#i can just imagine the crew off-screen going 'it's like we don't feed them'

[gettownsburnmoney]

finally watched the adventuring party and i think the intrepid heroes just need to start a food podcast

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

do you think Eridan would listen to kpop ? (either the human or Troll variant)

if not...then which troll would be the most likely to :3c

LOL no way, he's a hipster. KPop is mainstream as hell; if anything, he'd have disdain for it (and for pop as a whole). One of the less emotionally perturbed trolls would probably enjoy that stuff, though I don't know that I'd call any of the Alternian crew the kind who'd consider it to be their favorite, since nearly all of them are at least a little alt in some way, and kpop (and idol culture as a whole) is heavily tied up in politics, propaganda, capitalism, and consumption - so the troll version of it would be that times a thousand.

I'd say Feferi, Gamzee, and Kanaya probably quite like it because they're most at ease with their society, but it's not their favorite. Equius probably sees it as being aimed at the lower castes, and therefore crass and beneath him. Everyone else would probably get the propaganda vibes and dislike it on principle, even if some of them might secretly find some songs catchy (cough Karkat cough).

If you want to get into Beforan trolls, haha, oh man. I think more of them would like it than not.

Normally, I'd say that Eridan would at least make a show of liking it, given how much he makes a show of being a Sea Dweller(TM), but his hipster tastes, like his interest in magic, don't appear to be things he can shake. Karkat even calls him a hipster, so you KNOW he's out here dissing Trollor Swift and making disdainful faces when people bring up Troll Marvel.

I have as a selection of bands for Eridan Have a Nice Life (post-rock/post-punk/shoegaze), Sprain (noise rock/experimental rock), and Tool (alternative metal/art rock/progressive rock). Generally, I find he vibes with stuff on the darker side of post/prog rock, or the more lyrical side of heavy metal - both in terms of themes (lots of darker topics, like death, murder, suicide, child abuse, etc.) and in terms of sound. It also fulfills the requirement of being "hipster" by nature. Eridan is a very troubled, angry, violent guy, and I personally like to call the linked bands "angry man music". Just a smattering of lyrics for those who don't want to listen:

I've been doing a lot of damned things without you And all the damned things I do confound you Yeah, Satan and his devils try to take my hand And the angels on my shoulders try to tell me that they understand Oh well, oh well

Imagine this: I'm the guest on some obscene talk show In a cell of moral compromise The audience is made up of everyone that I have ever met in my entire life Every sin I've ever committed is put up on display by screens hung around the stage And we watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch, watch The host says "I now present to you an elaborate choreography of failure!" The audience erupts with seemingly coordinated jets of jargon laughter "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Shame on you!"

I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy And I have swallowed the poison you feed me But I survive on the poison you feed me, leaving me Guilt-fed, hatred-fed, weakness-fed It makes me feel ugly

I think even when his tastes do venture lighter, they still never really cross the threshold into pure pop. There's always going to be a hipster, indie, punk-y, shoegaze/post-rock bent to his tastes. I also list for him Dirt Poor Robins, Family Crest, Johnny Hollow...

Wisdom unearned is Intrepid and proud Till we’re dragged by the tide and nearly have drowned Entropy thrives In conditions enclosed Innovations arise When humanity chokes

Cast your heart to the floor, love Feel the sting, feel the weight Of a love, of a love not strong enough Your head's on fire Your hands and feet come off the ground Oh, sweet desire, when your mind, when your mind When your mind's not strong enough It's not that your head is gone It's just that your heart is on fire, fire It's not that the beat is off It's just that your heart is on fire, fire

Once when I was all alone I called you, and you weren't at home My heart fell like a stone, to the ground To the ground, to the ground Why, when morn had dawned on me And anger grew like ecstasy And Leda threw the swan on me and I fell to the ground To the ground, to the ground

Hilariously, this alt/hipster taste means that he runs up against stuff that's ridiculously anti-government; I personally like to believe he does actually listen to outright anti-fascist songs, but if you point it out, he's just like. No it isn't. So SWMRS, Silver Mt. Zion, Vansire.

Well, you gotta keep it up But it will never be enough No sonrisa teenage shit pop Well, you gotta keep it up But it will never be enough No sonrisa teenage shit pop Death to the motherfucking fascist insect This shit makes me so sadistic Death to the motherfucking fascist insect This shit makes me so sadistic Death to the motherfucking fascist insect This shit makes me so sadistic Death to the motherfucking fascist insect This shit makes me so sadistic

There's fresh meat in the club tonight God bless our dead marines Someone had an accident Above the burning trees While somewhere distant peacefully Our vulgar princes sleep Dead kids don't get photographed God bless our dead marines

So I convalesced in the middle west And fell for Ohio's roads I'm standing still by the windowsill Where I once watched the world explode So when it's looking dark in your narrative arc I'm here and you can talk with me A hackneyed fool under fascist rule Wasting days singing about his dreams

It's a pretentious-ass taste, but one that fits in with the vocabulary he likes to use:

CA: all of her FRAUDULENT MAGICS cannot come close to posin threat to my mastery ovver the TRUEST SCIENCES CA: an wwith my empiricists wwand i servve as the righteous hope that wwill incinerate delusion and the deluded alike CA: my holy fire is the wwhite fury bled from the wwrath-wweary eyes of fifty thousand nonfictional angels CA: and wwhen theyre finished wweepin they wwill boww before their prince GG: wow what are you talking about

I miss the days when stars were saintly They sang to me in ways innately Before we enslaved the symphony To playing anthems for selling things I used to wonder, wander farther Into awe, but those days were squandered My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows So I find my spirit in the bottle

Those modal masterworks Atonal oeuvres it seems When I ask afterwards All message lost in between The shifting aperture Depicting sun-soaked scenes I guess they resonate That's Universal Consciousness

Fate’s a funny thing It makes a victim of the will and brings a suit of broken bands A snake so full of tail That it can barely breathe to say it “doesn’t understand.” So, what am I to think? What am I to think? I’m doing it now At least I know I am At least I caught myself before I sent this out Into a stupid world that doesn’t give a damn Oh, what kind of fool do you think I am?

Like, I really can't stress enough, but Eridan is abjectly fucking miserable, angry and violent, anxious and unhappy. And his taste in music should reflect that, his feelings of impotence, his angry and anxious energy, his desperation. Have a Nice Life is probably the band I pick for him, because their discography reflects so greatly these emotions of anger, impotence, self-loathing and self-destruction.

