”

Chris gasps dramatically. “Wow. So much doubt for the man who just spent a ridiculous amount of money on pregnancy tests for you.”

Shaking your head, you grab the cup from the counter- because there’s no way you’re risking peeing on your own hand in the middle of a life-altering moment- and step toward the toilet. “Okay, turnaround now.”

Chris throws his hands up. “I literally fucked this baby into you?!”

“We don’t know if there’s a baby yet!” You roll your eyes but do what needs to be done, filling the cup and carefully dipping the first test. Then another. And another. You cycle through each one, following the ridiculous variety of instructions. Five seconds for one. Twenty seconds for another. One where you had to cap it immediately and lay it on a flat surface.

Chris stands by the counter, eyes wide as he watches you line up ten tests in a perfect row.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “That’s a lot of science happening at once.”

You let out a breath, setting the last test down. “Now what?”

Chris grabs one of the boxes, scanning the fine print. “Now we wait.”

You swallow hard, wiping your hands on a towel before gripping the edge of the sink. “How long?”

Chris squints at the instructions. “Three minutes.”

Three minutes.

Three minutes to find out if your whole world is about to change.

Chris must sense your nerves because he steps up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing your jaw. “I can set a timer. Or we can just stare at them aggressively until something happens.”

You let out a breathy laugh, leaning back against him. “Okay… let’s do it.”

Chris’s phone is already in his hand before you even say anything. He holds it up, pressing record with a grin.

“For our future kid,” he says, his voice full of barely contained excitement.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You don’t even know if it’s positive yet.”

Chris smirks, shaking his head. “I have a feeling, baby.”

Your stomach twists as you reach for the first test. Your fingers tremble slightly, and you can feel Chris’s anticipation radiating off of him. With a deep breath, you flip it over.

Two lines.

Positive.

Your heart stops.

Chris lets out a sharp inhale, but before either of you can fully process it, you reach for the second test.

Positive.

The third.

Positive.

Every. Single. One.

Chris stares at them for half a second before a wide grin spreads across his face. “Holy shit.” His phone lowers slightly as he turns to look at you, his eyes shining. “Baby- holy shit!”

Before you can react, he grabs you, lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. You gasp, gripping his shoulders as a laugh bubbles out of you, your nerves momentarily forgotten.

“Chris!” You giggle, clinging to him as he twirls you.

“I knew it,” he exclaims, setting you down just enough to crash his lips against yours. The kiss is heated, desperate, but full of so much love that your chest tightens.

Then, before you even realize it, tears start slipping down your cheeks. You pull back slightly, your hand flying to your stomach as a sob escapes you.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, voice shaking. “Our baby is in my stomach.”

Chris freezes, his hands still gripping your waist. He stares at you like he’s just now fully comprehending it, like the reality of it all is truly sinking in. His lips part slightly, his breath hitching.

“Our baby,” he murmurs, and the way he says it- so full of awe, of love- makes your heart ache.

But then, almost instantly, his entire demeanor shifts. His grip tightens, his eyes darting around the room like his brain is moving a mile a minute.

“Shit. I need to tell my mom. And my dad. And my brothers.” He steps back, running a hand through his hair, pacing slightly. “What about your family? Should we call them first? And the apartment- fuck, we need to start looking at places with an extra room. Or at least be ready for when she grows up- ”

You blink. “She?”

Chris stops, looking at you dead serious. “I don’t know, baby, I just know. I have this gut feeling that my new babygirl is growing inside you right now.”

Your heart clenches at the sheer certainty in his voice.

But then he’s spiraling again. “Oh God, we don’t have anything for a baby. I need to research cribs- what’s the safest crib? And strollers- shit, what’s a good stroller brand? I don’t know anything about strollers! And- fuck, baby, we’re twenty-one. I haven’t even married you yet!”

He turns to you, panic written all over his face now, and for the first time ever, you’re the calm one.

You step forward, reaching for his hands, squeezing them tightly. “Chris, baby, breathe.”

His chest rises and falls rapidly, but he listens, taking a deep inhale as his eyes lock onto yours.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, pressing his hands against your stomach. “The way you reacted tells me all I need to know. You’re gonna be an amazing father.”

Chris swallows hard, his panic giving way to something softer, more vulnerable. His fingers flex against your stomach, like he’s already trying to connect with the tiny life growing inside you.

“You think so?” he asks, voice quieter now.

You smile, cupping his face. “I know so.”

Chris exhales shakily, closing his eyes for a moment before leaning forward, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too.”

And in that moment, standing there in the tiny bathroom with ten positive pregnancy tests lined up on the counter, everything feels exactly as it should be.

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High School Sweethearts pt.6 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, kinda fluffy and cute at the start, bad mother/daughter relationship, pretty sad, grab those tissues, idek what else, not proofread!)

A/n: sorry that I can’t keep y/n happy for more than 1 chapter of this😭😅

I get dressed into clean comfier clothes and I lay back on my bed, Chris joining me. We don’t speak but instead we just lie there, looking up at my ceiling in a comforting silence.

“I am so proud of you.” Chris whispers to me, a smile creeps across my face. “I want to do more with you Chris, but..” he sits up slightly and interrupts me, “hey.. take things at your own pace okay? Don’t feel rushed, I mean we aren’t even dating properly yet..” he grabs my hand, “not that I don’t want to, I totally want to date you but don’t feel rushed into anything okay?” He tries to reassure me and I smile.

“You wanna date me like for real?” I ask quietly. He sits up fully and so do I. “Well yeah of course, you’re so pretty and..” “so you only like me for my pretty face?” I fake pout and look down sadly. “No! No I wasn’t finished!” He panics and I laugh, his face relaxes as he realised I was joking.

“Anyway, wait what was I saying?” He whispers. “You were saying about why you want to date me I think? I also forgot.” We both laugh. “Oh yeah, I think you’re funny, you’re pretty, you’re kind and we skipped school to go on a date y/n.” He smiles to me.

“If I get in trouble for that I swear I will kill you.” I joke. “Do you want to like.. be my girlfriend or something.” He shrugs and his face goes red as he grins. “Yeah I’d really like that.” I smile at him, my cheeks also flushing red. “Okay! That went so much worse and difficult in my head, so you’re now my..” “girlfriend? Yeah.” We lay back down.

We lay together, both smiling messes. His phone starts to buzz and he pulls it out of his pocket. The screen is lit up “Matt” he looks to me, “I gotta answer this..” I nod as if to say “of course.” He stands off the bed and puts the phone to his ear. “What’s up.” Chris says, I can just about hear Matt from the other side.

Chris

Matt

“Where are you?” “I’m with y/n.” “Okay.” “What?” “Mom wants to you come home.” “Why Matt?” “well she’s making spaghetti” “oh shit really?” “Yeah so come home like right now because she won’t make it otherwise” “okay thank you.” “No problem, bye!”

Chris puts the phone back in his pocket, “what was he saying?” I ask, since I couldn’t hear most of the last part of the phone call. Chris stands in-front of me and kisses my hands, “I gotta head off okay? My mom’s making spaghetti,” I laugh softly and he smiles “I’ll meet you here tomorrow morning so we can walk together?” Apparently he lives like 10 mins from school the other way to me, so he’d have to walk past the school to walk to mine.

“Oh okay, why?” I ask hesitantly, “because you’re my girlfriend.” He smirks and kisses my forehead. “I really gotta go though okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hugs me before walking out my room, I walk after him to lock the door behind him. “Bye.” I smile at him, leaning on my doorframe.

“See ya.” He waves.

It’s been quite a few hours and now it’s 9pm, and I hear my front door unlock, my mom. “Y/n?” She shouts up to me. “Hey.” I walk out my door and sit on the stairs as she takes her coat off and shoes. “How was school?” She asks, walking to the kitchen and I follow her. “You see Evan today?” She’s always been fond of Evan and didn’t believe me when I said what he tried to do.

“Uh yeah..” I reply, not mentioning the fact he had grabbed my wrist, made me cry etc. etc. “are you gonna get back together?” She washes her hands. “No mom. Remember?” I sigh, sitting on the counter of the kitchen. She turns to me in annoyance. “Still y/n? You’re still going on with that thing? Evan is a nice kid!” She huffs, drying her hands.

“You don’t know him like I do mom, he’s horrible!” I try to talk sense to her but she just rolls her eyes. “Go to your room.” She spoke as she sat on the couch, me still following her everywhere shes going. “I don’t want to, I want to talk to you!” I say loudly. “Don’t raise your voice at me, just talk to me if you fucking want to!” she says in an irritated tone.

“It’s hard to talk to you when you’re constantly accusing me of lying! You only want to hear it if it’s about me and Evan or if it’s about you!” My voice cracks. She goes to speak but I continue speaking. “I have a new boyfriend.” I say more calmly. She widens her eyes. “Who?” She half yells.

“His names Chris and he treats me much better than Evan ever did.” I say. “Does this Chris have a stable family? Is he gonna be able to provide for you when you’re older?” She’s only ever cared about her future and how much money people have but never about my life and my heart.

“I don’t know.” I shrug. “You know who does have a lot of money to provide for you?” She shouts, knowing the answer I reply “Evan..” she nods, tears fill my eyes. “Exactly, Evan would be able to keep your family and children supported.” She keeps prodding until I burst. Tears flowing down my cheeks and anger filling through my body.

“Get over it mom oh my god,” I yell loudly, causing her to flinch, “me and Evan are never gonna be together. Do you know why? Because he’s abusive as fuck!” I practically scream. “He was fine when-” she try’s to contribute. “When you met him? Yeah of course he was. Earlier he made me cry, he grabbed my wrist and practically threatened me, but yeah he’s fine.” I start to cry harder.

“Don’t ever take that tone with me again, you can get out of my house,” my mother stands up and walks to me. “You are just like your father.” She hisses before walking past me into the kitchen again.

Those words break me, and I wipe my tears before walking out the front door, slamming it behind me. I didn’t think to grab a jacket and the freezing air hits me, but I’m too angry and sad to notice.

I walk for a good 20 minutes before I sit on the sidewalk and just cry, it’s raining and I’m in a sweatshirt and shorts. A car horn honks and I look up, the headlights blinding me. The car pulls up infront of me and I see Nate in the passenger seat and Michael in the drivers seat, “shit y/n what’s wrong?” Nate leans out the window.

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” I say. “Chris reject you because you’re a pussy?” Michael laughs and Nate smacks him, “what the fuck Mikey? Do you need a ride anywhere?” Nate looks concerned. I shake my head, trying to ignore Michael’s presence. “Thank fuck.” Michael whispers but I still hear him and Nate shoots him a look.

“You can go.” I motion to the road. “It’s dark y/n what if you get hurt.” Nate actually seems worries, “I’ll be fine, I’ll just go home.” I lie. “Okay see you tomorrow then.” Nate smiles and Michael speeds off.

Chris’ POV

I lay back on my bed scrolling through TikTok when I get a text from Nate. “Check up on your little girlfriend, she’s sat on a sidewalk somewhere just fucking crying.” My heart drops to my stomach as I reply. “What? Where is she” I don’t even deny the girlfriend allegations since they’re obviously true now.

His typing bubble appears, “idk dude it was near the opening to Michael’s street.” I leave him on opened as I rush to get my shoes on and I run down the stairs. “Where are you going?” My father asks me as I’m opening the door. “Girl problems?” He adds on. I shrug, “something like that.” Before running out the door closing it behind me.

I run down and out of my street, and to Michael’s street which is 15 minutes away from mine. I look around rapidly and I can’t see her anywhere. The rain is super fucking heavy, I hope she’s okay. I walk a bit further down past Michael’s street to see if I can find her.

My jacket is soaked through but I don’t care, I need to make sure she’s okay. Then I see something, somebody sat on the sidewalk with their head in their hands. That must be her, I cross the road and walk slowly towards her. Rain dripping down her bare legs, she must be freezing. “Hey.” I breath out, she darts her head up to me.

“Chris?” She asks, squinting her eyes because of the downpour, “yeah it’s me, come here.” I lift her to stand and I wrap my arms around her. She cries into my chest and my heart breaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask softly, placing a kiss on her head. She shakes her head, “I’m too cold.” She whispers, her voice cracking. “I’d give you my jacket but it’s only gonna make you colder.” I chuckle softly, putting my arm around her waist and I walk with her.

She rests her head onto me, “should I walk you home?” Why could she possible be out here crying? “I can’t go home right now.” She cries, her voice wobbling, “okay, we will go to my house.” I smile down to her and she nods lightly.

We walk together in silence, except for the sound of the rain against the sidewalk and a few sobs from y/n every now and then. We turn down my street and I notice the lights are out in my living room which means everyone’s in their rooms. We walk up to my front door and I open it and lock it behind us.

I lead y/n upstairs and into my room, more plain than her room but it’s what I know and like. I walk into the bathroom attached to my room and grab a towel and walk up to her, she’s standing there with her makeup down her eyes and she’s shivering. “Can I take this off you?” I point to her sweatshirt and she shrugs, “ok” she whispers.

She takes her shoes off before I peel the sweatshirt and cami top off of her, it clinging to her wet skin. Leaving her in her bra and shorts, I dry her off slightly before grabbing a hoodie of mine from the closet slipping it over her head and onto her now dry torso, “can I take these off of you also?” My hands on her shorts, she nods and I pull them off of her over her feet and dry her legs and her face, clearing it of all makeup smudges.

I grab matching sweatpants from my closet and she leans on my shoulders to step into them, I pull back my duvet and offer her to lie in my bed, she does and I quickly take off my jacket and shirt to change into a different dry shirt, I feel y/n’s eyes on my shirtless back and I smile to myself.

I finish changing and I hop into the bed next to her, “do you want to talk about it now?” I ask her, not pushing her to tell me but just wondering. She nods softly, “my mom hates me.” She cry’s into my arms, “I’m sure she doesn’t, what happened?”

I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead as she takes a deep breath and wipes her tear filled eyes.

A/n: y’all I’m crying wtf😭 ik I wrote this but poor y/n she can’t catch a break fr. Idk how many parts are left of this series but probably no more than 10 so idk. Chris is so sweet aswell like girl❤️

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[boston-babies]

Zac followed Chris out “wait up a minute man” Chris sighed and switched Teddy to his other hip “What Zef?” “I’ll talk to Sassy okay? But dude you have got to keep your shit in check. You can’t let Tom get under your skin like this or else he’ll get exactly what he wants”

Chris shook his head “I don’t understand how she doesn’t see how he’s playing her” Zac nodded “for the same reason why she didn’t want to believe you could do what you did last year” Chris looked down “I’m her husband, it’s different” Zac shook his head “no, it’s not and you know it’s not”

Chris shook his head “why do you think she’ll listen to you about Tom?” Zac sighed “because she’s my best friend and she doesn’t have beef with me right now like she does with you” Chris shook his head and walked away “good luck man”

**********

Zac walked back in the house and went back to the kitchen to check on you. “Hey we need to talk Sassy” he looked at Tom then looked back to you “alone”. You nodded and followed Zac to the den. After a few moments, Henry walked in as well. You looked between them “what’s going on?”

