#i’m so excited for the next chapter i’m shaking like a scared chihuahua

[starlightinhumanform]

Friday Night Lights

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Romantic Prinxiety, Platonic Sleepxiety 

Summary: Roman and Virgil play opposite positions on their rival high school football teams. It’s the Homecoming game and tensions are high. Neither are willing to lose but one must rise above the other…

Warnings (in order of strength): Some language throughout, Just Gays Being Dudes (That is to say, some mildly mildly risqué content)

Genre: Human (High School) AU, Rivals to Lovers, Eventual Fluff 

A/N: I impulsively wrote a bullet point fic (*btw the bullet fic does contain some spoilers so beware of that before you read it*) several months ago and meant to flush it out a lot sooner but I only got a thousand words in before life hit and I wasn’t able to continue. I’m hoping to get the second part done soon, but in the mean time I thought I might as well post this! :D Love you all 🖤✨ 

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The locker room light was sterilely bright, fluorescent lightbulbs glaring loudly above Virgil’s head. Bodies rushed back and forth in front of him, occasionally bumping into his knees or ruffling his hair. A hand clapped his shoulder but between the padding on his shoulders and the distance of his mind, he hardly felt it.

He sat on the wooden bench, neck bent, eyes closed, and breathing deeply through his nose. He did this before every game. While his other teammates hyped each other up- yelling and pounding each other on the back- he would go somewhere far, far away. It was how he got centered before all the chaos, how he rose above the adrenaline pounding in his heart, how he won. But today was different. Today he had to win.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, you ready to smash this game?”

Virgil grinned as he opened his eyes and turned to look at his fullback, Remy, “Yeah, dude. We’re going to wipe that smug grin off Prince’s face once and for all.”

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Roman Prince sat in a tight huddle with the rest of his team, wearing a smug grin. This was the homecoming game, basically the most exciting three hours of Roman’s year. Besides, this was his senior year and his last chance to show the rival school where they belonged. (That is to say, in the dirt).

With one last shout, the team started jogging out of the locker room, jumping as than ran and yelling at each other occasionally like they couldn’t even remember how to talk. The energy was electric. Roman lived for moments like this. The only thing he loved more than the pre-game hype was the post-victory euphoria.

He grinned and ran out into the field. It was dusk, a dark blue sky fenced off by the bright flood lights ringing the stands. He was hit by the strange combination of smells that was only found on high school football fields- funnel cake and sweat and turf and axe body spray and face paint. He waved at the cheering stands and blew a kiss at the opposing bleachers who booed at his arrival. This was his world and that ridiculous West Shore High didn’t have shit on him.

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Virgil glared across the field at the pompous tackler from Monarch Knights. He was currently blowing kisses over towards his team and it made Virgil want to punch him. The boy was just so full of himself. Unfortunately, he had some right to be. On defensive, he was like a wall- one that simply refused to be knocked down. When he played offense, he moved like a tractor through the other team, mowing them down like they were cards and he was a quickly approaching tornado.

Remy laughed next to him, “I don’t think staring at him is going to do anything.”

“Well, if you do your job, I won’t have to do anything to him,” Virgil shoved him lightly in the chest.

Remy pushed back and it sent Virgil stumbling back a few feet. Virgil was by far the smallest on the team but he didn’t really mind; his job was to be light and fast. Being the halfback meant he got the ball and ran like his life depended on it. All the brutes around him were supposed to keep the field clear enough for him to sprint all the way to the end zone.

Usually it worked out well. Remy would run ahead of Virgil, knocking any threats out of the way and Virgil would carry them all the way to victory. Usually. Sometimes they would come across teams with some on-steroids sort of defense. Sometimes Remy would get pushed to the side play after play and Virgil would spend every down trying to weave his way through an oncoming river. Sometimes Virgil would get trapped in front of an oncoming wall and could hardly run an inch the entire night. More specifically, sometimes they played against Roman Prince.