The thing about being a hipster is that there's, the way I see it, three main reasons people wind up falling into it - the first is that they want to feel special, feel better than other people (not really Eridan's deal); the second is that they're just generally a music liker and their taste is indiscriminate enough to include indie stuff, too (and this is also not really Eridan's deal); and the last is because there is something in their soul that cries out for validation that they can't receive in the mainstream - for example, emotions, impulses, thoughts, and urges too dark for radio play (such as an obsession with genocide and murder). It's actually really important to me that Eridan IS a hipster, and specifically the type of hipster who's super pretentious and looks down on stuff that's "popular."

He has a massive fixation on being understood - complaining constantly that people don't "get it," that "nobody understands." This would extend to his taste in music. He would seek out genuine-ness, something grungy, something real, and unfortunately, stuff that's made for mass-market consumption must have the edges sanded off by nature. Given he actually gets upset when people don't "get" him, I'd wager that he doesn't treat media that he feels doesn't "get" him pretty poorly, too.

To be clear, I'm not trying to diss KPop in any way. It's not really my thing, but I get why people like it, and I'm not saying you shouldn't. Just feel like I have to toss that in there. I just really don't think Eridan would like it. And also he would probably be mean about it if you told him you liked it.

[med-ex]

feelin rlly idk HAPPY?? over this franchise as a whole✨

I wasn't even alive for Fallout 1 & 2 - but upon entering the world 3 years after they were released, would grow up hearing its name constantly... never did i think it would take GTA's place as my favourite video game series. Like literally never thought the weird little isometric game talked about by my older cousins would be the one.

I played Fallout 3 at the worst period of my life- it became a pure escape from graduating high school, becoming a severe alcoholic and moving off my mountain into my province's capital city. I was in love with it to the point that when I came home to my family home to visit, I would haul my xbox 360 in my backpack and strap my little tv to my back with a rope- ✨that's✨ how addicted I was to it.

It resonated with me in a way no other game series has. No, I obviously didn't grow up in the same standards as the wastes, but could resonate with foraging for food, no clean water & mess, destruction and despair everywhere you turned.

Fast forward a year or so, and I try Fallout: New Vegas. This is where it finally became my favorite series ever. I could list all the reasons, but they're similar to what you'll see all over the net; it's just amazing. I already was all "fuck the government" since I was a child but it made me think- think about the rule of authority, think about perseverance, weigh out what "right" and "wrong" truly means and the blurred line between the two.

By the time I was 21, I tried Fallout 4. It took some getting used to in the terms of its modern graphics, but I really loved how I got to experience conversations that felt like I was actually having them. I loved building the world back up and when I was brave enough to try mods- then shit got real interesting. I was already obsessed with Fallout 3 & NV but we can thank Fallout 4 for getting me into the community as a whole.

I was one of the ones to make fun of FO76- the launch was a huge part of that, but I just didn't understand how it could ever truly fit into the Fallout series. I played it for the first time when I was 2022, and now after 2 years I wholeheartedly regret shitting on it so hard. There are so many cool quests/stories and though some of them are silly seeing as it's online-based and they need to cater to that and though it's a bit strange at first, it feels so cool to be around other players adventuring the wastes + actually having to persist to build your own base, feed yourself and survive- as console commands don't exist in the same realm they used to with the earlier titles.

Now, we arrive at the airing of the first Fallout television show. I seriously thought it was gonna be shit- I just couldn't imagine them being able to do a good job but as we can see, here we are. The show is amazing and I didn't even know it was something I wanted so badly. The only real-life renditions of Fallout I've seen is that one live action trailer for 76 + cosplay- so seeing it in film, is seriously so fucking cool.

Idk guess im just gettin a little ✨sentimental✨ towards a series that has given me so many lessons, so much ability to cope with my own shit + gotten me into such a fun community filled with funny jokes, amazing art, discussions and rich lore that maybe one day could leave the video game + TV screen and become even a book.

Ty to the crew of original artists who started this back in the 90s, and thank you to the crew of artists at Bethesda in this current century who kept this game going💖

[tllthesundies]

I mean I have so many requests but I don't want to overwhelm you but maybe a poignant one could be when Harry realises Louis is not going back on tour because he quit?

Harry gets the call while he’s in a black Tesla on their way to the airport.

He hasn’t heard from Louis in several hours, and he hasn’t bothered to spam him with messages or phone calls, fearful that he would be interrupting something important Louis could be doing. He trusts Louis enough that he can leave him alone for many hours without bugging him. But when he sees Rachel’s name flash across the lockscreen of his iPhone, he glances quickly at Liam out of the corner of his eye, who’s in the driver’s seat. Rachel sometimes calls him out of nowhere, just to get updates on how he’s doing, but she never calls this late.

He slides his thumb across the screen to answer, and brings it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Harry,” she greets, and he listens intently to her tone, eyebrows furrowing in concentration, “how are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” he says, curt.

Stilted silence.

“That’s great,” responds Rachel. “Hey, I just wanted to update you on some venue policies. Um–most of the rules have stayed the same; however, it mostly just applies to your crew. I’ve sent everyone e-mails in regards to it.” There’s another pause of stilted silence, but Harry just waits, silent. Rachel’s tone softens. “Listen . . . I have some news you probably won’t like.”

There it is.

“What is it?” Harry asks, impatient.

“Louis called me,” she starts, and it immediately sounds apologetic, “and he put in his resignation.”

Harry stays silent as a rush of red bursts through his nerves in his hands and explodes in his fingertips. “You’re lying,” Harry says, blunt, whilst keeping his voice emotionless. Louis wouldn’t quit. He looks down at the sound of his fingers aggressively tapping part of the door handle. He can feel Liam’s gaze on him, flickering between Harry and the road in front of them. But Harry pays him no mind. Louis wouldn’t just quit without consulting Harry; they’ve grown closer whilst on tour–more than Harry ever imagined they would–more than Harry ever had thought he was ever capable of doing with someone. “Why are you lying to me, Rachel?”

“First of all, shut up. Don’t yell at me.” Harry didn’t realise he raised his voice. “Second, I’m just the messenger.”

“Repeat every word he said to me,” Harry demands.

Rachel sighs. 

“He said, and I quote, ‘Unfortunately, I no longer see myself as Harry’s assistant as my long term commitment anymore, and I’d like my leave to be effective immediately. There are no hard feelings between us; we just have a matter of inconsolable differences.’”

“Inconsolable differences?” 

Harry closes his eyes and flops his head back against the headrest of his car seat, hard.