Zac sighed “Sassy we love you, please always know that but you need to cut Tom off” your brow furrowed “not you too” he nodded “yes me too, he’s playing you Sassy. Henry and I watched him antagonize Chris so he would make a scene in front of you” you looked at Henry and he nodded “it’s true Sas. He said some pretty vile things to Chris”

Zac continued “he’s trying to get you to to hate Chris and he said he’s going to try to get the kids to hate him to so that he can swoop in and be your ‘knight in shining armor’” You shook your head “he was never like that when we were kids”

Henry stepped closer and put an arm around you “we just want you to be careful y/n. He’s not a good guy” Zac shook his head “why is he back around anyway?” You shrugged “he was in town and wanted to catch up. He said he was going through a divorce with his wife too..” Zac crossed his arms “be honest with me y/n, are you doing this so Chris can feel the same pain he inflicted on you?”

You looked down at your feet “I’m not proud of it but I don’t know any other way to get him to really understand”. Henry pulled you in for a hug “we’ll talk to him sassy. It’s going to be okay”

After a few moments you pulled away and you all walked back out to the kitchen.

*************

A week had passed without incident and the boys were finally back home from spending time with their dad in Maine. They walked through the front door with big smiles and ran right over to give you a hug. They hugged you at the same time and you laughed “hugging you guys like this was a lot easier when you were little” Ryan laughed “we missed you mama” you kissed each of their cheeks and they all made a face while you did “I missed you more” the boys pulled away and Ryan handed you Teddy and you gave him a big hug too “ooo especially you Teddy Bear”

Tom walked in from the kitchen “oh good, the boys are home”. Ryan’s smile dropped immediately “why are you always here?” “Ryan be nice!” You scolded. He rolled his eyes and Brayden spoke up “no but he’s right, why are you always here? It’s not like you’re mom’s boyfriend” Brandon snorted “yeah like that’ll ever happen” Brayden snickered back. You furrowed your brow “okay that’s enough, I don’t know what’s gotten into you guys”

Ryan spoke under his breath “maybe it’s an asshole trying to date our mom” You whipped your head around and looked at Ryan “I heard that Christopher”. Ryan made a face and Tom held his hands up and smiled “okay, I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot. What would you boys say to going to dinner tonight to start over and get to know each other”

Brayden looked at Tom like he had five heads “fuck no”. Ryan put his hand on Brayden’s shoulder “wait Brady..I think that’s actually a great idea”. Brayden looked at Ryan like he’d lost his mind but when Ryan looked back at him, that’s when Brayden saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. It was subtle but Brayden knew his brother was planning something “yeah okay. Sure, let’s go to dinner”

Tom nodded “that’s great, this is gonna be so fun you guys”

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They were all sitting at a round table in the middle of the restaurant. The waitress had just walked away after taking their food order and the table was silent. Tom cleared his throat “so, how long are you boys home for?” Ryan rolled his eyes “no I have a better question, what do you want with our mom?”

Tom nodded “I’ll be honest. I really like your mom. A lot; she and I dated for a while until she met your dad-“ Brayden cut him off “yeah you dated for a year when you were sixteen, then mom told us you cheated on her. Then she met dad.” For a flash, you could see the irritation in Tom’s eyes but as quickly as the mask fell, he put it right back up. “What I did was wrong, and I know I hurt your mom but now all I want is the opportunity to make it up to her. To have a second chance.”

Brandon glared “what about your wife and kids?” Tom sighed “my wife and I are actually in the middle of a pretty nasty divorce-look I get you guys are just protecting your mom but I promise she’s in good hands with me”.

The waitress came back with their drinks and they all went silent again. Once she was done, the boys thanked her as she walked away. Tom stood “we can continue this discussion when I get back from the restroom”. He turned and left and the boys just glared.

Brayden looked at Ryan “I don’t like this Ry, I don’t trust him”. Ryan was silent and Brayden could tell the wheels in his brothers brain were turning. Brandon watched as Ryan leaned forward and grabbed the bottle of hot sauce, opened the cap and poured a good amount in Tom’s water. Brayden took the salt shaker next and unscrewed the lid so it would dump all over Tom’s food when he used it.

Ryan noticed that Tom had left his phone on the table. He grabbed it and since there was no passcode, he was able to get in easy. Brayden leaned forward “what are you doing?” Ryan didn’t look up from the phone “shh!-“ he read through some text messages and then dialed the number

“Hi, is this Amelia? Oh no, he’s fine, Im just calling to let you know that your husband is trying to have an affair with another woman. Oh? You’re not divorcing? Well he made it sound like you were in a pretty nasty split? Oh no, that’s terrible. I’m so sorry. No I just felt like you should know what he’s up to. No it’s not a business trip he’s on. Alright well again, I’m terribly sorry. You as well. Good night.” Ryan hung up and placed the phone back right where Tom had left it.

When he looked back over at his brothers, their jaws were dropped and he shrugged.

The food arrived and was placed in front of them and Tom made his way back to the table and sat. “Now, where were we?” He grabbed his water glass and took a huge gulp. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he spit the water out across the table “what the hell?!” Ryan leaned forward “oh geeze, here let’s get you a napkin-“ Brayden leaned forward “here you can have mine-“ Brayden knocked the salt shaker all over Tom’s plate “oops, damn I’m so sorry” Ryan shook his head “honestly Brady-“ Ryan stood and “accidentally’ knocked Tom’s plate on his lap “shit man, I’m just so clumsy today”

Tom glared at the boys “I hope you three brats enjoyed this”

Ryan leaned down and put his hands on the table “you’re gonna leave our mom alone. This? This was child’s play. You haven’t seen me at my worst. So here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get your shit, get in your car and drive your pathetic ass all the way back to New York. You’re never going to contact our mom again. You got me?”

Tom glared back “what makes you so sure your mom will believe you? You’re the bad one aren’t you? I’m sure she’s real tired of your bullshit. All I have to do is put the right act on and she’ll send you packing Ryan”

Ryan nodded “yeah, I might give her a hard time but I am her son, and she’d never ever believe you over me-“ Ryan glanced down and saw Tom’s phone ringing and looked back up at Tom with a smirk “plus I have a feeling you’re going to be busy going through an actual divorce with your wife”. Ryan stood straight “thanks for dinner. It was a real treat”.

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The boys got home about thirty minutes later. They hung up their coats and walked into the kitchen and saw you, Tanner, Henry, Addison and Zac sitting at the table. You looked up when you heard them walk in and rushed over to them. You pulled each of them in to a big hug “I’m so so sorry”

Brady pulled away “no mama, you have nothing to apologize for. He’s the asshole for playing you” Brandon nodded along “yeah mama. You had no idea and none of this is your fault”. Ryan hugged you again “and don’t worry about him mama. He won’t be bothering you anymore”

you pulled away and smiled at the boys “how does some ice cream sound?” They each nodded and went right for the freezer. Ryan felt his phone buzz in his pocket and stopped to pull it out to read the text he got. In the background he could hear Brayden digging through the freezer “hey where’s the chocolate strawberry twist?” He looked over and saw Zac eating the last of it “come on man!” Zac laughed “gotta be quicker kid”

Ryan focused on the text and saw it was from his dad.

“I’m so proud of you, good looking out for your mom Ry”

He looked up and nodded with a grin and put his phone back in his pocket and grabbed himself a bowl of mint chocolate and enjoyed the rest of the night with his family.

[jaydensfanfictionfactory]

Left to Soon (PT1)

My hands slid through the sheets as the sound of my alarm blared in my ears. Smacking my bedside table until I hit the clock, my body ached from the day before’s shift. Slowly raising my head out of the nest of pillows and messy hair, I squinted at the figure who was pulling open my curtains. His messy dark blonde hair was almost golden with the morning light of LA. Groaning, I grasped one of my silk covered pillows, cocked my arm back, and threw this pillow at his back as hard as possible. A satisfying yelp echoed in my room as I rolled over, pulling my blankets up to my neck as I snuggled back into my slumber. “That wasn’t nice!” Evan Buckley whined as he slipped his arms around my waist, lifting me out of bed. 

“Buck!” I whined loudly as I tried to escape his iron grasp, blankets and pillows following him as he dragged me toward the door. “Five more minutes, please???” He spit out some of my hair as he carried me out to the kitchen, where our other roommate was waiting. Eddie Diaz sighed as he sipped his coffee while watching Buck dragging me off to the living room, where Chrisopher was playing video games on the TV. “Morning Chris!” 

“Morning Ace!” he said, smiling wide as his glasses skewed themselves on his face. I huffed at Bucky as he tossed me, half haphazardly, onto the couch before running off to get me a coffee. “How did you sleep?” I asked, turning my attention back to the young boy next to me, who had set down his controller to look at me with that signature bright smile of his. 

“I slept pretty well,” he replied, though something in his eyes told me that he wasn’t exactly telling me the truth. Perhaps he didn’t want to talk about his mom, but I took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Chris was one of the few people I really cared about, though I never really showed it a lot. 

Feeling a pair of hands on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the sore spot between my scapulas. A groan fell from my lips as I dropped my head, it felt so good, and Eddie knew what he was doing. Ever since I had shown him how to give good back massages, the latino man had always given me one anytime I was sore. My head snapped up when I felt something resting against my shins. Glaring at Buck for a few seconds before sighing as I sat up to dig my small fingers into his gigantic shoulders. 

A yelp fell from his mouth as I rubbed out the knot in his shoulders. Eddie’s husky, morning voice boomed with laughter along with Chris as Buck wiggled and wormed out of my grasp. “Revenge!” I giggled before tackling the bigger male to the floor. 

Somehow, I had managed to pin the firefighter to the floor as his sister poked her head into the house. “Well, that’s not something you see every day-” she chuckled before taking a photo, much to Buck’s dismay. “I am surprised to see you up this early, Ace.”

“They are working a day shift with us,” Eddie explained as he handed her a cup of coffee with a side hug. Maddie nodded slowly in an understanding way as she greeted Chrisopher. Yelping as Buck started to do push ups with me on his back, I grasped his shirt tightly. He got about fifteen push ups in before he started to struggle, as Eddie plopped down beside me, holding his legs up in an attempt to keep them off the floor. 

“You…. guys…. Are…. heavy…” he grunted between push ups and breaths. Swatting his arm, I stood up with a sigh and stretched. Slipping out of the room toward my bedroom, I closed the door behind me, deafening the roars of laughter coming from the living room. A sigh fell from my lips as I flopped down on my bed. 

Today, of all days, I just had to work a day shift. Rolling over to look at the clock, the date burned into my eyes, today… Today was my birthday, a day I would rather forget ever existed. I hadn’t told anyone my birthday in a while, but Cap knew when it was. He always left me a little piece of cake with a single candle on it in the fridge of the station kitchen. I never really understood why he did it, I had told him multiple times that I never celebrated my birthdays, to many hurtful memories. But… the longer I worked at the fire station the more I looked forward to that little slice of cake. 

Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different. I doubted it would be as I struggled to throw on my pants. Huffing deeply, I slipped my shirt over my head, tucking it into my pants before stepping outside my room. Maddie was talking quietly with Eddie in the kitchen while Chris and Buck were playing on the TV. As soon as I entered the kitchen for a piece of toast, Maddie tapped his arm before walking away to bother Buck. I gave him a suspicious look before grabbing my toast. “Hey, I am going to the store before work.” I said to Eddie as I took the keys off his belt loop. The feeling of his breath on my check as I looked up at him. There were only a few inches between us, but I could see the look in his eyes, he was watching me with a playful look. 

Moving out of his personal space, I grabbed my jacket, waved goodbye to everyone and hopped up onto the railing of the stairs. Sliding down the railing, I hopped off before walking over to my truck, Eddie loved to drive it even though he had his own to drive. Something about how it drives better than his own, but I just think it’s because Chris likes how soft the back seats are. Which I don’t mind, but I hate it when he and Buck take it out for a late night drive while I am at work. They never bring it back to the firehouse so I can get home. 

Sliding into the front seat, I sighed deeply as I turned the key. It purred to life as I slipped on my seat belt and threw it into drive.

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[calypso-finale]

Hundred Eleven. Part 6

I was so ready to go back to LA with Damson, he kept say the flight is free you can come with me, but I promised Rylee I would see her, so I had to keep the promise, it was hard because his company just flows. Everything with him just flows our silence isn’t awkward either, it’s calm and I feel a connection, I am happy. I feel like he wants me to come home so I think I will be staying in LA, I need to break that to Rylee because she has been enjoying me being there, so have I really she has been a great support with that, I want to forget that person really. I don’t care for him, I will be changing my number but I need to tell Rylee I am staying, but I will be staying with my parents home because I don’t trust Taylan either, I need to fix that issue because it’s creepy, I had to turn my phone off while with Damson because who the hell wants to hear or see my phone going off constantly, it’s rude so I turned it off until then, I am not having him ruin anything with Damson that is starting, I mean of course we are just friends though but it’s still there, I feel it but I had to come to this tour date. She will be going home tomorrow anyways, I will go back to LA. Wadz rolled his eyes seeing me “decided to come back” I smiled “I did, thank you for picking me up” he gave me my pass “no worries, I told you should have kept it but I guess like you said, you may have lost it” nodding my head “exactly, last day for me to hear British rap, I take that back I will probably be gathered to go with my dad, you know my dad loves to show out” Wadz chuckled “Chris is that guy, he is the best and funny too. I think Oakley is staying behind in LA though, that is the last date, it’s there so he is staying behind. Your mom wants to do work with him as promised” letting out an oh “yeah that’s true, my mom don’t play when it comes to work so yeah she is going to make him stay behind, are you too?” I asked “yeah, just me and Cenceh staying behind, he staying at the house they bought. I think Oakley got the Fenty photoshoot, the skin one which makes me laugh because I am like they going to put makeup on you” I just know Oakley would walk off “I am shocked he wanted to do it really, my sister is supposed to be in that?” I am confused “erm, doing her part green screen in London. She is going back so yeah” she should just stay but she won’t.

Oakley is already on stage, didn’t realise it. I thought he would be here “who is it?” I asked pointing “Aziel, he is awake” letting out an oh, sitting next to Rylee “what happened baby? It’s really late there baby” Grace is sat there but he is so sad “mommy left me” looking at Rylee “awww no mommy not left you, she is coming home baby” Rylee looked at me “he was facetiming Oakley and he saw me which I didn’t want him to know I am with Oakley because he would be upset, like now. He is having sleepless nights, so he saw me there and he shouted mommy, that my mommy and I was like oh brother, so Grace called me this time, it’s late and Aziel is now crying but I told him I am coming home now, I am sorry. I just come to see daddy because I was working here” oh Aziel isn’t happy “not happy” he poked his lips “Aziel, don’t be upset with mommy. She was working, then she saw daddy was here and they saw each other for one time, that is it. Mommy is coming home though” he is hard headed so good luck to Rylee “also he is unwell, baby I will be home by Sunday, and I will give you all the snuggles. Grace has given you some medicine, so you want to try and sleep again?” he shook his head “how about we let Aziel watch dad perform, yes?” Rylee frowned “he will fall asleep, just let him” I mean he isn’t going to sleep by telling him too “fine, that medicine is drowsy so soon he will fall asleep” Rylee laughed, no harm in him watching really.