Monarch Knights was the only school they had lost to the entire season. But not tonight. Virgil refused to be made a fool of.

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Roman could feel that stare from across the field. Hundreds of eyes were on him at the moment, but none were so venomous.

It was the little creep who played offense for West Shore. He was one of the strangest people Roman had ever had the displeasure of playing against. Virgil Tempeste was like a chihuahua- tiny, aggressive, and buzzing with energy. Standing next to him felt just as idiotically risky as standing three inches from a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. When Roman had been forced to shake his hand earlier in the season, he had been half convinced that Tempeste was going to bite him.

As difficult as it was to admit though, he was Roman’s biggest concern this game. The halfback was fast and he knew how to weave through even the best defense lineups. He moved across the field like an ice skater across a rink.

Roman tried to give the little weasel a wave, but he was too busy bickering with the boy next to him to see Roman. Is was oddly disappointing; Roman would have loved to see how mad he could make Tempeste before the game even began.

——————————————————- The pre-game niceties passed by Virgil in a blur. Someone sang the national anthem, a coin got tossed, and the Student Body Leaders said something over the speaker system but it just sounded like overly enthusiastic static.

All that mattered was that they had possession of the ball. That meant Virgil could start his sprint from the very start of the game. Virgil liked his position. He was important, he had purpose, it gave him an opportunity to use all of the anxious energy he had bouncing around inside. Most importantly, his position was the very back of the formation which meant he got to see everyone else’s asses.

He looked out across the field and over his team. Past Remy, their quarterback, and the long line of guards and receivers, the red uniforms of the Knights blazed an angry red. It was such an arrogant colour, bright and brash and filling all of Virgil’s senses. Every time they played against the Knights, those stupid uniforms bothered him a ridiculous amount. Maybe that’s why they wear them- like that thing the matadors do with the red capes.

Virgil shook his head. He needed to stay focused; the game was going to start in seconds at most and he was idiotically thinking about the opposing team’s colours. But if he craned his back he could just see Prince…

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Roman glared at the brute in front of him. His mouth guard sat heavily against his teeth. The bitter taste of plastic couldn’t mask the coppery adrenaline that coated his tongue and flooded his brain.

This was his game. His to win, his to conquer, his to dominate. And none of those Concord-grape-looking fools were going to get in his way.

The beast in front of him growled and Roman rolled his eyes. He really thought he could intimidate Roman? Bitch, please. He looked like the type of guy who would hurl slurs at Roman for wearing eyeliner just because he was insecure in his own sexuality (and probably thought that Roman was just a little bit hot). That type stopped scaring him a long time ago. Besides, he could brush that guy off like a fly.

The real threat was several feet behind him. Roman had come to refer to Remy Ristretto and Virgil Tempeste as Team Rocket because they were just as annoying and undermining- except they were often more successful than the cartoon characters.

Roman stopped trying to see Virgil and made eye contact with the wall just a few feet ahead, giving him a wink. He might as well have fun with this. Anyways, he’d have plenty of time to bother Tempeste later in the game.

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[jojolu]

Six Months in Boston

Pairing: Chris Evans/OC Erin Rose

Summary: Up and coming YA author Erin Rose, was sent to a small suburb 30 minutes Northwest of Boston to finish the last two books of her series, she is about to get very close to her very handsome new neighbor.

a/n: here goes nothing!

chapter 1: Enjoy Nature

"Oh my God! Just poop already Letty!" You shout at your Chihuahua Dachshund mix breed dog. She finally does and you pick it up and tie the bag.

You are walking on a new path the realtor showed you on a map. Your phone rings and it's your   sister Tilly FaceTime'ing you.

"Hey girl......where the fuck are you? Are you exercising?"

"Ugh gross! Never. Just exploring, Mike the realtor was saying there are 30 beautiful walking paths all around! Enjoy nature....that fucking tool."

"Where exactly are you? In case I need to come and find your body in the woods."