“H, what’s wrong?” Liam quietly asks.

Harry peeks his eyes open, briefly, to give him a look.

Hold on, he mouths, then asks Rachel, “Can you, please, get a hold of Louis again? I need you to tell him to call me immediately; it’s an emergency.”

He hangs up on her without waiting for a response, and hurriedly finds Louis’s contact in his phone. He’s one of the few people in his phone that has a contact picture. Louis’s leaning back on a picnic bench, observing the setting sun reflecting onto the river water. He’s in a white t-shirt, comfortable joggers, and Finn is by him, sitting on the grass by his feet. Louis had surrounded Finn with berries and various fruits, with grains spread on top, to feed him. Finn hadn’t been interested yet. And Harry had walked in on that when he had come home from a meeting. Harry presses the phone icon and waits for the ringing, but each time he calls Louis, it goes right to fucking voice mail. He must have his phone off, or–something. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he mumbles after the fifth call.

“Harry,” Liam says.

Harry ignores him. 

He brings up their messages and types out, Louis, Rachel called me. Please call me back. 

He throws his phone in his lap, leaning forward and digging the palm of his hands into his eyes.

“Harry.”

Harry pulls his hands away. “He can’t fucking do that,” he tells Liam, looking his way. “He can’t just fucking quit, Liam. Not without talking to me. I didn’t do anything to him.” His voice has turned desperate. “We were getting along so great, I thought. We weren’t bickering. We weren’t at each other’s throats anymore. I was even starting to like his presence. I didn’t ever have to tell him how to do his job, and I didn’t have to worry about my schedule ever colliding with itself, and–and he’s great with Dolly, and–” He cuts himself off, trying extremely hard to fight the water flowing upwards to his waterline, teetering and teasing the edges of his eyes. But his voice is brittle, and he can’t hide that, as embarrassed as he feels about that. His dips his tone into a whisper to mask it. “How could he just leave?”

“Harry,” Liam softly says. Harry knows that tone; like he’s going to try to talk Harry off the edge; like he sees the furious tapping of his fingers against the car door; like he sees Harry’s leg bouncing uncontrollably with unhinged, aggressive emotion. Liam looks at him with controlled patience. “It’s in his contract. He doesn’t have to give you a warning. We gave him the options of quitting. I’m sorry, mate. Those are his legal rights.”

Harry could kill Liam and Rachel both for constructing that contract.

Sucking in a wet, shaky breath, he wipes at his dry face to get himself together and forces his leg to stop shaking, then extends his hand in Liam’s direction.

“Give me your phone,” Harry says.

If Louis’s only ignoring Harry, then he might answer to Liam.

Liam does.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Longing

Chapter 1

Description: Chris Evans becomes obsessed with you when he realises he can't have you. Eager to be with you in some form or the other, he starts writing fanfiction, where both of you are passionately in love with each other. But what happens when his imagination starts to merge with his reality in his subconsciousness?

Warnings: This entire mini-series will contain smut, bad language and angst. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

This first chapter is inspired by the GIF below from @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 's ShamelessHoesForChris writing challenge. Click here to know more

A/N: I do not know Chris Evans personally. This fic is a work of imagination and should only be used as such. It doesn't comment on Chris or anybody else personally. It is also not meant to destroy his reputation or paint him in a bad light. I admire the guy and he really seems like a genuinely nice person. Again, I repeat, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION SO TREAT IT AS SUCH!

A/N 2: I did search quite a lot on the internet and didn't come across a fic like this. Which makes me nervous and also kind of excited that I get to do something unique? Please please give me your criticism and feedback on this! Would love to hear your thoughts.

A/N 3: I have used a few big words throughout the series because this fic is from Chris' POV and we all know that he's a bit of a wordsmith 😅 I had never even heard these words before in my life. So please let me know if I have used them in an incorrect manner. 

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The best thing about shooting Defending Jacob? Chris got to stay in his house in Boston. The worst part about working on the set? He was currently stuck in a room engulfed in hot, angry flames of fire. The fire had abruptly started due to a short circuit and spread across the set in the blink of an eye. Coughing, Chris doubled down on the floor, his breathing becoming more laboured with each second. 

The smoke stung his eyes as he looked around for a fire extinguisher. He tried calling for help, but only small grunts managed to escape his lips. Just as he was on the verge of losing consciousness, he heard a voice. Your voice.

"Is anyone here?" you called out, your voice faint in his ears. "Hello?" 

Chris tried to shout again, but only sank further towards the floor.

Luckily, you opened the door of his room and found his almost crumpled body on the ground. Using the fire extinguisher, you managed to douse as many flames as you could, while also covering Chris with a thick blanket. As the room was still filled with smoke, you pressed a wet towel on his face, asking him to breathe through his nose. 

Slowly, you managed to drag him out of the room and into the corridor, the fire reduced to embers in most places thanks to your fire extinguisher. Chris being a heavy man, you tried your best to support his weight as much as you could, your body almost stooping to form a right angle.

Just as you thought you might be in the clear, you heard a crack from above. Looking up, you realised that the ceiling was about to cave in and so, on impulse, you pushed Chris out of the way, as portions of the false ceiling fell on you, knocking you unconscious. 

Chris, in his state, vaguely realised what happened, before he lost his balance and fell to the ground a few feet away from you, his left arm stretched towards your limp body, as if reaching out.

Sirens of the firetruck and the ambulance filled the heavy air. A deep groan escaped his lips as he attempted to crawl towards you, a failed effort. Where did it all go so wrong? he thought. I was supposed to be the one to save you angel! You should be falling in love with me!! And break-up with your good for nothing fiancé! 

Overwhelmed with emotions, Chris started drifting off to sleep, your name leaving his lips in the form of a desperate whisper.

🔥

8 MONTHS AGO

Chris met you for the first time at the table read for Defending Jacob. You didn't strike him as anyone special. Being the Junior Assistant Scriptwriter for the series, you were just in the room as a formality. It was your job to jot down the minutes of the meeting, and have the parts of the script marked which were supposed to be changed slightly. 

You managed to stay invisible for more such meetings. An introvert by nature, you kept to yourself even when the shooting started. 

It was in the Week 4 of the shooting when Chris actually started to notice you. He realised you were always absent from his house parties, never stayed around on the set for after-work shenanigans and, you never hung out with any of your crew-mates for a drink.

What really drove his attention towards you were your random acts of kindness. He once saw you feeding a homeless man in the alley behind the set. Unknown to you, it was where Chris often hid from his cast and crew to smoke. 