My plan worked, I am just the brains of this operation, he fell asleep watching, so he is at peace “this is why I don’t want to be away from him long you know, I just didn’t want him to know I was with his dad because it gives him this narrative, we know how hard it is to be like yes mom and dad are together and then they argued again. He has seen a lot so for him to see it he was happy, and he kept saying it, just need to be careful” my sister is very adamant in making sure that Aziel is in one place for school, she refuses to be taking him around and being schooled that way which to me, I would be taking him everywhere but that is her own issue. I mean London isn’t a bad place because things for her is overseas, the places around her are an hour or three away but I would be different, we are all different in regards to parenting “yeah I agree with that, can’t let him think you both are together until you both are solid” I said “yeah, so how was Damson? Tell me?” she turned to me “I thought you wanted to see him perform” she rolled her eyes “I have seen him before, drop the tea” I grinned “it was great, I turned my phone off” she groaned out “I refuse to let him ruin this, I like Damson, he makes me naturally laugh. We talk about sweet nothings, he sent me his playlist and he told me I have memorise the British rappers, he is so silly, and I love it. But” Rylee cringed “I uhm” she is scared on what I am going to say “with Damson here already and he is filming, I am going to stay behind, I will be staying on LA” Rylee poked her lips out “oh no, so now I lose you. I mean I get it, I would too but still, you have been the best with me, but you are staying with mom?” I nodded my head “good, I mean my door is always open and you will be missed” that is so sweet “thank you, and I will be there don’t worry about that. I will miss my nephew a lot, just never get enough of him but I heard Oakley is staying in LA so I was going to ask, if instead of me living with mom and dad that will be draining, they have their new little perfect kids. You know the do it the right way kids, please. It’s annoying to see, can I stay in your home” I was going to ask anyways “he is staying behind?” she asked, I shrugged “something to do with Fenty but if I can trial it out with Oakley and Wadz there, I am sure Taylan wouldn’t, but can I use your home? I can pay rent” she laughed “shut up but go for it, I know how annoying it is to see those kids. It’s like they restarting parenthood the right way” she rolled her eyes “the two parent home they god” she mumbled, we have such a different life compared to our younger siblings, it’s crazy.

Oakley does get the ladies, I mean he isn’t my type at all, but he does really get the ladies in a weird way, they go crazy on him “cute” I said laughing “with that child?” Rylee asked “yes, imagine Oakley with a daughter though” she pulled a face “I fear that I will have a child and it looks like his side, and it’s white” I snorted laughing “oh my god, that is so rude, but he has a big white gene in him, like it can happen you know, genes are crazy” Rylee shook her head “he can dream on with another child, my fear is that” she is a trip “so while you wasn’t there, I have been crying a lot. I think Oakley and I had a heart to heart again” turning to her “oh tell me more, why?” these two need their hand banging together “so what happened was that erm, I mentioned about the sex thing that happened, that I am scared you could do that, he then sat me down, made me a latte, spoke to me and just said look I can’t making you change how you feel, or change your feelings towards what happened but I know where I went wrong, and he apologised, he spoke on why. Then he just said that he is waiting for me, he wouldn’t let himself suffer for nothing, he was showing so much feeling towards me, it made me cry a lot because I felt it, his love towards me. Then I said what if we don’t make it, now I wasn’t expecting to say then I hope I see you in the afterlife, well that set me off even more. Then I did sleep in the bunk, I kept crying, mom called, and she just said get what you want, stop playing. Then I went to Oakley, he was awake listening to music. I just cried again, went to him and he hugged me” I sighed out “so he has told you practically, look I am waiting for you. This ball is in your court until you say otherwise, how do you feel about sex with him?” I mean she needs to be real “I trust him still, I always will” nodding my head “you want to give a goodbye present or wait?” my sister just stared at me “look Rylee, you both are going to be together, but he knows he hurt you with that, he wants you to make the move, so are you going to make it?” Rylee just stared at me.

My sister sometimes needs taking care of, I just laugh sometimes because she is so shy with a lot of things too, I understand where she got it from, she didn’t want to be used, lot of men really wanted to be with Rylee to try my mother, and realistically that is so weird, men are weird so she is very weirded out about sex too because they verbally has said it to her, I have witnessed that weird shit too, but we will get there with her. I can’t believe she even had sex but that is down to him mostly, she trusts him the most, so I get she was hurt by his rejection with what he did “let’s see then” I said to Rylee, we are lingerie shopping, we need to ger Rylee in the zone “come in then” she said, this girl. Walking into the changing rooms “well hello, now see. This is going to raise his blood pressure; I mean to be honest you do that anyways without even doing a thing but when he sees you in this. He is going to be climbing up you, listen to me here. You say to him, I am going into the bathroom whip it on and come out. This is you taking control, when you both have sex, he faces you. This is a big test for him too and if he can’t take it then Rylee, dead it but I feel it won’t be. Just make the move, you do it. You ride him so hard he will be proposing to you” we both laughed out “oh my god, you’re so stupid” I sniggered “well I mean, Taylan fucking proposed to me did he fucking not? But also be you, drain him too. But yeah, this is minor. Tell this is a taste, once he puts a ring on, but yeah. Your body is nice as fuck, the boobs. I am jealous” I chuckled “thank you, he said that too. He goes your boobs are bigger, I know your body” her boobs are bigger “so, what we doing it taking Oakley out for a meal, court him. Take him to the hotel and show him but hear me out. If he does do that shit to you, then I am here and we are deading it, you dead that with him because it’s wrong but I feel in my heart he won’t, but he won’t be expecting this. Ugh Rylee, I am nervous for you and you’re my older sister” she is cute when she wants to be.

Oakley is so hard headed, he is ready to get on the bus to go to Houston “so we are all going for food, we can when we get to Houston” he said to her, side eyeing him “I want to take you for food, can we just stay here for one night!?” she said, “we don’t mind do we?” I smiled “Oakley, my sister wants to take you for a meal, how about you go with her” he grinned “so you’re asking me on a date, say that then” Rylee huffed out “I am using the bathroom, before we go” watching her walk off “she taking you for some food then?” Rimz asked and he shrugged, once Rylee left the room “Oakley, let her do this. She wants to take you out so let her, what is wrong?” I don’t understand “nothing is wrong but I rather get it out of the way but if she wants that then I am happy to go for some food, just thought we could go Houston and do it there” tilting my head to the side “you know she has to go back, so that can’t happen just do this for her” he frowned “is something happening?” he smirked “yeah my foot up your ass soon” Rimz snorted laughing “we going to the club then?” Rimz asked me “I am going to bed, that is what” he groaned out “fine” I am watching Oakley “Lee, let’s go then. For this meal” he said being more forthcoming with it. I hope she has the best night, I hope it goes the way she wants because this is a game changer for the both of them, but he doesn’t know that yet that this could change them both.

[irishhills]

various theories

It’s only been a few hours, but already, Eliza has various theories about how in the hell she just became the queen of the prom.

She’s pretty sure this has never happened before. A once-loser-y-ish kind of girl without a date to the dance gets a crown on her head. It sounds more like a low-budget movie that Blair and Chris would make fun of. Not Eliza’s real life. She was up against some pretty tough competition. Girls who had been lobbying for prom queen since practically the first grade. She’ll probably never forget the look on Bridget’s face when they put the crown on Eliza instead. She likes to think of herself as more evolved than this, but it was pretty satisfying.

Really, she has three theories about how it happened. The first must have been paranoia because it’s been two hours already, and no one’s dumped a bucket of pig’s blood over her (or any type of blood, for that matter). Nobody even laughed at her. They cheered, sure, but no one laughed. It was the weirdest thing. People seemed happy that she won. One of the other girls on the court even congratulated her at the sundae bar. Even Blair and Chris seemed pretty pleased. No pig’s blood in sight. No cosmic joke. Just a crown that Eliza’s mother would be proud of.

Her second theory is that Amy must have mobilized the senior class. After their conversation in the bathroom on the day the court was announced, Amy seemed to understand her. At least, she seemed to want to understand – a big step in a frozen friendship between two girls who used to wish they were sisters. Where she had once mobilized the class to embarrass Chris on the homecoming court, now, maybe she used her power for good. She looked thrilled when they called Eliza’s name over the loudspeaker, after all. Yeah. Could have been Amy.

But that’s not Eliza’s favorite theory, not the one she hopes for. The last one is a bit of a long shot. Doesn’t change the fact that she wishes it were true. Luke might be a sophomore in college already, but he still holds a lot of influence over this senior class. For one thing, he’s Chris and Amy’s brother. For another, he used to be the coolest kid at St. Elizabeth, a school for popularity contests. Maybe when he heard that Eliza was on the prom court, he was the one who mobilized the senior class to vote for her. Maybe he was the one who convinced Amy. Maybe it shouldn’t matter. Hell, Eliza knows it’s just plastic and lies, a pretty way to keep you under the control of the patriarchy. Give me glitter, and I’ll forget all about why I said I was going to college. Something like that, anyway. Eliza hates how well it almost works on her.

When the prom is over, and students stumble into the parking lot, Eliza’s not really sure what she expects to see. Her mother is picking her up. She didn’t get a fancy limo, and she doesn’t have a date, so that’s all it is. That’s all it can be. A late-night drive with Mom and a long nap into senior skip day.

Except Luke is there.

Like, Luke is really there.

Eliza hurries a little toward him, ignoring the strain in her heels from standing and dancing all night long. She’s not sure how long it’s been since she’s seen him. Definitely not long enough to justify this stupid little gallop across a dark and crowded parking lot. But when he starts to jog toward her, too, it doesn’t feel so dumb. Doesn’t feel so desperate.

It just feels like Luke.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Eliza laughs, too excited for her own good. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to make sure Chris goes to a party with Blair. My mom mentioned he was thinking of bailing on her, and I’m sick of him doing that.”

“God, he really can be the worst, can’t he?”

“Absolutely.”

She’s not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved that he’s not here to see her. When he notices her crown, he lights up a little.

“Hey,” he says. “I didn’t know I was talking to the prom queen.”

Eliza does a little twirl, still ignoring the pain in her heels.

“Well, now you do,” she says. “It was a total shock. I thought maybe I was dead, but I couldn’t tell if it was heaven or hell.”

“Yeah,” Luke says. “I’m not shocked, though.”

Eliza thinks about asking him if he had anything to do with her win tonight. She thinks about asking him a lot of questions. But she doesn’t. She just lets the words she thinks to herself all the time come pouring out. Quickly. Painfully.

“I miss you.”

Luke gives her a look like he’s been waiting to hear her say it. He doesn’t touch her – doesn’t even move to – but he exhales. In a good way.

“I miss you, too.”

She takes his hand and leads him to the curb, where they sit and talk about the night, about the past school year, about the upcoming summer, about why they didn’t do this sooner. Eliza never learns whether Luke had anything to do with the crown on her head.

But when he kisses her, there on the damp curb of a dark parking lot, she realizes she doesn’t need to know that. She doesn’t need to know anything else.

(part of @nosebleedclub march challenge -- day 20!)

[youre-amazing-say-it]

What do I do Now?

Chris Evans x reader, Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary: 20-year-old actress finds out she is pregnant and Sebastian and Chris are with her as she figures out what is next.

Warning: pregnancy, tears, mention of sex, alcohol mentioned, fluff with a hint of angst

A/N: this was a request I had for a while and I just finished it lol. also very much protective caring older brother vibes in this fic.

Taglist: @slutfortaylorswiftandzendaya

Pregnant.

You were pregnant.

You weren’t an idiot, you knew how it happened. You and your boyfriend Dean have been dating since you were 16, and you are now 20. You have been through a lot together and are now closer than ever. The two of you are pretty good about practicing safe sex, with an occasional pass. But you’re always using Plan B in the morning. That didn’t guarantee no pregnancy but it never failed you. Until now. 

“Hey Squish, come on we are going to be..” Sebastian Stan said as he barged into your trailer. He looked at you as you sat at the end of your bed, looking at the stick in your hand with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take them long to put two and two together. “Holy shit-” he said as he put his keys on the counter. 

“Seriously Seb,” you said as you looked up at him as the tears slowly dripped down your face. He came over to you and took the test from your hands and looked at you. “How did-” he started to say. “Do I need to explain to you how babies are made?” You said trying to make a joke out of it. He sat down next to you, handing you back your test. He let out a breath. “Does Dean know?” He asked. “No, I just found out.” 

“When do you see him next?” He asked looking at you. He saw you gripping onto the stick and took it out of your hands and gently intertwined his hands with yours. He moved his arm so he could rub your back as he saw your chest start to rise and fall fast. "hey it's okay, it's going to be okay." he said as you turned towards him and silently sobbed into his chest.

"I'm scared Seb, I'm so scared," you said as you continue to let your emotions out. He kissed your head as he heard someone walk through the door of your trailer.

"What's taking you guys so.." Chris Evans said as he repeated Sebastian's exact movement. He looked at the pregnancy test on the floor, then at you and Seb. "Holy-"

"Yeah," you said as you lifted your head off Sebastian's shoulder. you quickly wiped your tears off your face before looking at Chris. "Surprise" while wearing a laughing smile. "How did this happen?" Chris said and he moved to sit on the other side of you. "Do you both not know how babies are made?" you asked looking at the men next to you.

"God no, we know how it's just.." Chris started. "Hard to believe and wrap our minds around." Sebastian finished off. you all sat there in silence, nobody knowing exactly what to say.

"what do I do guys? how do I tell dean?" you finally spoke. "well did you two ever talk about kids? I know you guys have been together for a while but you are young so I don't know if that was in the cards yet." Chris asked as he stroked your hand with his thumb. You and Dean definitely talked about kids, but you both planned on not having them until a year or two after getting married, and you weren't even engaged.

"Yeah but not till later on. What if he isn't ready, I'm not even ready to be a mom yet!" you said as you started to get panicking again. "wait, do you want to keep the baby?" Sebastian asked as he continued to rub your back.

"I think so, I don't know what I want to do. I want to talk to Dean about it though because it is his kid after all," you said. Chris gave your hand a squeeze making you look up at him. "But at the end of the day, it's your choice and you decide what you want to do. Promise me you will make the best choice for yourself," he said as he looked into your eyes. "I promise," you said as you nod your head. He gave your head a quick kiss.

"I know it's been a long," Chris said as he looked at his watch, "10 minutes but do we still want to go grab something to eat or just chill instead?" he asked and he looked at you and Sebastian. "It's up to you doll," Seb said. "I just want to stay in, if that's okay?" you asked your friends.

"Of course, it is, pizza and a movie?" Chris said as he got up, reaching his hand out for you to take. "Sounds perfect" you smiled at him. you gave Chris a big hug as you left out a breath you were holding. "thank you" you said as you looked into his ocean eyes. You turned to face Sebastian and did the same action. "I know it's still probably weird to find out I'm pregnant," you said.