"In a small suburb, its technically the country! I'm thirty minutes northwest of Boston. My editor sent me to Boston. MASSACHUSETTS!! LIKE WHO AUTHORIZED THIS. For a year Till! I'm a hard core West coast kid! Born and raised near the ghetto."

"Pasadena, is nowhere near the ghetto. Its your fault, your way to good of a writer. Your first book shouldn't have been so good. Like bitch, you already have studios fighting for the movie rights."

You wrote, The Wish Masters, your senior year in Grad school on a whim. Your professor wanted you all to write 1 chapter of a book and you wrote 15, when you turned it, she called you into her office the following Monday. 6 years later on your 35th birthday it was released.

It bit of Harry Potter mixed in with Tinkerbell. All the Fairy families are separated by the type of groups and your story starts when the age of fairies start to die off. Deenah and her friends Mave and Trax are off on a journey to fix and restore the age of Fairies. 

"Yeah, yeah. Oh no there a dog loose." You see a brown and white dog with a red collar and leash dragging behind him.

"Let me see!" Tilly says.

You flip the camera and stick your phone in your sportsbra.

 You call him over and read his tag.

"Hey Dodger, gosh are a pretty dog. Letty, this is Dodger, Dodger, this wild animal is Letty girl."

You pick up his leash and continue walking the way Dodger came from.

"You fucking weirdo. That dog looks familiar. What's his name?"

"Familiar? Are you an Instagram dog, D man?" You say leaning closer to Dodger.

"Holy fucking shit! That's Chris Evans dog. I bet my fucking life on it."

"Seriously? Please God, don't let this be his dog. I'm not ready!"

You hear a man's voice calling out Dodger's name.

"Oh no......"

The person you see, isn't Chris Evans but his younger brother, Scott.

"That's Scott his brother!" Tilly says.

"I know.....Shhhh."

"Dodger! Hey man, you scared us." Scott says walking up to you.

"He just walked up to us." You say handing him the leash.

"Thank you! Chris would have KILLED me! I got him." He says as he yells back to the sound of a person walking up behind you.

You look past him and see Chris Evans. 

Your mind goes blank.

"Hi I'm Tilly!" You sister says from your boobs.

"Hi, mystery voice coming from this nice lady's boobs. " Scott says.

"OH my God! It's my sister." You take your phone out of your sportsbra and turn it so he can see her.

She waves like a crazy person.

"Hi, Tilly. I'm Scott."

"Hi! This is my sister Erin Rose."

"I totally forgot to introduce myself."

"She's a writer she wrote The Wish Masters, Jimmy Fallon just had her on last week. She just sent the second and half of the third one to her editor, She there to write two more books, she'll be there a year and she lives at 347 Mills Rd and that's her dog Letty, we found her on a trip to Joshua Tree, four years ago."

"Stop talking or I'm going to hang up and block you." You say to the phone.

"Sorry....."

"Well, this is my brother Chris Evans, he is an actor, you know him from Not Another Teen Movie and Cellular. He's has lived here for about three years and he lives at 345 Mills Rd and that's his dog Dodger, who he got a shelter about three years ago."

You look at Chris who is shaking his head.

You mouth, "I'm so sorry."

He mouth,"No, I'm sorry."

You both smile at each other. You look away to where Dodger and Letty are laying down, Letty is laying on Dodger's legs licking him.

"Well, it looks like you two are neighbors." Scott says to you both.

"Right! That's awesome, she's very single." Tilly says as she hangs up.

"Oooh she's not getting invited to any of the movie premieres. I'm going go home. Come on Letty." You say pulling her leash. 

She doesn't budge.

"To bad you only weigh eleven pounds." You say picking her up.

You turn to your left and then to your right.

Fuck!  

Erin why are you so dumb! 

You have no clue which direction your house is.

"Left." Chris says.

"Thank you." You say turning back left and walking away holding a dog that doesn't want to leave.