Then there was the bit with setting up of a mobile blood donation camp on the set, which was completely your idea. He had also seen you distribute fliers for animal adoption centres and NGOs who fought for climate preservation.

You always made sure everyone on the set ate before you did, and the ones who couldn't due to work, you were sure to help them and share their load so they could have lunch.

But one particular incident made him see that you were no ordinary woman. 

It was a particularly tough day on the set. They were shooting the 35-second sex scene between him and Michelle. While these scenes looked easy on the screen, they always made Chris feel uneasy about himself. "What if my body is not upto the mark?" , "I don't want to hurt Michelle in any way" , "God I hope I don't touch her inappropriately by mistake" and more such troubling thoughts clawed at his mind. After the scene finally ended, he felt the lustful eyes of the crew feasting on him, admiring his body on display. 

He hurried towards his van, avoiding to look at anyone, until his eyes met yours for a total of 5 seconds. He expected to see the same smirk to be reflected in your eyes as everyone else's. Instead, he saw a completely different emotion. He saw sadness, sympathy, and most importantly, recognition of his discomfort etched on your face.

After that, Chris started to keep a close eye on you. You always wore comfortable clothes, with loads of pockets. Yet somehow, they always fit you well. He also noticed that you always got your own lunch, refusing to eat the food available on the set. 

A few days after filming the sex scene, he decided to try to speak with you. Palms sweaty, he headed towards you and gently said your name. 

"Hi," he said, and stopped. 

"Hello Mr Evans," you greeted him back, a little surprised that he knew your name. 

He continued to look at you, bright cerulean eyes bearing into yours, apparently lost. You blinked twice, unfazed, and a little uncomfortable, "Can I help you sir?"

Chris shook his head slightly. He was so used to women fawning all over him, that your utter lack of excitement on seeing him deterred him a bit. 

He cleared his throat, a little flustered, *Ahem yeah… I wanted to ask… something… karaoke!" he managed to mumble, "It's karaoke night at my house. Tomorrow. Will you come? At night?"

"Umm… No Mr Evans. I am sorry I will not be able to make it," you politely declined while taking a small step back.

"Oh. Uhh… well we can have it any other night if you want," he cleared his throat again, sweat starting to gather on his forehead as he noticed your movement, "You never visit any of my house-parties."

You smiled a bit, "I like to go home early. I want to spend as much time as I can with my fiancé and my cat."

Chris raised his eyebrows at that revelation, "Fiancé? I… I don't see a ring."

"That's because there isn't one," your smile widened as you pulled the chain around your neck and revealed a locket. It was an intricately carved sunflower locket, with small, delicate curls nestled inside the petals. 

Chris glanced at it with disdain. It looked hand-made, cheap, "Is that… is it made from clay?"

"Yes Mr Evans," you beamed at the locket, admiring it with love and pride, "My fiancé is a potter and he made this himself. It took him over 6 hours just to carve all the petals. But he still made it because he knows how much I love sunflowers."

"So he's too poor to give you an appropriate ring?" Chris snapped at you. 

Offended, you looked at him in shock and anger as he continued. "You deserve someone who can afford to give you an expensive engagement ring. Not some cheap craft project."

You grit your teeth at his comment, "Unlike some people, I don't look at the price of the gifts, I look at their value. While this," you held the locket in front of his eyes, "is worthless for you, it is priceless for me."

You placed the locket back inside your shirt and walked away. Chris stood rooted at the spot, biting his cheek hollow. He hadn't meant to drive you away. He had just wanted you to see him as a prospective partner. 

As he turned towards his trailer, an idea popped into his head.

🔥

Next Friday saw you and your fiancé walk into the bowling alley. The production house had organised a "Bring Your Partner to Work Day" and you both were excited to step out of your routine lives. 

A few people on the set recognised your fiancé Aiden from his YouTube channel. Kenneth, an Assistant Set Designer, drooled over him, "Maaahhnnn! I love your pottery videos! They are so calming dude. How do you make them so relaxing?"

The ever shy and soft-spoken Aiden gushed at the compliment, turning a shade of red which you always found adorable. Aiden was almost the same height as you, with a lean figure and a kind, freckled face. Your friends always told you that Aiden's looks were nothing to brag about, but you disagreed. Because for you, this man was the most handsomest, cutest and sexiest person in the world. 

And you knew he felt the same way about you. That's why, even after being together for almost 5 years now, you two still looked at each other with heart eyes.

As the party progressed, you made sure to avoid Chris, and so far, you were successful. That was until he softly said your name. 

With dread in your stomach, you and Aiden turned around to face the man. Aiden knew of your previous encounter with Chris, and tried to square his shoulders as much as possible, but Chris' towering physique and personality literally made it impossible for Aiden to appear tough.

You gave Chris a curt nod and received a sweet smile in response. 

"I believe I owe you an apology," he confessed, "I am sorry. My behavior that day was inexcusable." He paused for reaction, but looking at your hesitant faces, he continued, "It was quite a hectic day on the set and I guess I took it all out on you," he looked towards you, "You know I am capricious by nature. It takes me some time to become gregarious. But," he raised his hands in the air, "I repeat, the way I acted was inexcusable. I am sorry."

He extended his arm towards Aiden, "You are a porter I believe."

"Potter, sir," Aiden corrected while shaking his hand and introducing himself.

You bit your tongue, knowing that Chris was mocking you with his false apology. 

He invited Megan to join the conversation, "Megan loves handmade ceramics. Maybe she would be interested in your work."

Introductions were made again, and as the conversation pursued, it arrived at the topic of your marriage.

"Have you guys decided on a date yet?" asked Megan as Chris looked at you. 

"We are planning to get married as soon as the shooting ends for DJ," you smiled.

"Oh really? Wow that's… unusual," Megan tried her best to hide her surprise.

"We don't know exactly when will the shooting end," Chris said with a frown on his face.

"That's not an issue Mr Evans. We are actually planning to get married at the courthouse," revealed Aiden.

"You know if money is an issue then we would be more than happy to help you guys out," Chris offered in a sincere tone. 

"Oh no no Mr Evans. Money isn't an issue," you clarified, "We have decided to donate the money we had intended to spend on the wedding."

"But thank you so much for the generous offer, we really appreciate it," Aiden added with a sincere smile.

"You know a lot of couples are doing that nowadays. It's a trend I believe," Megan commented, "Where are you going to make the donation?"

"The local orphanage where I grew up. We both love kids and, it just seemed to be the perfect choice," Aiden beamed at you. 