"yep," Chris said

"Definitely." Sebastian as he ran his hand through his hair.

"But I wouldn't want anyone else to be here with me through this. so thank you," you said smiling at them. They brought you in for a group hug until you heard Sebastian's stomach grumble. "Okay, pretty boy here needs some food it sounds like," Chris spoke as he slapped Sebastian back, making him laugh and blush a little. "You two stay here," Sebastian said as he grabbed his keys off the counter. He gave you another kiss on the head before heading off.

Chris grabbed the cozy blanket off the couch before making a dramatic leap onto your bed. You bent down to pick up the sticks and boxes that were on the floor before you heard the Boston accent behind you. "Get your butt over here please, you shouldn't be working so hard," he said looking at you. "Oh I'm sorry, do you want to pick up my pee sticks?" you asked him giving him a smirk. "Nope carry on," he said before taking the remote and turning on a random movie.

You put the sticks on the counter before making your way to your bed. Chris opened his arms and you gladly moved to rest your head on his chest and he rubbed your back. You were grateful for your boys and knew they would be with you every step of the journey, no matter where it takes you.

the end

EXTRA SCENE

You, Seb, and Chris all leaned back against the bed, your head still on Chris's chest. You were watching y/c/m (your comfort movie) when a thought popped into your head.

"you know if I decide to keep this baby, you can't throw me a 21st birthday party," you said as you sat up and lad against the headboard. You hear the boys let out a groan of frustration.

"That was the only reason we became friends with a 16-year-old," Sebastian said looking at you. "We have been waiting for this moment for years," Chris said leaning his head on your shoulder.

"what about on my 22nd birthday, it's still a birthday party and might not affect the breastmilk and alcohol mixture," you suggested.

"I'm good with that. I'm very curious to see how you are drunk," Sebastian said as he looked at you.

"Oh, I know how I behave drunk. Guess you guys just have to wait and see," you said as you leaned back with a smirk. Chris and Sebastian looked at each other.

"WHAT?!?"

[princessamericachavez]

Absolutely unhinged that most of the key developments for Lucy and Tim’s romantic relationships in s4 are centered around each other. The narrative is almost never about their SO. Ashley and Chris were really never anything other than accessories to their development.

I mean, hear me out:

We start the season with the Chenford near-kiss, setting the stage for the next of the season. We know from the last of s3 that they are both starting to feel more for each other. A dance is owed.

Tim meets Ashley, but the whole episode is centered around him and Lucy’s competitive bet.

(A bet Lucy keeps pushing next ep because she has a crush and it’s their way of flirting until he asks her to stop competing)

When Genny comes around, we focus on Lucy’s excitement to meet her (and the curious looks Genny gives them both)

Tim and Ashley are dating and how do we find out? By Lucy’s shocked reaction. (And you can tell she’s slightly hurt, she was getting her hopes up with the flirting earlier). ASHLEY ISNT EVEN IN THE EPISODE AT ALL.

And then that whole episode and the next center around Tim’s past and Lucy finding out about it, being there for him and comforting him. Tim is vulnerable with her. We just found out he’s dating someone else but it’s actually about a step forward for THEM.

Kojo: the whole thing could’ve just been about Tim’s dog. Tbf he’s had it for a good while now and Lucy barely owned Kojo for a couple weeks (at most). But it’s still about “Lucy’s dog”, about her giddy reaction to their fight, about Ashley calling Lucy of all people for advice. First Tim/Ashley fight we see and Lucy is right there in the middle. And it’s no coincidence that Chris is introduced at the end of this episode, because Lucy is letting go.

Chris and Lucy’s initial crash about vulnerable youths is purposefully contrasted with Tim supporting Lucy and Tamara. They both seem hard and morally inflexible but Tim, the narrative tells us, is more compassionate and willing to grow for her.

Also we get an unprompted “are you ok?” from Tim.

“Now you’re all sweet on him?” Wonderful how the apparent Lucy/Chris growth is actually about Tim being jealous.

THE DOUBLE DATE. There’s little I could add here except how obvious the other two “plot accessory” status is. And the show tells us outright.

Not a development for their other relationships but it’s worth noting that Lucy’s conflict about her biodad is a wonderful parallel to Tim’s earlier trauma. He is there for her. While initially callous about it, we also get another completely unprompted check-in “You’ve been quiet.”

(Also incredible how they get paired for the documentary, while the only other pair is a married couple)

There IS one episode that gives Lucy and Chris’s relationship development that is not directly related to Tim, but it is directly related to Rosalind and the barrel (which WAS an extremely important moment for their dynamic). The contrast of how comforting she found Tim After the trauma vs Chris accidentally setting it off again is interesting.

THE WEDDING DANCE. There’s so little I can say about this wonderful scene that hasn’t been said before. Except the heart-eyes and goofy smiles mix is wonderful. Also, they keep looking at each other’s mouths. (Just pointing out how curious it is that neither brought a plus one. Nolan did… but they’ve been in a relationship for a while now and didn’t even think about it?)

INTERESTING that we contrast both of their relationship commitment issues in the same ep. With Lucy not wanting to meet Chris’s mom yet and Tim freaking out over the Hawai trip looking like a proposal.

But what’s more interesting is how the entire proposal misunderstanding is centered around LUCY and her reaction to it. Her uncharacteristic hesitation before she asks. Her hurt face when Tim says he could see himself married to Ashley. Her broken heart when he pretends to propose. (Insane how Chris appears right after, again as an after thought when Lucy is feeling pushed away by Tim)

And finally THE KISS. I mean, Ashley and Chris aren’t even in this episode but I think that’s important. The fact that they both have a SO doesn’t even come up. And when we finally FINALLY get Tim’s ‘oh’ moment, it’s a point where he’s finally realizing (thanks to last ep) that Ashley and him want different things for the future. Whereas Lucy just had her heart pretty brutally broken by him and is feeling dejected and scared to fall for it. It’s the perfect set up for all the s5 pining and misunderstanding.

Anyway, this got way too long but my point stands: everything about Ashley and Chris has been ABOUT CHENFORD and their development.

[andydrysdalerogers]

See - Chris Evans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

You and Chris have been best friends for years. And have been in love with each other for about just as long. And its never been a problem, until a new article made the world see you in a different light...

Warnings: 18+, smut, fluff, angst, accusations of infidelity

A/N: I wrote this as part of a Christmas 2021 challenge for Wattpad but I loved it so much that I wanted to share it here. Please enjoy...

It’s an interesting feeling, being in love with your best friend.  Chris knows this feeling.  Knows the pain of watching her date others and come talk to him about it after.  She is the best kept secret in the world.  The love of his life.

“Hey Robbie!” You yell as you walk into his house.  “Hey Dodge!” as the adorable pup runs up to you to say hi.  “Where is your goofball dad huh?” as you rub his head, you hand covered in kisses. You were the only one to call him Robbie.  Everyone just calls him Chris.

“Hey Honey Bee!” Chris comes into view to see his best friend being kissed to death by his dog. Your nickname came from the fact that you loved flowers and the bees that made them grow. He remembers the day that was established.

“YN, please be careful.  The bees can sting you!” He called as you ran towards the flowers, the 10-year-old in you losing self-preservation.

“The bees give us flowers and honey Robbie!  They are magic!”

Chris shook his fourteen-year-old head. “When you get stung Honey Bee, this is the story I tell!”

“How’s the weather outside?” He asks as he sees the snow stuck to your boots.

“Perfect for a snowball fight! I called Scott and Carly and we’re meeting at the park with the kids.” You jumped around in excitement.  “Whatta ya say Dodgie?  Snow fight?”  Dodger bounces around with you, waiting to get out.

Chris sighs. “Honey Bee is this the best idea?”

“Course it is.  C’mon Robbie, live a little.  Get outside, some sun on your skin.  You can’t stay in here forever.”  You frown at him.  “Don’t let her keep you down.”

Chris hated to be reminded of his last girlfriend, Lily.  Lily was jealous of you and your closeness to Chris.  Even when they doubled.  But the final straw was when Lily gave him an ultimatum.  He chose the love of his life.  Course, she didn’t know that and neither did you.  “Fine, you win.”  He put on his heavy coat and snow gloves while you got Dodger ready.

He drove you to the park and you chattered the entire way.  He loved how you never stayed quiet, always bouncing around, giving life a purpose.  He watched you get through med school and residency, becoming a pediatrician in your home town.  But never once did any of that stop you from always being there for Chris.

Once at the park, you found the rest of Chris’s family and ran as much as you could in the cold.  Stella, his niece, raced towards you and threw herself.  “Auntie YN!”

“Stella-bee!”  You swung her around and then dramatically fell into the snow with her, a myriad of giggles coming from the pile.  You got up and dusted her and yourself off to greet the rest of the family.  You hugged Scott and Steve, his boyfriend, Carly and Miles and Ethan.

“OK, teams,” you said.

“Oh no!” Scott said.  “You are going to team up with Chris and that is a no-go.”

“Scottie!”

“Seriously YN, you guys always team up and we can never win.  So I’m choosing.”  Scott tapped his chin.  “OK, Chris, Steve, Miles and Carly.  That leaves me, YN, Stella and Ethan.”

“Wait, this means I can finally throw things at Robbie?”

“Yep,” Scott said with a pop and a grin.  

“I’m in.  And I’m keeping Dodger.”  You smirk at Chris as you move to your side of the area.  You start to help make some snowballs and plan out your attack.

“Ok, Ethan and Stella, you aim for your mom and Miles.  I’ll aim for Steve and YN, you get Chris. Ready?”

“Ready!” You give a snowball each to the kids.  And you hear Chris yell out, “alright one, two, three!”

The snowballs fly through the air along with squeals and laughter.  Dodger tries to jump and catch the balls, weaving through all the people. Chris just grabs a bunch of snow and dumps it on you, covering you in it.

“Robbie!  It’s down my jacket!” You cry as you start to unzip and shake out the snow.

“Say I win and I’ll help,” Chris says smugly.

“Never!”  You get the jacket off and the snow falls away.  There is some on your face and Chris gently wipes it away from you face.  “Thanks Robbie.”

“Anytime Honey Bee.”  He stares into your eyes and you lose your voice. His eyes are so blue against the snow, his hair the right amount of fluffy.  He’s gorgeous and you’re lost. The air seems to rush by you.  You’re afraid to blink, to break the spell that you are suddenly under.

A snowball hits your arm, breaking the spell and you see Miles giggling at you.  “Oh, that’s it,” you say gathering snow and running after him.

Chris hangs his head.  That was his shot and he blew it.

*

As the family heads to the coffee shop, you walk next to Chris as he holds onto Dodger’s leash.  You’re all chatting, exhausted from the fight but otherwise joyful.  Christmas is a few days away and you were excited.

“Robbie, are still coming to the house for Christmas Eve?”

“Course, Honey Bee.  Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just checking.  Wanna make sure I give you your gift first.” You give him a cheeky gin.  

His heart swells at the thought of you making an effort for him. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Yes I did.  You’re my best friend.”  You nudge him.  “What are friends for?”

Chris sighed.  Friends.  Why couldn’t you just see him as more?  He wrapped his arms around you. “Thanks Honey Bee.” You scoot inside to get a drink and his phone goes off with an alert and he checks it out.  A bold headline stands out.

CHRIS EVANS A CHEATER? EX LILY JAMES CONFIRMS SPLIT RUMORS.

Chris freezes reading the headline.  He clicks on the link as you order from the barista.

Lily James confirmed in an interview with US Weekly that the reason behind split with actor Chris Evans is because he was having an affair with long time friend Dr. YN YLN.  According to James, Evans and Dr. YLN had been childhood friends and were inseparable even amidst his relationship with James.  One wonders more about this friend that he has and why we know nothing about her.  We would have never pegged Captain America as a cheater but I guess you never know.

Chris begins to panic.  This would hit the regular news wire in a matter of hours. Scott comes over.  “Chris? You ok?” Chris simply holds up the phone and stares at you. “Oh, shit.  Chris, you have to tell YN.”

“Tell her what? I’m sorry that Lily is being a bitch?”

“Uh, yeah.  She needs to protect her practice, Chris.”

“Ok, ok.”  You come out from the shop with the kids and Carly, handing his coffee over.  “Hey Honey Bee can we talk?”

“Oo, so serious,” you say with a laugh until you see his face.  “Chris? What’s wrong?”  This isn’t the time for nicknames.

He takes your hand, leaving his family and walks down to the alley.  “YN, there is an article that’s about to explode on the net and I need to tell you about it.”

“OK.  Chris, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  Lily, she gave an interview accusing me of having an affair.”

“Oh, well Chris…”

“With you.”

You stop and look at him. “What?”

“She said the reason why we split is because I was having an affair with you.  She gave your full name in the interview.”

You pale under his gaze.  You turn to look at his family, the adults giving you a look of sympathy.  “She gave my name. She… fuck Chris. My practice, my patients, they are going to freak.”

“I know, I know.  I’m so, so sorry Honey Bee.” He went to rub his hands on your arms but you pulled away. “YN?”

“Why did you bring her here Chris? Why couldn’t you see…” You stop yourself. “I can’t believe this.”

“Honey Bee please, it will be ok.”

“Ok? No, it won’t.  My patients are going to assume I broke up a relationship.  They won’t trust me with their kids.”

“That’s not going to happen.  I’ll make a statement. Anything.  Please let me help.”

“You’ve done enough!”  You can feel the panic starting to rise. “I… I just… I have to go.”  You turn and start to run.

“YN, wait!” But you don’t stop.  Chris gets tangled for a moment with Dodger. You make it over a street where there happens to be a cab.  You jump in and the cab takes off just as Chris made the corner.  “Fuck!”

Scott and Steve had followed.  “Where did she go?”

“She left in a cab.  Scott, what am I going to do?”

**

You ignored all of Chris’s calls and messages.  You decided to stay at your other best friend’s since she lived in a gated community.  The press had found you and had swarmed your home and the office, waiting to get a picture of you.  You were on the phone to your patients, reassuring them that, while, yes, you are friends with Chris, you were not having an affair.  That you were still trustworthy.  That they had broken up months ago.  Anything to keep them on as patients.

“How’s it going sweetie?” Your best friend Sam asked, holding a cup of tea.

“Well, I managed to convince like 90% of my patients not to abandon me,” you say as you take a sip.  “I’ve also said I’m closed for the rest of the year but if it’s a true emergency to call my service.”  You lean back.  “I told him she was trouble but he never listens.”

“YN, c’mon this isn’t Chris’s fault.”

“He brought her into our lives.  And look what happened!”  The tears that had finally subsided were making a full rush back. You take a deep breath.  “I should pack up.  I’m going to my folks’ place for Christmas Eve tomorrow.”

“Have the press found them yet?”

“Thank god no. I’ll just lay low there.”  You start to pack up your laptop and papers.

“YN, can I ask you something but promise you won’t get mad.” Sam chewed her lip.

“You can always ask me anything.”  You smile as you continue cleaning up your mess.