"She left her water bottle." Scott says.

"I'll take it to her later." Chris says picking it up.

"She's gorgeous......did you see her ass......damn." Scott says.

Chris just looks at him as he starts to walk away, Dodger turns and tries to follow the direction you left in.

"I did, and that's all I'm going to say."

"You going to save that image for your spank bank?"

"Spank bank? Seriously?"

"Sorry, I watched 10 Things I Hate About You last night. Great film. I know how long it's been, so don't act like you haven't already ready pictured her under you or on her knees."

"For fucks sake, Scott!? I just met her, technically we haven't really even met." Chris says walking away.

Scott laughs as he walks behind Chris.

"Fuck you, Scott! Now that's all I'm thinking about!" He yells as he starts to run.

You make it back in 10 minutes.

You were talking out loud the whole time.

"Really! Is this really fucking happening! Chris fucking Evans! Is this because I read that Chris Evans fanfic? Listen! I'm sorry! Well I'm not really! That's story was cute and he sounds great in bed. Speaking of bed! Am I supposed to act like I didn't see his dick?  What a beautiful penis.....oh my God. We share a driveway....his house is what like sixty fucking feet from my house.......great now all I can think of his is dick! Did I save that on my phone?"

You were walking so fast and distracted you just realized you left your water bottle. You set it down when you picked up Dodger's leash.

"Dammit, I love that water bottle, let's go inside." You say to the dog that is sniffing all around Chris's side of the driveway.

You walk inside and Letty goes and gets in her kennel and gets under her blanket.

You take off your shoes and head to take a shower. Tilly calls right after you walk out of the shower.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi, I just spent the last 20 minutes Google'ing him. He's very much single. He loves to take Dodger out on walks, he's covered in tattoos, he enjoys working with his hands, he loves his family, is an ass man and he has a huge penis."

"I don't care. I'm not going to do anything with information. I'm here for one reason, to write these books. This is not a story someone is writing. I'm not going to fall in love with him, he isn't going to take me on long walks where we can't keep our hands off each other, our dogs aren't going to be best friends and constantly have to see each other, you and Scott aren't going to be best friend and have matching toasts at our beautiful Farmhouse wedding." You suddenly get choked up.

"Ohhhh Erin...I'm sorry. I just got excited." She says suddenly with emotion in her voice.

"Serves you right! Who said those acting classes wouldn't help me write better." 

"You bitch! Just so you know he has a wide tongue, too." She hangs up.

Ugh, you just used the massage setting on your handheld shower head. Living next to him was going to kill you.

You get dressed, in a tank top dress that has a built-in bra and head out your pool. You hear laughing coming from your neighbor's house and fight the urge to look over.

"Erin!" You hear Chris yell.

"Please, have a shirt on...." You say before turning around.

"Hey, Chris."

Fuck him. 

No, seriously.

Fuck this sexy ass bastard.

He of course, is in just black swim trunks walking closer to his the fence. There are all the tattoos Tilly said he had, she didn't mention the chest hair.....you just want you rub your hands all over his body.

This is the closet your houses are to each other.

"Did you get that?" Chris asks looking at you.

"Shit, sorry thinking about my...book." You stumbled out.

"I have your water bottle and I was thinking that I could say thank you for grabbing Dodger, by ordering us some lunch?"

"It was no hassle, he just walked right up to me. Sure, yes that would be great."

"You want to come over now? You can come swim with me....if you want. Can you....." He stops himself.

"Were you about to ask me, a black woman, if I can swim?" You say giving him tons of attitude.

He goes beet red.

"Uh no...I was just...you have your hair straight....so I....."

You start to laugh at him.

"I thought Mackie would have told you what not to ask a black woman, it's a weave, I'm taking out next week and getting braids. Yes, I can swim, I was actually a lifeguard all throughout high-school and college. I'll change and grab Letty."

You see the relief in his face.

Did you just fluster Chris Evans.....