You mirrored his expression while Chris scowled. "I think everybody should get the wedding of their dreams, and you" he stated, pointing towards you, "deserve much more than a courthouse wedding. Don't you want to get married in a beautiful church? Walk down the aisle in a gorgeous white gown? And get married to a man who can actually fulfill your wishes and desires?"

Squaring your shoulders, you looked at Chris dead in the eye, "I am marrying the man of my dreams Mr Evans. The wedding ceremony doesn't matter to me. What does matter is the beautiful life we will begin together. Now if you will excuse us," you linked your arm with Aiden's, "we need to leave."

Chris watched you leave as Megan tried to distract him with something else. Tonight did not go the way he had anticipated.

He left the party shortly after you, directly heading for his home. Standing under the cold shower, he tried to reason with himself. He was acting out of character. There was no reason for his behavior. You had made it ample clear that you loved your fiancé and that nobody in the world could sway you.

Then why was he so hell-bent on claiming you as his?

Because she's perfect for you, a voice answered him. 

Yeah, but she belongs to someone else, he argued.

So what?, the voice urged, Fight for her. You saw her wimp of a fiancé. You can break him into two pieces without breaking a sweat. She is made for you. Just you, and nobody else.

"I… Just… No," Chris stammered loudly as he shook his head, trying to get rid of the voice in his mind.

He tried to meditate, but it didn't work. Dodger too, was unable to distract him. Even his books on self-help and mental health were of no use.

As a last resort, he opened his laptop, but his fingers halted at the search bar, the cursor blinking back at him.

He was too tempted to search for you again. The last time he had Googled you, he had been satisfied with the results. You often volunteered with a few NGOs, coordinated multiple donation drives, visited orphanages and taught underprivileged children. His heart had melted at a particular photograph- you were holding an 8-month-old girl in your arms, while looking over a painting drawn by a 4-year-old boy as the child looked up at you with a toothy smile. 

It reminded him of everything he wanted to have, but still couldn't. 

He closed his eyes and started kneading his forehead with his palms. Everybody he knew always only had the best things about him. Right from Scarlett to Mark to Olivia to every fucking person he had ever worked with, everybody said he deserved to have a loving wife, a stable family. 

And yet, here he was, on a Friday night, home alone with a beer bottle, on the verge of anxiety. 

Was it just anxiety though?

Who the fuck is Aiden and why does he deserve to be with her? the voice in his head was back.

They love each other, they want to get married, Chris reasoned.

He doesn't hold a candle next to you, the voice persisted, People love money more than they love others. She will come to you. But you need to let her know you are available. You need to take her to-

"No," Chris interrupted the voice loudly, "No. This is unhealthy. No."

Reaching for his phone, he searched for his therapist's number, when the voice chuckled, You really think a shrink is going to help you with this? Eh? They are only going to ask you to fuck another pussy, or read more books. And I will be damned before you touch another book about trees. 

Chris shook his head again, but in vain. Unable to find the number in his contacts, he turned to Google for the second time that night and started searching for therapists in his area. The voice tut-ted, Yeah, as if the psycho doctor is going to shut their trap about Chris Evans crying over a girl.

Chris almost crushed his bottle in frustration. He couldn't let the voice take over. Not now. Not after working his ass off to get where wanted in his career. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the screen again and came across the headline- "Why Do People Write Fanfiction?" The word fanfiction seemed vaguely familiar to him. He was going to ignore the article and scroll downwards, but the brief underneath the headline made him stop- …mostly, people write fanfiction to stay in touch with the characters they love," says leading Psychologist Andrea Williams.

Intrigued, he opened the article and started reading. Then he opened another, and another and by the time he was done, he had read 6-7 articles on the concept of fanfiction and what it entailed.

Sighing, he opened a new word document. He was reluctant to type a letter, let alone a whole fictional story. He had tried everything and yet, you chose to occupy a rent-free space in his mind. 

Now all he needed was a reference.

He minimised the document, and opened a new tab on his browser. His hesitant fingers typed the words - Chris Evans Fanfiction - into the search bar, and he instantly winced.

Millions of search results were displayed before him, and as he read the descriptions of each one of them, he realised that 99% of these stories were porn. There was no sugar-coating it. On the 5th page of the search results, he luckily found a story sans the erotica. It was a cute one-shot about him going on a first date with the reader. He read it with squinted eyes, afraid that a sex scene might jump out of the blue, but luckily, nothing of the sort happened. 

Chris liked reading it. It was an innocent story filled with romance. 

But the only problem? It was written from the reader's point of view. He checked a few others, and realised they were all written from the women's perspective, not his.

He sat back in his chair, turning his head such that he was looking at the ceiling, contemplating his options. 

You want her, the voice whispered.

Reluctantly, he typed the first word that came to his mind. Your name. 

Chris rested his chin on his palm, wondering where to start. If this were fiction, would tonight have gone different? Would you have visited his house for karaoke that night? 

Tapping his fingers on the desk, he bit his tongue in thought. Thinking it was better to start at the beginning, he started typing from his POV-

The first time I saw her I thought she was pretty. I saw her during meetings and the shooting. Then one day I saw her giving food to a homeless man-

Deleting his words, Chris shook his head. This was insane! Right? You were a real human being and it was unethical of him to write this! He needed to learn to handle his feelings. 

If you don't have the balls to fight for her, then be with her in the stories you write. Grow a spine Evans, whispered the insulting voice.

Hesitating, he tried to write another paragraph, which ended up getting deleted. 

Try again, the voice coaxed him. Pour your heart into this. Write better. 

Taking a sip of the beer, Chris started typing again-

It was lunchtime when I saw her arranging some equipment on the table. Her back was facing me as I carefully approached her, afraid to startle her. I breathed in her scent, light, floral and fresh, before whispering her name.

She turned around, a bit surprised to see me, but she smiled nevertheless. Oh gosh her smile. I had seen her smile a few times on the set, but in person, it took my breath away. 

"Hi," I managed to greet her shyly. She matched my response.

"I was wondering if you would like to sing karaoke with me? There's a karaoke party tonight at my house if you would like to come," I asked her hopefully.

Her expression turned remorseful as she apologised, "I cannot come Mr Evans. My fiancé won't let me."

Imagine my surprise when I found out about her fiancé. "I didn't know about your fiancé. Why won't he let you come?" I asked her, concerned as she started sniffing a bit.

"He's… he's very strict Mr Evans. He doesn't like it when I go out with my fri-friends or co-workers," she shared between her light sobs.