“Is the reason why you are so mad is because you are in love with Chris?”

You stop and look at her.  “What?”

“Seriously YN, we all see it.  Maybe he doesn’t but the rest of us, Scott, Steve, Carly, Shanna, Lisa, Tom, Isabella, they all see it.”

You don’t say anything. You just think back to winter formal.

“OK! I’m coming down,” you say as you carefully make your way down the stairs. You make it down and there waiting was Chris.  He had on a tux with a tie matching your dress. 

“Wow, Honey Bee you look great,” as he kissed your cheek.  He gave you the corsage and your coat and you headed out into the night.  It was awesome that Chris was a senior and could invite anyone but chose you.  You had started developing a crush on him over the summer.  He suddenly turned from awkward Robbie to handsome Chris.

At the dance, you were with your mutual friends when Chris disappeared.  It didn’t bother you much since you were having fun.  Until you went to the bathroom.  And found Chris making out with the head cheerleader.  No, it wasn’t fun after that.  You called your dad to pick you up.

When he got there, you climbed in without a hello.  “Where is Chris?”

“Making out with some girl.”  You were monotone, sadness leaking through.

Your dad wrapped his arm around you.  He knew of your crush.  “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“Its ok, daddy. I guess he’ll always just be my best friend.”

“I’m not in love with him.  He’s a meatball with bad taste in women.”  You pick up your bag and hugged your friend.  “Have a nice Christmas Sam.”

“I love you YN.  Be safe and say hi to your folks.”

Sam watches as you drive off.  She picks up her phone to make a call.

Hello?

“She’s going to her folks.  I would make a grand gesture because she’s pissed.”

Thanks Sam.

**

Your parents’ house has always been a comfort zone for you.  When you moved to the neighborhood, Lisa was the first to greet your mom, her kids in tow.  You hid behind your mother until a boy just asked if you wanted to play tag.  It was the start of a beautiful friendship.  At least until recently.

As you pushed the door open, you mom called out.  “YN! Is that you?”

“Yeah Ma, it’s me!” You called back.

Your mother came out of the kitchen to engulf you in a hug.  The past few days had been extremely trying and since you didn’t have Chris, your mom and Sam had been your comforts.  You held onto your mom for dear life.  “It’s ok, my baby.  Everything is going to be ok.”

“I know ma.  I talked to my patients, and I saved most of them.  I had to delete all my socials because I just kept getting so much hate mail.” You sit with her in the kitchen.

“Have you talked to Chris?”

You shook your head.  “No, I mean what can he say?  What can I say?  I was awful to him, but I was just so mad.  He looks for every other girl before he looks at me.”

“I know sweetie.  But you know, love sometimes needs a few turns to finally find the right path.”

Your mother’s words sink in but you want to ignore them for now. “I can’t think about this Ma.  Let’s just get prepped for tomorrow.”

**

Chris hadn’t slept well in the days since the article went public.  He saw the photos that the paparazzi took of you leaving your home and office that first day.  He was going to make it over to your place but when he drove by all the lights were out. He called and texted but no response. He could see everything was read but you didn’t respond.  Your words played in his head.

Why did you bring her here Chris? Why couldn’t you see…

What was it you wanted him to see?  Finally, Sam sent him a message letting him know you were ok and staying with her. He was relieved you were safe but still sad that you wouldn’t let him in.

Why couldn’t you see…

He called Lily in an attempt to see why she had done it.  She blew him off.  “You only ever wanted YN.  I’m surprise that you haven’t gotten married yet,” she sneered at him before hanging up.  He sat on his couch, Dodger’s head on his lap and he closed his eyes.

“YN, this is my friend and co-worker Frank Grillo.  Frank this is my best friend Dr. YN YLN.”

“It’s nice to meet you Frank,” you chirped.

“It’s nice to finally meet the famous YN.”  Frank flashed that smile Chris knew well from their night on the town.  “Would you like to get a drink?”

“Would love one.”  You took his arm and he led you to the bar.  Sebastian came up to Chris and clapped his back. 

“YN seems like a nice girl.  Smart too.  You said she was a doctor, right?”

“Pediatrician,” Chris said, never taking his eyes off of you.

“So, when are you going to tell her that you are in love with her?”

Chris finally turned to Sebastian.  “Excuse me?”

“Are you dense Chris?  The way you talk about her, I honestly though she was your girl.  But no, you’re not and now you are shooting daggers at Grillo because he went to have a drink with her.”

Chris threw back the rest of his drink. “Oh shit,” he mumbled.

“So go get her Chris.”

“I can’t Seb.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m with Jenny.”

Sebastian shook his head.  “It’s like Steve Rogers has been reincarnated in you.  You are not with Jenny.  You didn’t even bring her to the premier. You are not together.  Why am I spelling this out for you?”

They both watch as Frank and you laugh at something. You touch his arm and he whispered something to you to make you blush.  Chris grinds his teeth.

“You should tell her.  Before it’s too late.”

Ever since that night, Chris wrestled with his feelings.  He didn’t want to lose you as his best friend.  His rock, his peace. But he wanted to find out if the fight was worth it. He picked up the phone and called his publicist.

Why couldn’t you see…

**

Christmas eve was upon Sudbury.  The lights on your parents’ house twinkle as voices from the friends and family that had arrived to celebrate floated up to your room.  You sat on your bed, wishing you could go back and change the last week.  You stared at the gift in front of you.

To Robbie, Love Honey Bee.

A lone tear fell when you realized you wouldn’t be first like always. You wiped it away and went downstairs. Mingling with everyone, you didn’t notice that Lisa was there until you bumped into her.  “God, Lisa, I’m so sorry.”

“Its ok sweetie.”  She hugged you hard.  “How have you been?”

“Surviving.  Damage control is hard,” you said with a laugh.  You swallowed and looked around.

“He’s not here.”

“I wasn’t…”

“He said he wanted to respect your wishes.”  Lisa studied your face as she watches it fall.

“Oh. Ok, well I need to get a drink.  Excuse me.” You left her there and headed to the kitchen.  But you grabbed your coat and headed to the back.  There was a swing and a tree from when you were a kid that you loved to think on.  You sat in the cold on Christmas Eve and tried to clear your mind.  But you couldn’t.  All the memories, the history, swirled around you.  You pulled out your phone and just sent a message.

I’m sorry.

You didn’t know what else to say.

It had to been close to an hour that you sat on the swing, rocking back and forth, hoping for a reply that was looking like it would never come.  Silence deserved.  You had been a horrible friend.  A ping on your phone made you jump and you saw a link.  Clicking on it, you took in the headline.

CHRIS EVANS MAKES RARE STATEMENT: PLEASE LEAVE MY FIANCÉ ALONE.

You stare at the headline when a snowball hits you in the leg.  You look up to see Chris at the gate. “That goes out tomorrow,” he says, walking towards you.

“Fiancé?”

“Yeah, about that.”  He kneeled down in front of you and took your hands. “Honey Bee, let me first say again how sorry I am that you were put in the middle of this. But I’m not sorry at the same time because it’s pushing me to do what I’ve wanted to do for a long time.  You are the breath of fresh air, the peace in the woods, the stone that ripples my stillwater world.  You are my best friend and I’d be an idiot not to tell you that I love you so much.  Not just as a friend. I’ve been in love with you for years and I just didn’t know how to tell you. But I know its you. Its always been you. And when I see a future, I only see a future with you.  I know we haven’t dated and we can take as much time as you want but please, be my wife.  Spend the rest of your life with me. Marry me?”

He held up a box and pinched it open.  There sat a single solitaire, simple and classic.

“Chris,” you whispered.

“I’ll do anything for you.  I did see, Honey Bee.  I see you.”

You don’t say anything.  Just wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you close.  He can feel you sobbing and he just comforts, stoking your hair and whispering comforting words.  After a moment, you pull away.  “Do you think the medical board will let me change my last name?”

He smiles and slides the ring on your hand.  “We’ll make it happen Dr. Evans.  I love you.”

“I love you too.” And you finally share your first kiss.  A kiss worth waiting for, so full of passion that its impossible to believe that it took 25+ years of friendship to get you there.

“She said yes!” You turn to see Scott jumping up and down as everyone one else is looking from the windows. You look right at your parents and nod and then they start cheering and hugging Lisa.  Chris picks you up and swings you around both of you laughing.

You made it inside and received all the congratulations, never letting go of Chris’s hand.  It was close to midnight, Christmas on the horizon.  You dragged Chris up to your room.  “Here,” you said as you handed him the gift.

“What’s this?”

“I wanted to be first,” you said with a shrug.

“Technically I was first,” Chris smirked.

“Ok, I could take it back,” reaching for the gift.

“No, no, no take backs,” he says holding it above his head.  You jump fruitlessly, and he laughs.  He finally opens its.  He takes in the book.

ALL THE REASONS WHY I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU

He opens and see your photos, from the years before.  “Honey Bee,” he whispers.

“I’ve been in love with you too Robbie.”  You kiss him gently. He pulls you in closer and harder, wanting to go back to your taste, a taste he never thought he would get to have.

“Stay with me tonight.” He whispers against your lips.

You are dizzy from the kiss. “ok.”  You went back downstairs to say goodbye to everyone.

Chris barely makes it through the door before he has you pinned against it, his mouth moving ferociously against yours.  He pushes off your coat and sweater and then does the same before he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him and he carries you to his bed. He set you down and works on removing your shirt as you do the same. “I have been dreaming about this for years,” he tells you.

“Me too Robbie.” You kiss his chest as you work on his belt.  But he lifts you up and settle with you on the bed, kissing your jawline and neck, finding that sweet spot that has you rolling your hips and moaning softly.  You decide to try something. “Baby, please?”

Chris stops, hearing the pet name.  “Oh sweetheart, you don’t know what that does to me.”  He continues his assault on your neck as one hand is in your hair and the other trails south.  He touches you over your pants and you mewl, wanting more.  He gets to his knees, straddling you.  “Honey Bee, tell me you want this?”

You don’t hesitate.  “I want this, Robbie.  I want you.”  Chris grasps the hem of your pants and pulls them down, taking your panties with them.  You pant at the debauched look he gives you before he lies down lower on the bed.  He kisses the inside of your thighs, loving the soft sighs he was pulling.

“Tell me you’re mine. Please Honey Bee, I need to know that you are mine.”

“Always, Robbie.  I’ve always been yours.”

Chris dives in, licking and sucking like a man starved.  You buck and move, the intense pleasure he is bring driving you to the edge. “Chris!” You scream as he brings you closer and closer.

“God, hearing my name on your lips is going to make this faster than it should, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t stop,” you cry.

“Couldn’t make me even if you tried.” He continues on, adding his fingers in.  “You are truly a Honey Bee, because this tastes like honey.  Let go Honey Bee.  Let go for me.  Cum all over me YN.”

Its your name that finally has you releasing all over him with a long moan of his name.  He helps work you through it and then climbs up to lay on you.  He kisses you so you can taste yourself and he lines himself.  He stops, “should i….”

“Just do it Chris.  Because I don’t care if I end up with your baby.  As long as I have you.”

Chris pushes in, hornier than ever hearing your words.  “Oh Honey Bee, I AM putting a baby in here.” He feels you tighten, and he has to stop for fear of cumming too early. “You feel like heave Honey Bee.”

“Robbie, please,” you plead, wanting him to move.  “Please, I need you.”

He starts slowly and gets faster as he feels how wet you are for him.  “God I’m an idiot,” he grunts.

“Why?” You gasped.

“Because if I was just braver, I would have been here so much sooner,” as he raises your leg to his waist to get deeper. You can’t say anything, being too filled with his cock and his words.  You can feel yourself getting closer and so can he.  “C’mon baby, one more.  Let go for me, Dr. Evans.”

You cum with a scream and Chris thrust a couple of more times before he moans your name and cums, filling you up.  He slows and you both try to gather your breath.  He slides gently out and grabs a towel to clean you and himself up.  He lays back down and pulls you to his chest.  “This has to be the best Christmas ever.” He looks at you but you’re fast asleep, gripping his side as if you are afraid that he will leave you.  He chuckles softly.  “I’m not going anywhere Honey Bee.”

**

You wake up in the morning, alone and are confused.  You’re in Chris’s room but he’s not there.  Until you see a note on the bed.

Took Dodger for a run. I’ll be back to make breakfast.  We don’t have to be at Ma’s until tonight.  Love you, C.

You smile and realize that this is your life now.  You find Chris’s shirt and some boxer and head to the bathroom and clean up.  Your phone keeps buzzing as the article has hit the web.  You check and there are a lot of congratulations messages, also links to the article.  You click on one to read.

Chris Evans made a rare comment yesterday concerning the rumors of an affair with his long-time friend, Dr. YN YLN. “While I was in a committed relationship for a time with Ms. James, I did not have an affair with anyone while I was with her.  Our decision to split was due to personal differences and happen many months ago.  Dr. YLN has been a great friend for many years and just recently became something more.  I ask that you respect our privacy as we celebrate Christmas together and plan out our wedding.

Your eyes tear up reading.  You hear the door open and Dodger running around.  You run downstairs and throw yourself in his arms.  “Whoa, Honey Bee are you ok?”

“I saw the article, you cocky brat. How did you know I was going to say yes?”

“Would you say no?”

“That’s not the point.”  And you wrap your arms around his neck, on your tippy toes to kiss him. “Love you, Robbie.”

“Love you too Honey Bee.  Merry Christmas.”

[alisonsfics]

fading spark

pairing: chris evans x wife!reader

request: “can i request an angsty fic/blurb with chris please where him and the reader are slowly beginning lose the spark in their relationship and become more distant as time goes on? maybe their friends and family around them realise it but not them?” - anonymous

word count: 2.2k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, praise kink, oral ( f receiving), masturbation for like a split second, dirty talk, angst, swearing, minors DNI

You headed towards the front door when you heard the door bell ring again. You weaved in and out of the people and eventually made it to the door. You opened it and welcomed in more guests.

Your husband, Chris, had recently won an Academy Award for a movie he starred in. So, you decided to throw a party to celebrate his success. You hadn’t even seen Chris all night, you were too busy being a hostess.

You leaned against the back of the door, sighing as you finally had five seconds to yourself. One of your closest friends, Katherine, walked over to you with two glasses of wine.

“You look like you could use this.” She said, handing you a glass. You nodded while accepting the drink. “I think everyone is here, let’s go talk. You need a break anyway.” She told you, heading towards your back porch. You followed her outside, and you both took a seat on the chairs you had set out.

“So, how have you been? I feel like I’ve been so busy that I haven’t seen you in ages.” You said, turning to face her. She took a sip of her wine. “I’ve been really good. How have you and Chris been?” She asked, with a cautious expression.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard her question. “Chris and I are fine. Wait why? Why wouldn’t be fine?” You asked her. She clearly knew something, but you didn’t know what it was.

“I was just asking.” She lied. You just stared back at her. “Bullshit. You’re my best friend, I know when you’re lying. Just tell me what you meant. Did Chris do something that I don’t know about?” You asked her.