You are thankful for your sister, she made you buy all new swimsuits with your cash advance money. You put on your Victoria's Secret ruffle bottom bikini, you got it in three colors, white, pink and green. 

You put on the white one. Put your black sheer cover up.

You put your hair up in a messy bun and grabbed Letty.

"Listen, woman! You better act right! Do not pee on his floor!" You say to the dog who is very confused why she is getting a lecture. 

You put her down and grab the gift basket you just got from Sam Adam's and the freezer box it came in. He isn't in the back yard any more so you walk to his front door and ring the door bell.

"Brace yourself Erin...." You mumble out.

You can hear Dodger barking and Chris telling him to calm down.

He opens the door and smiles at you.

"Welcome, here let me take that. Come in."

Thankfully he put a shirt on.

You follow him to his kitchen while looking in all of his rooms.

"Our houses are the exact same. Even down to the floors. Literally the exact same. You need to see it."

"I'd like that."

You both pause for a second.

Letty and Dodger playing is what broke the tension.

"Its Letty, right? From The Fast and The Furious." 

"It is. Strangely, not many people get that."

"And Dodger, from Oliver and Company?"

"Yes, exactly. Most people think the baseball team."

"Why you have the Sox over here."

"Exactly. You want to head outside?"

"Lead the way." 

He grabs the gift basket and walks towards his backyard.

"Did you buy this?"

"Nope, I mentioned them in an interview and I got this, just yesterday."

"Not going lie that probably my favorite thing about this whole crazy life."

"Same, dude! I swear, someone asked what pen I used and I said Paper-Mate and I had a special delivery the next day. I'm really looking forward to when these studios choose my book."

"Which studios?" He asks opening your gift basket.

"You're just gonna open MY gift basket?"

"I thought this was for me?" He says laughing.

"Why would I give you MY gift basket? I don't know you like that!" You say laughing too.

"Go ahead you already opened it. Paramount, Warner Brothers, Universal and Disney! I'm really excited about that one. They are thinking of my books as movies will start a new segment of Disney aimed at teenagers!" You practically shout.

"That's amazing and my heart is with Disney."

"Holy shit, I haven't told anyone that and wasn't supposed to........I figure you can keep a secret, Cap."

"You going to make me sign an NDA?" He says waaaaay to flirty. 

He opens one of the beers and takes a long drink.

 He licks his bottom lip.

"I could get one drafted up, if I need to. Can I have I one of MY beers, please?"

"Fine, but I get this hat." He says pulling a blue Sam Adam's hat out.

He hands you a beer and your hands touch. He doesn't let go, he grabs his bottle opener and opens for you.

"Thanks. Stop taking my stuff Christopher!"

"You don't want this hat or.....this beer coozie or.........these beer pretzels." He says taking all the things he mentioned.

"Give me those fucking pretzels."You say reaching for them.

"Come on, you don't want these." He opens the bag and takes a handful.

"Ohh you are not nice." You say standing up you take off your swim cover and walk up to him. Your breast are touching his chest and every time you inhale he looks down at your chest.

"Can I help you?" He says looking down at you.

"Chris, can I please, pretty please have those pretzels, I need something hard..and..salty in my mouth."You say with your hands on his chest.

He hands them to you without another word.

"Thanks, dude." You say grabbing them and sitting back down on his pool chaise.

"That was so mean! I'm still keeping this hat and coozie." He says looking over at you.

"Sure, but I'm keeping the corn hole set."

"You sure? I can take it off your hands."

You hear Letty barking at the backdoor.

Chris goes and let's them both put, they are chasing each other in circles, they finally sit he keeps messing with her and she keeps biting him then running away.

"Looks, like they found their best friend." Chris says.

"Yep. She's such an alpha. I'm surprised she letting him be so aggressive with her."

"Well, he definitely likes the challenge of a strong woman."

"She definitely likes the attention."

"He really likes to give it."