My heart broke into pieces on hearing her confession. I had often noticed her taciturn behaviour on the set, but I had no idea about the reason behind it.

I raised my hands to cup her face. I was itching to wipe her tears with my lips, but instead, I used my thumbs. 

"I want to help you. Please let me," I requested.

"Nobody can help me Mr Evans. I am stuck with a monster." She pulled a chain from underneath her shirt and I got a glimpse at the marks on her neck. "Aiden gave me this chain and locket instead of an engagement ring. He said it will be better than a ring. And now he-" she started sobbing harder. I pulled her into my chest, running my right hand through her hair as my left hand soothed her back.

"And now he uses it as a leash," my angel whispered, horrified, "he says I do not deserve a ring."

I hugged her tighter and thankfully, she buried her face in my chest, "You are no longer stuck with him. Are you listening to me?" I bent my face to bring my lips near her ears, "I will make sure that you are free of him."

She shook her head, reluctantly pulling away from me, "No Mr Evans. I cannot-"

"Yes you can," I interrupted her. "You are going to come to my house for karaoke tonight. Message Aiden right now, and tell him that I will be dropping you home. Okay?"

After some coaxing, she agreed. I held her close as she typed out the message, her hands shaking around her mobile phone. Finally she clicked on the SEND button.

I brushed a kiss on her forehead, "Wait for me in the back alley after the shoot, okay? I will pick you up from there."

She nodded gratefully in response.

I couldn't wait for the shoot to be over that day. In my eagerness, I even messed up a few takes, mumbling over my lines like an idiot. But eventually, I got through the day. 

I was excited when I picked her up after the shoot. I could see she was nervous and maybe a little bit scared, but she still entered my car anyway. So I made small talk with her and tried to put her mind at ease.

Finally, when we reached my house, she was in awe. 

"This is the most beautiful house I have ever seen Mr Evans," she gasped as I led her inside, "I don't think I have ever seen anything like it before!"

I chuckled, "I am happy you like it. It… it just feels empty sometimes, you know? I find loneliness ubiquitous in this house."

You looked at her puzzled expression and smiled. "Ubi-what was that word Mr Evans?" 

"Ubiquitous," I replied, "it means something that is present and is found everywhere."

"Ahh okay," she nodded, "thank you for teaching me."

"I will accept your gratitude only on one condition."

She tilted her head ever so slightly, "And what would that be Mr Evans?"

I smiled as I slightly bent down and held her hand, "You need to start calling me Christopher."

Visibly flustered, my angel looked down at her feet. "I-I can't Mr Evans," she said in a low voice.

"Why can't you?"

"I respect you too much sir," she confessed.

"Hey," I gently nudged her forehead with mine, "I want you to say my name. Please?" 

I stared into her eyes as she met mine. God.

There was something about her eyes that was absolutely riveting. The depth of her eyes pulled me in towards her as I read the plethora of emotions hidden within them. Her gaze searched my face for malice, deceit, but only found love and trust in return.

I slowly cupped her face as her breath hitched in her chest. I could feel my own heart race. Bringing my face as close as I could to hers, I whispered, the distance between our lips fast closing, "Please."

She parted her lips ever so slightly. I felt her warm breath on mine as she obliged, "Christopher."

I closed my eyes as I heard the most melodious symphony, my name draped in her sweet voice.

I dipped my head to kiss her, feel the shape of her lips, but she stepped back.

"I-I am st-still engaged Chris-Christopher," she stammered.

I straightened myself, my hands no longer cupping her face, "I understand. I am sorry. Would you like-"

Before I could finish, a car honked outside. While I was curious at the intrusion, her eyes widened with fear. 

"That's him," she gasped, "Aiden is here. He found me."

"How is that possible?"

"He has a location app installed on my phone through which he tracks my location," she revealed, visibly shaking at the thought of greeting her fiancé.

"Stay here. You will be safe inside. Let me handle him," I said, squeezing her shoulders.

I walked out of the house and towards the car. The vehicle didn't look in good shape, it's owner even more so.

Aiden manually rolled down his window and spat on the ground. Fumes of cheep alcohol and stale cigarette smoke escaped through the window. "Where is she?" he hollered.

"That's not your concern anymore. She's breaking up with you," I crossed my arms and stood facing him. "If you know what's good for you, you will leave her alone and stay out of her life."

Aiden exited the car at that threat, the door of the vehicle rattled as he opened it. "She said that?" he scoffed, "Color me surprised, I thought the little mouse had no fight left in her. Bring her out here. I want to hear," he wriggled a finger at me, "whatever the fuck you are saying from her own fucking mouth."

"Not going to happen Aiden. You followed her here against her own wishes. Now scoot off before I call the cops," I warned.

"You think I will be scared of some Hollywood prick who shits diamonds?" he sneered. 

"No. But you should be scared of the law. You are currently harassing the owner of this private property, not to mention you have clearly abused your girlfriend mentally, emotionally and physically. So be sensible," I took a step towards him, "and fuck off."

"STOP," she shouted as she trusted towards us. She stood in front of me, as if to guard me from her monster of a fiancé, "Please don't hurt him. I will come with you. Just let him be," she pleaded with him as he smirked. 

Before he could react, I pulled her behind me, making sure my body was shielding her from Aiden.

"She's a gold-digging bitch. You stay away from her," he pointed at me as he tried to reach her. 

I pushed him away once and kept my hand on his weak, thin torso. Turning my head, I asked her for the last time, "Are you sure you want to go with him? I can save you. I will protect you, provide for you and keep you happy!" I urged her.

She looked at me with hope and helplessness. Slowly, she glanced at Aiden who looked like he was ready to commit murder. Sobbing uncontrollably, she removed the chain with the sunflower locket and threw it at his feet. 

"Leave me alone," she managed to mumble at him.

Furious, Aiden growled and tried to pounce at her. Fortunately, I intervened on time and punched his sorry excuse of a face into the ground. 

She gasped as Aiden fell with a thud. Embarrassed, he slowly got up and dusted himself, muttering under his breath as he sat inside his wreck of a car. 

"Don't bother coming back to gather your stuff! I am burning it all tonight you cock-sucking bitch!" and with that outburst, Aiden was finally gone.

She was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably at what had just transpired. I wrapped her in my arms to let her know she was safe. Within moments, I felt her ease into my body. 

I closed my eyes and smiled, my nose buried into her hair. My angel was safe. My angel was mine.