She placed her hand on top of yours before she answered you. “No, nothing like that. I’m just worried about the two of you. I’m not trying to stress you out. I’m just concerted. I remember when you both started dating. It impossible for you to keep your hands off each other. You guys have been together for six years, and you never really got out of the honeymoon phase. But recently, you both just seem distant.” She told you.

You didn’t know what to say. You were simply speechless. You sat there in silence as you processed what she told you. “Do you think he doesn’t love me anymore?” You asked, your voice breaking.

Her eyes went wide. “No, no, no, honey. That’s not what I meant at all. It’s just weird seeing you both not all lovey dovey. I thought maybe something had happened. I wanted to be here for if you both got in a fight or something. If nothing happened, then you’re fine. All couples go through rough spots. Everything will be fine.” She told you, pulling you into a hug.

For the rest of the night, it was all you could think about. You were notorious for overthinking, but this was next level. You had thinking about every aspect of your relationship with Chris. You couldn’t even remember the last time he kissed you. Above all, you didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed until Katherine brought it up.

Your eyes landed on Chris, on the other side of the room. He was telling one of his friends a story with a giant smile on his face. “You alright, honey?” Someone asked you. You turned around and saw Chris’ mom, Lisa.

You were holding back tears at this point. You pursed your lips, trying desperately not to cry. Her expression softened instantly, and she pulled you into a hug.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked her. She nodded her head, holding your hands in hers. Lisa was family to you, and you went to her for advice often.

“Do you think Chris still loves me?” You asked her, not able to look her in the eyes. She felt every emotion you were feeling from the heartbroken expression on your face. “Did something happen?” She asked you, softly.

You shook your head. “We’ve just been really distant. I’m just worried about it. I really don’t want him to fall out of love with me. Maybe I haven’t been good at showing it recently, but he is my everything.” You said, wiping away the rouge tear that rolled down your cheek.

“If I know one thing, it’s that my son loves you more than anything in the world. Maybe you’ve both been busy, but he still loves you. But I’m assuming you came to me because you were wondering what to do?” She asked you. You nodded your head, truly looking to her for support. “Talk to him. Maybe not right now, but talk to him tonight. Tell him how you’ve been feeling. You both can work this out. You both are so strong and you love each so much.” She told you, pulling you in for a final hug.

You thanked her for the advice before going to talk to one of your friends. You felt more optimistic about your relationship, and you were looking forward to a chance to talk to Chris alone.

After everyone left, you and Chris focused on cleaning up all the food and trash from the party. Neither one of you said a word, but it was first time you both had done something together in weeks. It was refreshing. Afterwards, you both walked to your bedroom to get ready for bed.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, taking off your jewelry. You weren’t really focusing on what you were doing. Your mind was somewhere else. You were trying to make sure you knew what you wanted to say to Chris.

You were so zoned out that you didn’t see him appear in the doorway of the bathroom. “Hi,” he said, softly. He knew you were zoned out, and he didn’t want to scare you.

You turned to face him and saw him standing there in a t-shirt and sweatpants. “My mom told me that you talked to her.” He said with a sadness in his tone.

You just nodded your head, giving him a weak smile. “What did I do?” He asked you, his volume barely above a whisper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?” You asked.

“My mom said you thought I didn’t love you anymore. That is my worst nightmare. What did I do to make you feel like that?” He asked, his voice breaking. You could see all of the emotion in his eyes. “It wasn’t something you did. We both have just been distant recently, don’t you think? When was the last time that we spent time together or the last time we kissed? I can’t even remember…” you responded.

“How do we fix this?” He asked, as he looked down at the floor. You had been wondering the same thing. You reached out to hold his hands. “I don’t know,” your voice cracked as you said it.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you against him. You balled up his t-shirt in your hands, while you both stood there in silence. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want to work to fix this. I don’t want to give up. I love you.” You told him. He pressed a kiss against your temple.

“I love you too. I could never give up on us. How about once a week we have dinner? Just the two of us, no distractions.” He suggested. It was certainly a start. “I would like that.” You said, looking up into his eyes.

He brushed some of your hair out of your face. “Sweetheart, let me make love to you. Let me prove how much I love you. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to show you how beautiful you are.” He said, placing kisses up and down your neck.

You leaned your head to the side, giving him more access. His name fell effortlessly from your lips as his hands grabbed your ass through your jeans.

“Make love to me, Chris.” You begged him. His sweatpants started to feel tight just from you begging for him. It had been a while since you both had had sex. Neither one of you had realized how much you needed each other.

He grabbed at the back of your thighs, lifting you up off the ground. He attached his lips to yours as he walked into your bedroom. It felt like your first time again. It was electric.

He laid you down on the bed, crawling on top of you. He kissed you, kissed you hard. You could already feel yourself throbbing, and Chris had barely done anything yet. His fingers swiftly moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.

A groan fell from his lips as he laid eyes on your breasts. “I’ve missed being this close with you, sweetheart.” He told you, before unclipping your bra. He laid a trail of kisses down the valley between your breasts.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he moved to take off your jeans. He pulled the denim down your legs, eventually tossing them to the side. You opened your eyes for a moment and saw Chris’ face between your legs. It was enough for you to whimper. He was so close to where you needed him.

“I’m going, baby. I promise.” He said, hooking his fingers into your panties and pulling them off of you. You could feel his warm breath against your folds. “Need you so bad,” you mumbled, squirming as you waited for him to touch you.

Then, he placed a kiss right on your clit. He moved on to licking harsh stripes through your folds. Whimpers and moans fell from your lips as he buried his face between your legs.

“So good,” you said, breathlessly. You reached down and wrapped your fingers in his hair. Your hips bucked against his face. The sounds coming from his mouth only turned you on more.

He hummed against your clit, causing you to call out his name. “Chris, ohh— more,” you begged him. He changed between sucking on your clit and drawing figure eights with his tongue.

You started to arch your back against the bed. You knew you were close. Your toes began to curl as you waited for your orgasm. “I’m gonna— fuck,” you called out, as you came on his face. He lapped up all your arousal before coming up to kiss you. “That feel good, honey?” He asked you, moving your hair out of your face.

You just nodded as you caught your breath. Your eyes were still closed as you tried to recover from your orgasm. Chris stood up and quickly got rid of his clothes. You heard a groan from him that made you open your eyes.

You saw him kneeling on the bed, jerking himself off. “Oh fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. You felt a pit forming in your stomach. “I’m thinking about you, sweetheart. Thinking about how good you feel wrapped around me.” He told you. A whimper escaped your legs as you rubbed your legs together.

You got up on your knees, facing him. You pulled his hand away from his cock. His eyes shot open. You pushed him, so he was sitting with his back against the headboard.

“Say it again.” You told him. He smirked, knowing the effect that his words had on you. “I was thinking about your pretty pussy, sweetheart. I was thinking about how good it feels when I’m deep inside you.” He told you, earning a moan from you.

You rested your hands on his shoulders. He leaned in and buried his face in your neck, softly sucking on the skin. As he did that, you lined yourself up and slid down onto his cock.

He threw his head back, multiple profanities falling from his lips. “So tight, honey. It’s been too long since I stretched you out.” He said, grabbing your hips. You pulled away and then sank back down onto him. He used his tight grip on your hips to effortlessly lift you up and down.

Each time it felt like he reached deeper inside of you. “You get yourself off on my cock, sweetheart. I need to play with these gorgeous tits.” He said, grabbing both of your breasts that were bouncing as you thrusted onto him.

Both of you were moaning freely. It had been so long since you both had had sex, that you both were almost ready to cum already. You could feel the tightening in your stomach.

“I love you, you know that right?” Chris said, grabbing your hips and helping you as your thrusts started to falter. “I love you too, so much.” Your voice came out airy and breathless.

With that, you both fell over the edge, your bodies collapsing against each other. “I love you.” He repeated, pressing kisses to your sweaty forehead.

“I’m sorry that I let us get so distant. I’ve missed you, and not just the sex even though that was amazing.” You told him, laughing softly. He chuckled and kissed you softly. “You’re right. That was amazing.” He said, before getting up to grab a washcloth.

He cleaned you both up and then got into bed beside you. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am to be your husband?” He asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I’d say just as lucky as I am to be your wife.” You told him, as you snuggled into his side.

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - chapter 18 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Abigail and Chris make up and decide for an impromptu photoshoot.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Usage of THAT photoshoot 0.0

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

‘So,’ I tell Honey and the rest of the apparent demonic goat gang–though I think they are more of an angelic goat gang, because those faces are so damn adorable–‘Chris was a total idiot and I hate myself for falling for him.’

Honey bleats and I interpreted like she’s agreeing with me on Chris being a total idiot. 

‘Sy is currently weighing the pros and cons of murdering him, and I think Livia talked to Chris, because that’s what she always does. I just don’t know what to tell him when he does manage to come here.’

It’s now Honey’s mom's turn to bleat.

‘You think I should tell him to fuck off?’ I ask her. ‘That is what I most likely want to do. He really broke my heart, you know.’

Mom bleats loudly again, and jumps away. ‘You agree with me, right?’ 

Honey jumps up and down in front of me, begging for some attention. ‘I’m currently asking for love advice from goats. I think I’ve reached another low point in life.’ I sigh deeply. 

I never thought Chris and I could be together as a couple. I dreamed of it, obviously, hoped even, but every time we would get close, something would happen. It was like the universe was telling us it was a bad idea. 

So when he showed up again a few days ago, and asked me to the benefit as his date, I started to think that maybe our time had come. But yet again, the universe had different plans. 

However unlike the other times we were interrupted, Chris could have done something about it. He could, no should, have said something. 

I thought about that moment over and over, and my anger has made place for disappointment. But the anger was still there. 

The front door opens, and I hear Sy coming out. I turn around, and he gives me a little wave before he gets in his truck while waving with grocery bags. I turn my attention back to the goats, thinking about the situation over and over. 

After Sy left the ranch, it takes approximately five minutes before Chris walks onto our land. Which tells me he has been lurking. 

I want to say he needs to leave, that he can drop dead for all I care about and that he needs to go back to Bethany, however I don’t say that, because I don’t mean it. Deep down I’m glad he continues on to try to talk to me and with Sy away, we maybe can talk to each other. Dealing with one stubborn Syverson twin at a time might be hard enough already.

But what do I say to him?

Chris slowly approaches, and doesn’t say a word as he stands next to me, keeping a safe distance between us. 

‘Can we talk?’ 

I thought I wanted to talk to him, but hearing his voice and him say the word ‘talk’ actually awakens the anger in me. ‘Talk? So, now you have something to say?’

‘Abi, I’m sorry. None of that should have happened.’ Chris sounds nervous. He even looks nervous, shifting from his left to his right foot. ‘I shouldn’t have let her talk to you like that.’

I snort, followed by a fake laugh. ‘And why didn’t you say that when that skinny bitch was hanging around your neck? That’s the moment you should have talked.’ I spat out. ‘But it was clear you’d rather be there with her anyways, not me.’ 

‘I freaked out. Seeing her was difficult. But I did not want to be there with her. I wanted to be there with you, only you.’ He inches closer, and because in my heart I want to believe him, I let him. 

‘So, because you freaked out, you let her talk to me like that?’

He rubs the back of his neck, and he opens his mouth a couple times before he finally talks again. ‘I’m so sorry.’

‘Chris, you just don’t get it,’ I say to him. ‘I’ve never been someone’s first choice. You have, you are always the first choice, but not me and I am sick of being second.’ Sick of being your second. 

He falls silent for a moment. I feel like going crazy, I want to kick him out of the barn, to be alone again. ‘I’m sick of you walking out on me,’ I add with a small voice. 

‘You’ve never been a second choice,’ Chris suddenly says, scraping his throat. 

‘What do you mean?’ I scratch Honey behind her ears, unable to keep my hands still. What does this mean? 

‘You’re mine.’ He scratches his beard, and when I look to the side, I don’t see the usual confident Chris. No, I see the insecure Chris, the Chris who is looking for words he cannot find, the Chris who wishes he could disappear through the floor. Usually, when I saw this Chris, he would make sure he would get out of the situation as soon as possible. But he was still standing next to me, not making a move to leave. 

‘I’ll always pick you first, Abi. I know I’m not great at showing that, and I’m so sorry for that. I wished I acted differently at the benefit. I guess I was overwhelmed, not prepared for something like that to happen. That is not an excuse, let that be clear,’ Chris says. ‘I hate that I hurt you.’

Chris had never been a man of many words, especially not emotional ones, so hearing him say this, meant something for me. 

Now it was my turn to fall silent. He’d pick me first. Pick me first how? 

‘I promise you, I’ll never let something like that happen again, okay?’ He softly grabbed my hand, and nudged his shoulder against mine. ‘And I will never walk out on you again. I know I did, but that was the biggest mistake I ever made.’

‘Okay,’ I smile and I turn to look forward to him. ‘But seriously, not another time. I cannot handle that,’ I add. Chris nods, and I can tell he knows I’m serious. ‘This does not mean I have forgiven you 100%.’ 

‘I know.’ 

We look back at the goats, watching as Honey chases her mom. 

I think about what we just said, and while it was a good talk. I still had questions. I still need to know what he meant. What did he mean when he said he’ll always pick me first? I want to ask, but I’m also terrified by the answer. What if it’s not what I want it to be? Or what if it is what I want to hear?  

‘What do you mean by always picking me first?’ I ask, my heart racing. I had to ask, and I know it was now or never. If the moment was over, I knew I would never ask. 

‘What do you want it to mean?’ Chris throws a curveball, a smile toying on his lips. 

I take a moment to think about the answer. I do know what I want, but I also know I’m terrified to actually say it. 

‘Do you mind if I take a little time to answer that?’ I stare at my hands, avoiding Chris’ gaze. I am speaking the truth, I need more time to be honest with him. I need more time to open myself up, to let him in. 

‘Anything you need.’ Chris softly grabs my chin, and makes me look at him. His eyes bore into mine, and I feel like my entire body is on fire. I’ve been through so many emotions in the last couple of minutes, and I feel like my body is about to explode. Especially with Chris touching me. 

The green shirt he’s wearing is driving me insane. I need to get out of here, before I do things without sorting my thoughts out. 

‘Why don’t I grab my camera, and we go out for a walk?’ I suggest. 

●・○・●・○・●

Chris and I walk through the forest, and chit chat about daily life in Sapphire Falls versus Chicago. I feel a sting in my heart when he tells me about life in the latter. One day I hope to see it with my own eyes, to live a life like that myself. 

Maybe with him by my side. 

He did hurt me, but maybe I overreacted. I tend to react quickly to situations, while Chris had always needed a moment to react. Outside the basketball court at least. 

‘I’m glad I brought my sunglasses today,’ Chris says, pulling me out of my thoughts. ‘I love a bit of sunshine in December, but damn, this is insane.’ 

I laugh, the weather in Sapphire Falls has always been weird in the winter. It could either be stone cold or fairly warm. Snow on the other hand rarely happened. 

Today is one of those days where it was fairly warm. Chris had already left his jacket at the barn, and I left my jacket home as well, wearing a sweater being warm enough. 