You weren't sure at what point you both stopped talking about the dogs but you needed to get in the pool to cool off.

"So we doing this or nah?"

"Huh?" The confusion on his face was priceless.

"Swimming? Or did you just asked me to get in a bikini for nothing."

He pulls off his shirt, finished his beer and walks to the pool, turns to face you, winks and does a perfect back flip.

"Oh you fancy." You get up and walk up to about 3 feet to his pool turn towards him do a cart wheel, that goes into a round off, which has you end right at the edge of his pool, then you do a backflip into the water.

"I give that a fucking ten." He says swimming up to you.

"Thank you. I'll give yours a 9.5 you lost a half point for trying to flirt with the judge."

"I should be given a whole extra point for that."

You splash him and swim away.

"Oooh now you started it." He dives down and pulls you under the water.

You poke him in the ribs and he let's go.

"Ouch!"

You swim up close to him.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to...."

He pulls you under again.

You pull him down too and start to have a contest to see who can stay under water longer. It's been 30 seconds and he is struggling. He groans and swims up.

He watches you as you flip into a handstand underwater and walk away from him, you come up 20 seconds later.

"Damn...."

"Sorry, lifeguard!"

"I normally have much better breath control." He says swimming closer to you.

"Oh really? You practice that?" You say smirking.

"Haven't needed to, come here." 

You get closer and he reaches right under your eye takes the eyelash that had fallen.

"Make a wish." He says holding it up to your mouth.

You close your eyes and blow.

You open your eyes slowly and he is staring at you.

You throw caution to the wind and put your arms around his neck and he immediately put his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. He walks to the shallow end of his pool and puts you against the side of it.

"I'm fighting every urge to kiss you." He says.

"Same. You have no idea how much I want to."

"Then why aren't we kissing?" He says nuzzling and nipping your jaw.

"Because we both know it not going to just be kissing."

"Kiss me and find out." He says kissing your cheek and right under your ear.

"Why don't you kiss me?" You say running your nails down his back.

"I am kissing you." He moves down to your neck.

You turn your head so he'll kiss that spot under your jaw. He does and you practically moan out his name.

"Fuck, you sound so good moaning out my name."

"Kiss me." You moan out as he kisses that spot again. 

"Where?" He runs his tongue against that spot and gently bites you.

You finally turn your head and kiss him. He somehow pulled you even closer.

You put your hands in his hair as he slides his tongue inside your mouth. You pull away a bit and just look at him.

"What? We can stop."

"Nothing, I'm just taking you in. You're really good looking. I did not think this was going to happen." You say giggling.

"You're sweet. You're so gorgeous. You didn't? That bikini doesn’t agree." He says putting his hand on your ass.

You just laugh.

"Apparently, the internet is true, 'Chris Evans, an ass man'."

"With an ass like this, most definitely." He says putting his other hand on your ass.

"You are a whole mess. But to answer your question, I had maybe hoped that I could make out with my super hot neighbor, maybe just once."

"I knew it. Well that same internet calls you 'The writer who is taking YA by storm' I also saw your photoshoot in Vanity Fair, that's why I hoped you were going to wear a bikini, but this....."He runs his thumb along the edge of your bikini bottoms. "This is better than I could imagined."

He kisses you again and you wrap your legs around his waist and you can finally feel his amazing dick against your pussy.

"Damn, I can feel how warm your pussy is, I can't wait to taste you." He says in your ear.

"You look like this and can talk dirty."

"That's nothing......."

You bring his mouth back to yours and bite his bottom lip.

He reaches up and unties your bikini top, then kisses his way down to your nipple and slowly sucks it into his mouth, between his hot mouth and the chill of the water your close to an orgasm.

"Oh my goodness. You are the absolute worst."

He moves to your left breast, while his hand slowly making its way to your pussy.

The backdoor opens....

"Chris, I called you like 8 fucking times...............well hello Erin." Scott says.