Chris blinked his eyes as he re-read his story. He already felt a whole lot lighter, his anxiety at ease, and mind exhausted. Clicking on SAVE, he finished the last of his beer and went to sleep, hoping that this was the end to his problems. Little did he know about the horrors that awaited him, behind the door he had just opened by writing that fictional story.

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Treat You Better- Christopher Velez Imagine

Before you read: This is for @cieloxcnco ‘s 1000+ follower contest : ) This is actually my first ever imagine, i was so excited when i saw the contest bcos i’ve been looking for a reason to start writing on here, anyway i hope you all enjoy!

Prompt: Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes “tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crying when you should be with me instead?”

Warnings: none:)

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You attempted to belt the final note to your song, but instead bursted out laughing at the face Richard was pulling at you.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry i'll do it again!" You shouted up to one of the members out the crew, sending a glare to Richard and the boys, who were sat on the floor below the stage watching you soundcheck, or at least attempt to. This had been going on for the past half an hour, you trying to control your laughter while they try to make you laugh.

"Seriously stop guys, I'm not the main act here like you, I can actually get in trouble!" You gritted your teeth at them, a smile peeking out. You wanted to get this soundcheck over and done with before you lost your job. But you still found the boys hilarious.

"It's not our fault you can't contain your laughter y/n" Joel said, laughing his head off.

You stuck your tounge out at him, and gave the crew a thumbs up, indicating you were ready to sing again.

You started your song, closing your eyes to get through it, knowing if you made eye contact with any of the boys again you'd loose it.

You had been their support act for the last two weeks, and would be for the next two months touring the world. Right now, you were in Paris. You were a singer, but you knew you only got this oppurtunity due to having known Joel since you met in primary school. Plus, you had met the rest of the boys during the La Banda process, so you had got to know them quite well. Though living with them in a very small tour bus was very different than seeing them every so often. But you were loving every minute of it. The only problem was your constant worries about your boyfriend Ashton, who you had left back home. He wasn't supportive of you going on tour, but you couldn't pass up the oppurtunity.

As your choreography came to an end and you sang the last note, you opened your eyes to the five boys clapping and whistling at you. You noticed Chris staring at you, not clapping like the others but just staring. You shook it off and laughed at the boys reactions and then looked up to the tour crew expectantly, who gave you a thumbs up indicating your sound check set was finshed.

"Thank god thats over." You said, laughing as you walked down the steps to join the boys below the stage.

"That was really good y/n" Joel said, giving you a reassuring smile. You replied by giving him a side hug and sitting beside him.

"I still can't get over the fact that this arena will be full of people here for us tonight." Erick commented, looking around the venue.

"I know right. It's insane." Chris chirped back. You zoned out of the conversation as your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was your best friend Lucia from back home and excused yourself to answer it, heading out of the arena into the corridor.

"Hey Lucia! Como estás?"

"Hola. Estoy bien pero you might not be. My friend was out last night and she ran into Ashton. She sent me this picture. I'm sending it to you now" She said with a low voice. Your stomach turned in fear, as you looked at your phone screen to see a picture of your boyfriend kissing a red head in a night club. Your heart sank.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Apparently this wasn't the first time she had seen them together."

"Gracias Lucia. I'll talk to you later, okay?" You chirped, holding in your emotions.

"Okay y/n. I love you." She said, ending the call.

You suddenly burst out into tears, leaning back against the wall behind you.

You almost knew this was going to happen after you left, but it didn't mean it hurt any less. You did love Ashton, and the pain in you heart showed this. You had known it was going to end soon but part of you just wanted to hold on to your relationship. But you couldn't anymore, not after this.

"Y/n?" Chris' voice startled you, as you frantically pushed the tears from your face.

"Qué pasó princesa?" He asked, running towards you, concern ridden in his voice.

"Its Ashton." You choked out, tears threatening to fall once again.

"What's he done?" Chris said sternly, anger clear in his voice.

Unable to speak, you showed him the picture on your phone. Chris' body completely tensed up for a second before relaxing to pull you into a soft embrace.

"I'm so sorry y/n." He whispered into your hair, holding you tight.

You pulled yourself away, taking a deep breath and attempting to pull yourself together.

"Its okay Chris, just don't worry about it. It's my own fault anyway. If I hadn't left, he wouldn't-" You started.

"No! Don't you dare blame yourself y/n." Chris interupted you and put both his hands on your shoulders, looking deeply into your eyes. "If he really loved you, he would have never done this. If he really loved you he would've supported you touring the world, living your dream. You deserve so much better."

A little bit taken aback by his words, you looked back at him with a small smile, visually thanking him.

"Venga. We are going on a trip to cheer you up." He declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit of the arena.

"But what about the concert Chris?" You said, scoffing.

"We will be back in time, por supuesto. ¡Vamos!" He replied, pulling you out and into the street. Night was falling onto the streets of Paris, and the serenity of the city calmed you immediatley. You were so disapointed when you were told you wouldnt have time to explore the city, as the boys had spent a few days here on their last tour and had already seen it all, and there just wasn't even time to spare this time round. But it seemed Chris had a different plan.

"Are you ready to see the beautiful eifell tower?" He asked, a grin big enough for the both of you, as he hauled a taxi of the street and opened the door of it for you.

You nodded, completely taken aback by his plans but nevertheless climbing into the back of the taxi and pushing the thoughts of Ashton out of your head.

You watched out of the window as you drove through the city, the taxi's radio playing softly in the background. You were so glad to stop thinking about Ashton and start enjoying youself. You looked over to Chris and smiled to yourself, thinking about how happy you were to be actually spending time with him. Since the first time you met him, you had had strong feelings for him. He was just so beautiful, and so sweet. His natural flirtiness didn't help either. But you had always been with Ashton, so you pushed these thoughts away and ultimately just avoided Chris to stop anything from happening between you. But this had only ended up with you closer to all the other boys, and chris never really understanding why.

Your thoughts were interupted by the song playing on the radio being very familiar. You and Chris' eyes met and you both burst out laughing as the intro to Pretend started to play.

"I'll never get over things like this happening." Chris said laughing.

As Joel's intro finished, Chris joined in with the radio, singing along with his part.

"Me avisa' cuando tú quiera', haré como si no existiera' sigo aquí en tu lista de espera, yeahh" He sang, and you smiled at his incredible voice.