We approach Honey Bee Farm again, and Chris lowers his speed. ‘You have not taken a picture of me today,’ he abruptly says. 

‘Do you want me to take a picture of you?’ I chuckle. Photographing this man was not unpleasant to say the least. 

‘Hell yeah!’ He stops walking, and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Where do you want me?’

‘Just walk around I guess?’ I lift my camera up, and start taking pictures of him as he moves around, picking up random items lying around the farm. 

He suddenly runs away, disappearing behind some bushes. ‘Where are you going?!’ I yell after him. 

‘Look what I’ve found!’

I walk around the bushes, to find him stretched out on a lounge chair. At first I want to laugh, but seeing him sprawled out makes my heart beat faster. 

Quickly I raise my camera, capturing the moment. He even had the audacity to unbutton the shirt, to reveal his chest tattoos. 

Chris moves around on the old lounge chair, while I give him directions on where to look. The looks he throws at me are sending shivers down my spine. 

Before I could turn into a puddle, the lounge chair starts making a noise. And another one. 

A loud cracking sound followed, and Chris suddenly wasn’t on the chair anymore, but on the grass underneath. 

We burst out in laughter, and I tighten the grip on my camera. 

All of a sudden we hear a truck driving onto the driveway. Sy’s back. 

‘I think I should go, before Sy murders me,’ Chris says and we had finally stopped laughing. 

‘That might be a good idea. I should tell him he can stop sharpening his axes,’ I smile. 

Chris shakes his head, and pulls me in for a hug. I rest my chin on his shoulder, and take in his scent. A little musky, earthy. 

The hug lasts a little longer than the usual ones, and once we let each other go, I start thinking maybe I should let Chris back in, to see what could happen.

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Panic and Stress

Chris Evans x Adopted Daughter!Reader

Summary: After Chris adopted you he discovered that you had been hiding something from everyone.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Dizzy spells, Nausea, Fainting.

Requested on Wattpad

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The day Chris adopted you was one of the best days of your life. After spending most of your life in the care system you had started to give up any hope of ever finding a family. When you were told that Chris Evans was visiting the orphanage, you felt excited. However, you ended up in bed sick all day. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to have dizzy spells or to collapse. Despite it happening frequently, you never saw a doctor about them. Preferring to just sleep it off. To say you were disappointed was an understatement and had spent most of the day crying and cursing yourself for being sick that day of all days.

You were completely shocked though when you heard a knock on the door and Captain America himself walked into the room. He told you that one of the girls you shared a room with said you were sick and that he didn’t want you to miss out. You never smiled as much as you did that day.

**Flashback**

Feeling like you were falling through your bed and the room around you was spinning. You heard the others laughing and it made you feel even worse. Amelia, who was your closest friend, offered to stay with you but it felt cruel to make her miss out. You just lied in bed with someone coming to check on you every so often. 

There was a knock at the door again and prepared yourself for another check up. When the door opened you saw not only Amelia but Chris Evans standing behind her. 

Slowly you sat up in bed so that you didn’t go dizzy again and beckoned them in. They walked in and made their way over to your bed.

“I heard you were sick and wanted to come say ‘hi’; I hope that’s alright?” Chris said with a smile. You nodded your head at him.

“Thank you.” To say you were nervous was an understatement. You had seen some of his movies that were kid friendly and you knew he was a big deal. Chris sat with you for a while before he had to go again. You pulled your phone out and took a picture with him before he left.

**End of Flashback**

Chris doesn’t know what it was about you but when he first saw you he knew you were meant to be his daughter. He had always wanted to be a Dad and he knew he wasn’t getting any younger or any closer to having a ‘traditional’ family. After the day at the orphanage, Chris went home and told his Mom all about you. At some point, his Mom pointed out that he had already formed an attachment to you and that he should look into adopting you.

After his conversation with his Mom, Chris went back to the orphanage. Staff there helped him through adoption assessments and he already knew that he was going to be adopting you. The assessment went well and not only could he provide for you emotionally and financially, he had a family around him as a support system for you.

The day Chris told you he was adopting you, you couldn’t stop smiling. You met with him plenty of times at this point and each time he was more and more sure that he wanted to adopt you. The girls you shared a dorm with were all excited and a little jealous. It was the topic of conversation for weeks with them all making you promise to keep in touch.

It was a long process. However, soon enough you were able to call Chris your Dad. Before the papers went through you met his entire family and loved all of them. Scott especially formed a relationship with you. They all made sure that you were welcome from day one and you never felt like you were an outsider. You would have three younger cousins and all of them instantly grew attached to you.

The day you became Y/N Evans, was a day of celebration. Coincedently, the official date of your adoption was Chris’ birthday. Naturally, there was a party with his - now your - whole family and Chris told you that you were the best birthday present he could ask for.

Everything was great for a while after you were adopted. You were kept out of the public eye for the most part, however, it was public knowledge that Chris Evans had an adopted daughter and Scott sometimes posted a picture of you on social media. You stayed in Massachusetts for the most part and went to school there. Your Grandma was more than happy for you to stay with her whilst your Dad was out of town for his job. 

One day you were out with Chris, just spending the day together. He had been away filming for a while and wanted to have a father-daughter day with you. You hadn’t had many dizzy spells since he adopted you and it was probably due to the fact that you were no longer as stressed as you were before. You and Chris were getting some food when you first started to feel strange. 

Putting it down to just being hungry, you didn’t say anything. Chris noticed you being unusually quiet but didn’t question you. 

“So what have you been up to recently?” Chris asked as you sat down to eat.

“Not much. Grandma has been mostly helping me with homework and stuff and Aunt Carly has been over with Ethan, Miles and Stella, so that has been fun.” You told him. He smiled at you and watched you eat, well not eat.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating Y/N.” 

“I don’t know, just not feeling great. I’ll be alright in a little while.” Chris nodded unsure but decided to let the subject drop, choosing to keep an eye on you instead.

For the rest of the day you kept having dizzy spells and felt really unwell. Just as you were making your way over to the car you saw a bunch of people waiting for your Dad. Normally in Boston you didn’t have to worry about the paparazzi but every so often they would find out where Chris was.

When they saw that you were with your Dad they went even crazier. As not many pictures of you were out there and even less of you with your Dad, they all started trying to get a picture of you. They started shouting at you trying to get your attention. Chris put his arm around you and pulled you into his side to shield you from the cameras.

“Keep your head down.” Chris whispered in your ear. “You’re doing great sweetheart.” He pulled you towards the car as your breathing grew heavier. You felt your chest tighten and you felt yourself zoning out a bit. You knew you were having a panic attack. You tried to hide it from your Dad until you were out of sight from the paparazzi. Trying to focus on your breathing, you could hear your Dad talking to you but you didn’t know what he was saying.

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?” Chris asked in a raised voice but a soft tone, trying to catch your attention. He could see that your eyes were not focused on anything and that you were breathing irregularly. He himself has had enough panic attacks to understand what was going on. He made it his priority to get you back to the car. 

You felt Chris grip your shoulder with his hadn’t in an attempt to ground you. Eventually you made it back to the car but you were too far gone to be able to calm down. Chris did some breathing exercises and the 5,4,3,2,1, method with you. 

Soon enough you calmed down enough for Chris to get you home. On the drive you sat there quietly just watching out the window. You started to feel dizzy again and you were doing everything you could to calm it down. You closed your eyes, feeling exhausted as the adrenaline from the panic attack started to wear off. 

Chris kept looking over at you wondering if this was the first panic attack you had had. The rest of the ride home was quiet as you rested and tried to stop the dizziness. As your Dad pulled up into the driveway you opened your eyes. You went to get out of the car but as soon as you felt your feet hit the floor the dizziness got worse and before you could do anything, everything went black. 

*

You woke up on the couch. You groaned slightly at the flood of light that hit your eyes. Feeling confused, you went to sit up but you were quickly stopped by Chris who gently pushed you back down. 

“Lay down Y/N/N.” Chris told you gently. “I’ll go get you some water.” Chris went into the kitchen to get you a glass of water before coming back and helping you sit up.

“What happened?” You asked softly.

“You fainted, Y/N. Has this ever happened before?” He asked.

“A couple of times before you adopted me but I always slept it off.”

“Okay, well we'll sort this out Y/N. Whatever you need but I need you to be honest with me about how you are feeling. Promise?” 

“Promise.”

**

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@hehehehannahthings

@bval-1

@cevansgurl

@princess-baby18

@ccmarvelxx

@tenaciousperfectionunknown

@slutforchrisjamalevans

@mechixx

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[andywritesfanfics]

too many memories - isaac lahey x y/n [part 2]

Part 1

Summary: After being dumped abruptly because Allison came back to life, Y/n and Isaac have one last conversation about it.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death, angst

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part (and this can live up to the expectation). I probably won't write another part to this BUT!!! I have a very filthy Bucky Barnes fic in the works so keep an eye out!

word count: 1604

“So he just broke up with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just like that?”

Y/N let out a big sigh. “Just like that.”

“So okay…” Stiles shot up from his bed. “…he said ‘My previous fling is back so I don’t want to date you anymore.’ Is that it?”

Y/N let out an annoyed sigh. “Not exactly but yeah. I’d appreciate it if you could stop rubbing it in.”

Stiles sat back down on his bed and threw an arm around Y/N. “I’m going to rip him to shreds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she responded “He’s the one with the claws.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going to get the biggest branch of mistletoe around, wrap some wolfsbane all around it and shove it right up-“

“OKAY!” Y/N exclaimed, “Enough. I didn’t come here to hear you rage about Isaac.”

Stiles let out the fakest laugh she had ever heard, and replied “Yeah, you came here because you live here.”

Y/N felt the usual side effect of hanging out with her brother, annoyance, as she got up to leave to go to her room. “Whatever. Just thought I’d tell you first, before him and Allison start to get all lovey dovey.”

She took a step towards the door as her brother got up from his bed.

“Hey. It’s okay to feel sad sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know-“ her words were interrupted by Stiles giving her an unsolicited, and very awkward hug ”-I would if I did, but I don’t so don’t act like I do.”

“I know you do and so do you and once you do admit that you do, it will get easier to let go.”

“Stop hugging me before I hit you.”

“Yeah sorry.”

Stiles let go of Y/N and ignored her watery eyes to avoid the wrath of his annoyed sister. “We don’t have to meet them tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’ll be okay.” She didn’t need reassurance about that. She got over her mom’s death, a heartbreak wouldn’t kill. She was just curious about how long it would take her to heal, and promised to give herself the time to feel the pain.

“Okay then. Get out before I kick you out like he did.”

The moment he finished his sentence his face went pale like he saw a ghost, Y/N didn’t need werewolf senses to practically hear the “I’m sorry.” bubbling in his throat. She let out a quiet “Oh my god.” before bursting into laughter. That seemed to ease Stiles enough, and as he let out a giggle her laugh became distorted and almost pained.

“Ah I’m sorry.” She let out in between sobs. “I think I’m gonna go.”

Stiles watched her wipe the snot coming out of her nose on her jumper, and made a mental note to mess with her about it later. “You can stay. Come here.”

“Cry all you want. I’m here.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“As long as you don’t get your snot on my t-shirt.”

--

Y/N got out of her brother’s Jeep and slammed the door behind her, which caused an angry grunt to escape Stiles’ lips. He swung his arm around her shoulders and they walked into Scott’s house together. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping that it would calm any nerves she might have, and yelled out “We’re here!” to signal the rest of the pack they arrived.

“We’re in my room!”

They made their way up the stairs, curiosity tingling on their fingertips. Allison, the girl they attended the funeral of, was behind the closed door of Scott’s room. Y/N took a breath and twisted the doorknob and took a step into the crowded room.

She contemplated whether or not she wanted to say hi to Allison, or anyone for that matter. Everyone had worried looks on their faces, Deaton and Scott leaning against the wall and whispering, while Derek, Lydia, Peter and Chris stared at the girl sitting on Scott’s bed, with Isaac’s hand in between hers.

They were having a conversation, and she was playing with his fingers and knuckles as her eyes stared into his. She looked like she could be playing the piano, or stroking the strings of a harp, and Y/N knew if she was, he’d be the most beautiful song ever composed.

As they entered the room, a few eyes darted to them but quickly went back to where they were focused on before, except Allison’s. She stared at Y/N with her beautiful, warm smile, and Y/N shot back the most welcoming smile she could force. She doesn’t know.

She decided to join Scott and Deaton, who were talking about how it might have been possible. She didn’t need to, it was obvious that they were clueless, but she felt like the smile she had to force had taken up all her energy already.

“Hey, am I not even going to get a hug?”

She turned around to face Allison, her mind racing to make up an excuse not to. She quickly figured out that she wasn’t going to find one, so she went to embrace Allison.

“Sorry. I haven’t had pleasant experiences with people who come back from the dead before.”

She was relieved to hear Allison lightly chuckle, the last thing she wanted was to make people think she was trying to cause a jealous argument.

“Ouch,” Peter said sarcastically, as he held his chest as if he was in pain, “was that a personal jab at me?”

Y/N thought about responding, but she knew it would turn into an unnecessary back and forth between them, so decided against it.

“Or are you just a whiny teenager who’s trying to deal with heartbreak?”

“So, we have no idea how she’s back here. She’s not a werewolf, or anything supernatural for that matter, as far as we can tell.” Scott spoke loudly, and Y/N felt grateful that she didn’t have time to respond.

Deaton stepped closer to the bed. “I advise you to keep an eye on her at all times, just to be safe.” He looked at Allison apologetically, “I hope you understand.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Y/N saw Chris’ eyes soften, “I’ll watch her, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“So will I. If you don’t mind, Mr. Argent.” Chimed in Isaac. “You might need a werewolf around, just in case,” He looked at Allison, “right?”

“Oh you don’t need to,” said Allison, and kept talking but Y/N couldn’t understand a single word she was saying. She realized that the tiny thread of hope she was clinging onto was never there to begin with. How could she be so stupid? She turned around, and made her way down the stairs to get out to the fresh air. Her heart felt heavy, as if she was sinking down with every step.

She practically threw herself onto the porch and sat down. Stiles was probably worried about her, and Peter would definitely make fun of her, but she couldn’t care less. She didn’t have the strength to worry about the pack pitying her, all she wanted to do was to feel the light breeze on her naked arms and calm down.

She thought about the months she had spent with Isaac. Was she always the second option, even when Allison wasn’t alive? Has Isaac never truly loved or cared for her?

How could she be so blind?

She let her mind run wild, circle around her memories and taint them. Untill she heard the creak of the door.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Isaac spoke softly.

“Yeah.” She shifted slightly.

“You don’t seem okay.”

She wanted to say something witty, or maybe funny and lighthearted, but she figured it wouldn’t be worth the effort. “It’s just a weird situation, that’s all.”

“I know right?” he sat down next to her, “We’ve been up all night trying to figure it out. It’s like she has amnesia or something. She doesn’t remember much, not just about her time when she was like, dead, but also about us.”

She could feel his eyes on her face as she stared ahead.