You joined in, singing Joel's part, "Yeah I gotta love but I'm involved, yeah I gotta choice so it's my fault, staring at a problem we can't solve" You both sang along to the song, forgetting the taxi driver was in the car at all. Chris even attempted to do the choreography in the small space you had, and you couldn't stop laughing at him. It surprised you both when the car abruptly stopped, and you looked out the window to see the tower a short walk away.

You both jumped out of the car, thanking the driver whilst laughing at your singing moment. Then you stopped in awe of the view of the eifell tower. It was stunning, with a golden glow contrasting the slowly darkening blue sky.

Chris took your hand in his and pulled you away from the tower, much to your dismay. You looked at him quizically.

"I have a plan, first stop is McDonalds." He stated, pulling you along.

"But, the-" You started before hearing your stomach rumble, "actually I'm starving."

"That's what I thought." Chris said, dragging you into the restaurant to one of the touch screen machines, ordering his food (enough to feed a village) and yours. As you went to collect your meals, one of the workers noticed Chris and blushed, whispering to her co-worker in French. You wondered if they knew who he was, or if they were just taken aback by his good looks. You knew you were when you first met. They gave you the food and as you left, your hand dived straight into the bag for some fries.

"Nooo, you need to wait." Chris said, taking the bag from you. You pouted, but smiled internally at how he had almost planned this trip, despite it being completely spontaneous.

"Where are we going Chris?" you questioned, noticing you weren't heading towards the tower.

"Espérate y ya verás" He mysteriously said, walking towards a row of old buildings, that still managed to look beautiful due to the tower's golden glow. He took you to the back of them and led you to a fire exit set of stairs.

You looked at him very confused.

"Venga y/n" He said, laughing at your face and grabbing your hand again, leading you up the stairs. His laugh was contagious, making you giggle to yourself, butterflies filling your stomach. All thoughts of Ashton and that girl left your mind, and you felt more at peace and more happy than you had since you first left for tour. As much as you were of course enjoying the tour so far, your worries about had Ashton clouded over you. And now, even though your worst nightmare had happened, somehow you felt better than ever, knowing he was out of your life for good. Maybe you needed this to happen.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you arrived at the top of five flights of stairs, as Chris lead you out onto a roof top, ridiculously close to the Eifel Tower. You gasped at the view, and your heart felt full. It was so mesmerising.

"Chris, this is amazing." You said, squeezing his hand which you hadn't yet let go off.

"Isn't it? We found this spot last year." He said, pulling you to the edge of the roof, to sit down. He let go of your hand to lay out the food, and you couldn't stop smiling. You knew that you would never forget this.

You both dug into your food, watching the people bustle around the tower on the ground as the sky slowly grew darker, and small stars began to appear above you.

"How are you feeling y/n?" Chris said with a concerned tone in his voice, clearly referring to Ashton.

"Honestly, better than ever Chris. Thankyou for this." You said, giving him a smile. He grinned back.

"I want to know more about you y/n. We've been touring for months together already yet I feel like I hardly know you." He said, turning his body to face you.

You grin at his proposition. "20 questions?"

"Yesss." He said, his smile never fading.

"You first." You chirped back

"Okay. Favourite food?"

"Hmm. Right now, these fries." You said, pointing to the bag into front of you and popping on in your mouth. "Favourite colour?"

"Red. Dogs or cats?"

"Dogs, always." You smiled, thinking of your dog at home.

"When's your birthday?"

"23rd September. What's your favourite song?"

"Easy. Bonita by CNCO." You winked. "Where was your favourite ever performance?"

"Definitely our first ever performance as CNCO, it was insane." He said, and you smiled at his face clearly remembering this. "When did you know you wanted to be a singer?"

"I think I've always known. I remember me and Joel used to talk about how we were both gonna be singers together when we grew up since we were like 6."

You carried on like this for a while, asking random questions and feeling happy to be learning more about Chris. You had definitely asked more than 20 questions. More than hour later, your head had ended up in his lap as he lent back, his arms holding him up as he played with your hair a little bit.

"Have you ever been in love?" You asked.

"Yeah." He gulped, looking out at the city. "What's your worst fear?"

"Losing my voice. It's my whole life." You admitted and took a deep breath to ask "What's your opinion on cheating?".

"I think If I loved someone enough to be with them, I'd never think about anyone else, let alone let myself get into the situation where I could ever kiss someone else other than who I'm with." He said, staring out at the view of the city.

You started to tear up, your thoughts returning to Ashton and your heart starting to hurt again. Chris looked down at you, and noticed your tears. Instead of prying, he just wiped your tears away. You looked up at him, your heart warming at his touch, as his hand cupped your cheek lightly.

"Why have you always avoided me y/n?" He asked, eyes pouring into yours. You were taken aback, you had never realised it was obvious enough for him to notice.

"I- I just couldn't let myself be in the situation where I could kiss someone else, I guess." You said, taking your words from what he had just said about cheating. He looked back at you a little confused. "I mean, I just kinda liked you from first meeting you, but I was with Ashton so, I guess I avoided you a bit, to stop myself from feeling that way.”

He looked slightly surprised, but happy with your response, as he suddenly moved his hand from your cheek to your neck and pulled you up towards his face in one swift movement, leaving your lips just centimetres apart. You could hear your heart pounding as he paused, looking for confirmation that this is what you wanted and as the cool wind blew between your close lips, you couldn't have been anymore sure. You pulled your arms up around his neck and let your lips connect. He immediately responded, moving his lips against yours. You moved slowly in sync, as you moved your leg across his body so you were straddling him. You both melted into the kiss, and you felt him pouring his every emotion into it. You let your hands move up his neck into his hair, running your hands through it. The kiss slowly grew more intense, but it was still sweet and full of adoration, you never wanted to stop.

You both pulled away eventually, breathing heavily with your foreheads connected.

"I would treat you so much better than he did y/n. You should be with me instead." He breathed out, looking so deep into your eyes, you felt like he could see into your soul.

You replied to this by leaning to kiss him again, smiling into the kiss. He kissed back sweetly, loving the feeling of your lips together.

"Will you be with me, amor?" He whispered, leaning away from your lips and down to your neck, where he began kissing you again.

"I need to speak to Ashton and tell him its over. Then me and you can start this, for real." You said, leaning your neck back giving him access to your sweet spot below your ear.

"Sounds. Amazing. Princesa." He spoke between kisses. A smile took over your face, before you suddenly realized how dark the sky had become.

"Chris. What time is it?" You asked, though you regretted it as soon as his lips left your neck.

He took his phone out of his pocket and cursed.

"Erm, it may be 5 minutes till your set starts." He said, gulping.