“Have you guys considered the possibility that maybe that isn’t even her? And that you are housing a creature of some kind?” she asked while playing with the splinters on the sides of the wooden steps they were sitting on.

“We have. We’re just hopeful.”

She got up to go back inside, “Yeah. Thought so.”

As she opened the door, she felt Isaac lightly grab her arm.

“Lets talk about it, Y/N.” he almost whispered. She didn’t turn around, or acknowledge what he said, but she didn’t try to leave, which was enough to make him keep talking.

“I know I was weird, yesterday. And it felt like a break up, but I love you. I was just confused, and I had some unresolved feelings about her so I was a dick and I never meant to hurt you or to make you feel like I didn’t- don’t love you…”

“Isaac. It doesn’t matter.” She turned towards him, “I don’t want to be an option for someone to choose from. Let’s just let it go, okay?”

She could see his eyes getting glossy with tears. He swallowed as he shook his head. “You are not. Please, even if you don’t want me anymore… I didn’t choose her over you, I would nev-“

“You chose. You chose the second you let me walk out that door, you chose and you didn’t choose me.”

She spun back around to step inside.

“No, Allison, I love you.”

She let the tear escape, and stepped in.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N please.”

[mediocre-writerr]

safe and sound [jennifer jareau]

jennifer jareau x reader

requested by anon: Hi! I love your Criminal Minds fics and was wondering if I could make a request? Where JJ and reader are dating and it’s set during the season 7 finale where reader is the one who shot the robber and is the one who was taken instead of Will. JJ and reader reunite with a fluffy ending. 

*not my gif*

Kings and Queens. Jacks and Jokers. 

Sound familiar, right? When you hear that you think of the playing cards, not some bank robbers who have been robbing internationally. 

It was a bank robbery. Something that you have been reported to at least five times throughout your career, but this time it was different. The robbers known as the “Face Cards” have been robbing banks all over the DC area, only this time were you called onto the scene.

You and your partner Will were driving around on patrol when your police radio went off, “All units in the vicinity of Penn and Southeast, robbery in progress at Colonial Liberty Bank. Shots fired. Repeat, shots fired at the Colonial Liberty Bank. All units.”

Will and you looked at each other as you grabbed the radio, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn, “426 responding,” 

Will flicked on the sirens as you started to pick up speed. The two of you finally parked on the side of the bank to prevent them from escaping through the side doors, “Better pull back and see if they respond-” Will was about to go on went a shot rang out and a bullet narrowly missed his head. 

“Shit! Cover!” you yelled. 

The two of you took behind the car as you fired at the man who tried shooting Will. The bullet ripping through the man’s shirt and through his shoulder. You watched as the other man began pulling him away from the door and back inside. 

You called for backup and not too long after JJ came running towards you, embracing you in a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, Will over here got pretty lucky,” you said with a smile on your face, patting his back. 

JJ scanned your face, her hands never leaving your cheeks. You grabbed a hold of her hands, pressing a kiss to the palm of them, “I’m okay, let’s just try catching these guys okay?” you whispered and she nodded letting out a sigh. 

Most of the day was spent talking to Chris as you all watched Oliver die. The only goal was to get the hostages out of there without anyone getting hurt, “No more feds. I want the cop who killed my brother,” you let out a sigh, placing your head in your hands.

You, Morgan, JJ, and Hotch all stood there in the van, “Well, I gotta go out there, don’t I?”

“No, absolutely not!” JJ exclaimed.

You looked at your girlfriend with a sad smile, “What other choice do we have?”

“Something! Anything else! They will shoot you the second you walk in, is that not running through your brain?!” she basically yelled.

Hotch and Morgan met your eyes and they took your face to give the two of you some space. Once they left, you looked at JJ and placed your hands on her waist.

She finally leaned in to your touch and placed her hands softly along your neck. You placed your forehead on hers as she sighed. You pressed your lips on hers, kissing her intensely. You wanted to show her how much you love her and care for her even if you’re about to run into a bank full of robbers who probably want you dead.

Once you pulled away, she noticed the determined look in your eyes, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! What about us? What about Henry?” 

“Four people are dead because I killed his brother,” I whispered. 

You pulled away from your short embrace, walking backwards towards the door of the van, “No please! Please don’t leave me!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face as she slid her back against the wall.

You wanted nothing more than to run up and hold her, but you knew that this needed to be done. So no one else could die for your mistakes. “I don’t have a choice baby,” you whispered again, “I love you and I love Henry. Remember that, always,” 

Hotch already knew what you were gonna choose, SWAT members hid behind the cop cars, already pointing their guns inside. You took a deep breath as you started to walk towards the bank. 

You could hear JJ’s screams as you slowly walked towards the bank, “Morgan! Let go of me! Y/N! Y/N stop!” 

You raised your hands up immediately, walking into the bank, “C’mon Chris, you got what you wanted. I’m here. Now please, let them go,” 

“You go,” Chris said, forcing a mom and her children out of there, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him. 

There was no response from him as he just shot you twice. The bullets firing echoing throughout the entire building and outside. JJ scrambled in Morgan’s arms, her bright blue eyes widening, “No!” 

The team sat there in the van with JJ. All eyeing her like she was about to just explode. One wrong word would just cause her to go crazy, “Where were they shot?” she asked. Garcia just stared at her unsure of what to say, “Where were they shot?!” 

“I don’t know,” Garcia muttered. 

JJ picked up the stack of papers that were lying next to her and threw them at the wall of the van. Smacking her hands down onto the cool metal. Everyone just stared in shock, unsure of whether you’re alive or dead.

Luckily, he didn’t go for the kill shot.

You laid there as you could feel your body going cold. Your shoulder was bleeding out and the hostages who were helping you started to get a little blurry. 

All you could think about was JJ and Henry. The way Henry would run up to you when you’d go over to their house and hug you tightly. 

Or the nights where both you and JJ were off, Henry would lie in the middle of you as a movie played. Eventually, Henry would fall asleep cuddled up next you. Then JJ’s lazy arm would wrap the both of you. Once you made sure they were both sleeping soundly, you’d wrap your arms around both of them safely and securely. 

“I need to cause a distraction while you guys get out of here,” you told the man, who was applying pressure to your wound, “But I need you to tell my girlfriend Jennifer and her son Henry that I love them so much and I’m sorry,” 

The rest of the time you spent at the bank was a little fuzzy. You were more focused on trying to get Chris to turn on the woman and trying not to pass out from blood loss, than anything else. 

Before you knew it there was an explosion and you were just getting pushed into a car. The whole car ride, you focused your breathing, trying your hardest to stay awake. 

The only thing keeping you going were JJ and Henry. What you would do just to hold them one last time. 

Your thoughts came to an abrupt stop when you arrived at a fire station. The fireman helped patched you up much to Izzy’s choice. You watched as she shot him multiple times before sneaking into the firehouse to grab you a change of clothes. 

“You didn’t have to kill him,” you muttered.

“He was a witness, he needed to go,” she shot back without an ounce of remorse. 

Then the next thing you know you were transported back to the car. Everything was going fine or well okay for being a hostage to two psychopaths. Until Izzy just started opening fire on Chris.

“Well Detective Y/L/N, take Chris out of the car and get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a little drive,” she told you, the gun pointed straight at you, “Stop here,” she muttered after a little bit.

The backdoor opened to reveal the Joker himself. He was the former Marine who helped keep pressure on your wound. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before ultimately remaining your composure.

“Hey Y/N!” he patted your wounded shoulder and you tried your absolute hardest not to wince, “Sorry, forgot about that,” 

“Drive,” she said again.

“Where?” 

“Take me to see your son,” Izzy said and you shook your head. Henry wasn’t your sign biologically, but the longer you and JJ dated the longer it felt like he was. Like your entire life he was actually yours, “I said, drive!” 

You took a deep breath in before driving towards JJ’s house. The drive was tense as your knuckled turned white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. You just hoped and prayed to whatever type of God there was that they could keep Henry safe. 

JJ would be able to get over the loss of you, but the loss of Henry. That’s a different kind of loss she’ll never be able to survive. 

You finally parked across the street. You smiled softly at the sight of Henry playing in the front with Miss Kate and her daughter. 

“He’s a cutie,” Izzy told you and your smile quickly faded, “Looks a lot like Jennifer. Where’s the hospitality Y/N? Come on introduce me!” 

You got out of the car slowly walking up to the house, “Y/N!” Henry yelled, running towards you as he wrapped his arms around your legs. 

You crouched down so his tiny arms can wrap around your neck. You held him tight and close, sucking in a deep breath. Just for a moment, you were transported back to one of your favorite parts of the week. Just for a moment, he was safe in your arms.

Until he wasn’t. 

You told Miss Kate that it was okay to go as Izzy followed you into JJ’s home. Once Henry ran off to grab some toys, you turned your head and looked straight at her, “You touch my kid and I will kill you!” you said with teeth gritted.

Izzy clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth, making a tsk noise, “Now do you remember the deal Y/N? You touch me and both you and Jennifer die. Who’s gonna take care of Henry then?” 

“Y/N! Come play with me!” he exclaimed, running back in.

You crouched down again, ruffling his blonde hair, “I would love to, but I can’t right now buddy. You see, I have to go back to fighting bad guys, okay? Izzy over here is gonna take care of you until mommy comes home,” you could feel the tears start stinging your eyes as you tried to stop them from falling.

“So you’re gonna be a good boy for Izzy, okay? Listen to everything she says, okay?” you ask him

“Okay,” he replies innocently. 

“One more thing bud,” you pull him close to you as you hug him tightly, “I know I am not your mom or dad, but I love you so much. Did you know that?” 

He nods and you smile softly, “I will never let anything hurt you. Everything is going to be okay,” 

“Everything will be okay,” he mumbled back, “I love you Y/N,” 

You sniffled, “I love you too buddy,” 

You take a deep breath and back away from him. Before you walked out of the house, you looked Izzy dead in the eye, pushing your shoulder against hers on the way out. 

You sung open the car door before slamming it shut, “What the fuck do you want?!” you asked. 

“Woah, easy tiger,” Matthew told you, “You’re going to listen to everything I say. If you as dare mutter the two lettered word, your boy is as good as gone. Or should I say Jennifer’s boy is as good as gone because he’s not yours. He will never be your own kid,” 

Matthew made you drive to the train station where he strapped a bunch of bombs to your chest and chained you up like you’re some random zoo animal. Then he ran, like the coward he is, he ran. 

You thought you were as good as gone. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was that Henry was safe. He was stuck with the psychopath that is the quote on quote “Queen”. 

Just when all hope was lost Prentiss came running in, “I found Y/N!” 

She ripped the duct tape off your mouth, “Izzy’s got Henry. Forget about me! Make sure Henry’s safe, please!” 

“JJ’s there right now. She’s gonna keep him safe,” Emily tried calming you down, “I’m not leaving your side, I’m gonna get you out of here so you can be with your family,” 

Emily was panicking as she tried to find a way to keep you from blowing up into bits. She punched in one passcode and it beeped, showing that she only had two tries left. 

You shook your head, knowing that in a minute you’ll be gone, and Emily could not be here to be included in the damage.

“Emily, just go. Get everyone out of here,” you pleaded.

She shook her head, “No, I told you you’ll get to be with your family and that’s what’s going to happen. I’m not going to leave you,” 

When she finally unlocked the code, another box opened. 30 seconds flashing and taunting you. This is how long you have left live. 

“Emily, tell JJ that I love her and that I’m sorry,” you whispered, “Now leave please! There’s still a chance that you could save yourself so go!” you screamed. 

She sat there looking at the wires before out of nowhere without speaking she just cut one, “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, shutting your eyes close.

After a couple seconds, nothing happened. You opened one eye and looked down at the timer. It stopped. You let out a breath and an empty laugh, leaning your head against the pole.

“Emily, I love you and I love that you’re JJ’s best friend. But let me just say, I did not think we’d get this close to where I trust you with my life...literally!” you joked and she let out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get you to your family,” she told you.

As soon as the bomb squad came to disarm you, you wrapped your arms around Emily, pulling her into a tight hug, “Thank you,” 

“Of course,” 

You were finally discharged from the hospital after a couple hours. Rossi reassured JJ that she could stay home with Henry and that he’ll drive you to the house. She was hesitant at first, but Rossi basically forced her to stay home.

Rossi parked in front of JJ’s patting your shoulder softly, “Enjoy your time off,” he joked.

“Oh trust me, I will,” you fired back and the two of you let out a hearty laugh.

You walked into the house slowly. Henry’s little voice echoing throughout the foyer was like music to your ears, “Y/N! You’re back!” he yelled.

You kneeled down as he made a bee line towards your arms with your arm that wasn’t in a sling, you hugged him tight. Even with one arm you could tell that he was struggling to breathe at how tight you were hugging him.

“I am! Did you pick out a movie tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows up at him.

“Yup!”

“Which one did you pick?” you asked and he showed you the DVD case of Shrek 2, “Nice choice bud!”

You looked up to the sound of footsteps to see JJ walking towards the two of you, “How about you brush your teeth and change into your PJ’s and me and your mom we’ll get the bed and movie all set up? How does that sound?” 

“Great!” he replied with a big smile.

“Great!” you responded, ruffling his hair, pulling him into another hug, “I love you,” you whispered to him.

“I love you too,” he told you before running off. 

You stood back up to face JJ. At first she looked angry before her anger turned to sadness. You took her into your arm as she buried her face into your neck, “It’s okay,” you whispered, “Everyone’s safe. I’m safe, Henry’s safe, you’re safe. We’re okay,” 

JJ took your face into her hands, running circles on your cheekbones, “I know Henry’s not biologically mine, but he means the world to me Jay. I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to him,” 

“You’re just as much as a parent as I am,” she whispered.

“But he’s not mine,” you told her. 

“Then let’s change that, Y/N Y/L/N, marry me. We’ll get married in front of all of our friends and family. Henry will be your son, blood or not. And I will be your wife,” JJ whispered.

You smiled at her softly, “You know, I always wanted a wife and son,” you whispered to her.

“So is that a yes?” she asked.

“In every single language,” you murmured, pressing your lips upon hers. 

You and JJ stood there for a minute, just relishing in each other’s embrace. Your lips moving in sync. When all of a sudden you hear a little, “Ewwwww,” 

The two of you pulled apart and you saw Henry all dressed up in his Captain America pajamas, “Who are you ‘eww-ing’ Mr?” you asked him and he giggled as he ran away from you.

You immediately ran after him, JJ yelling after you, “Y/N! Be careful of your arm!” 

Henry squealed as you picked him up with your one healthy arm, spinning him around the bedroom before dropping him onto the bed. You crashed in your usual spot next to him as JJ put on the movie. 

You felt Henry’s little arm wrap around your body and once his grip loosened you knew he was asleep. Your eyes glanced over to JJ who was sleeping safe and soundly, her chin resting on top of Henry’s blonde head of hair. 

You sighed contently, as you turned on your side, wrapping your arms around the two of them. Henry’s head close to your chest as your forehead rested on top of JJ’s. 

Just for a moment, everything was right where it needed to be.

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”