"Oh my God, Scott!" You yell.

Chris just holds you close to give you some sort of cover.

"I obviously don't have my phone on me."

"I can see your hands are very full." He says looking straight into the water.

Chris tries to re-tie your top.

"Walk her to me." Scott says squatting down.

He ties the your top for you and get off of Chris.

"Well, this is not embarrassing at all!" You say swimming away.

"I'm fine." Scott says taking off his sandals and shirt and getting in the pool.

"That was the beginning and not the ending of that, right?"

"Ask him." You say laughing.

"You good over?" Scott asks him, when you both realize that he hadn't moved.

"Yep." He quickly turn and swims straight for you. 

You scream and try to swim away. 

He grabs you around the waist and puts you over his shoulder, then stand up so your ass is in his face and he turns and bites your left ass cheek. Then takes you back under the water. You bite him on his back and he let's you go.

You swim away and hide behind Scott.

"Nope, don't bring that shit over here." 

"You heard him. Go away Chris."

"Come here, Erin." 

He says as he lunges towards you.

You were quicker and got out of the pool.

He watches you walk away.

"Erin, can I have fries with that shake?" 

"You better behave."

"This is me behaving."

"You want a beer, Scott?" 

"Always." You open it and had it to him.

"Do I get one?" 

"Are you going to behave?"

"Probably, not."

You open his and walk it over to him.

You finally get yours.

"Watch this."

You put your beer bottle on the edge of the pool, stand to the left of it.

You do a cart wheel right over the bottle but stay on your hands and pick it up with your teeth and suck it in a little, then do a front to back slit then push off your hands and gracefully flip into the water. You come up with the beer bottle still in your mouth.

"Holy shit. That's awesome." Scott says.

Chris is just leaning against the side of the pool staring at you.

You swim up to him

"You didn't like it?"  You ask feeling a bit insecure.

He grabs your hand and walks you out of the pool and straight towards his back door.

"We'll be right back. Go ahead order whatever for lunch." He says to Scott as you follow him inside.

[brieannakeogh]

Dog Days of Summer- Ch 1

New story!!! Happy New Year!

Dog Days of Summer- Chris Evans X plus sized reader. Dog days of summer are usually defined as the hottest of the year, some define it as lazy days. This year ‘hottest’ has nothing to do with the outside temp. You meet Chris and Dodger Evans while taking your own dog to the park. 

Master List

Warnings: Cursing

Chapter 1

Boston, it was an...interesting city. You had always assumed when you moved to a large city it would be New York, or LA, you hadn’t even given Boston a thought, but when your fiance got a big promotion you packed up anyway. He had told you it was going to a great opportunity, what he really meant is it would be a great opportunity to fuck his secretary.

It hadn’t even been two months of moving before you found them in his office plowing her from behind. He was never the creative type. So now you were stuck. He had told you, “Quit your job” “You’ll find something when you get there.” “Concentrate on the wedding.” “My new position makes more than enough to support us.” He was so full of shit.

At least he felt guilty enough to let you keep the apartment and pay 6 months rent in advance. You still had a little nest egg saved up from before the two of you got a joint account, which will last for a while, not having to pay rent. He also let you keep the dog. ‘Let’ is used kind of loosely, he never did like your dog, so during him getting his shit out, he forced the dog in your arms and actually said “This will keep you company.” You wanted to smack him, but your hands were full.

Popcorn had been in your life before Mr. Asshole, as you were now referring to him. Popcorn is a chihuahua, long hair, not ugly like some of the short haired dogs.  He didn’t really have the typical personality of a chihuahua either. He didn’t bark much and was extremely lazy, which is why halfway through the walk to the dog park, he stopped and wanted to be carried.

This dog park was new to you, the one that Mr. Asshole had found was actually further away. Of course you found out later it was closer to ‘her’ apartment. Regardless, this was only a few blocks away and you were happy to be out of the house. After Mr. Asshole left you decided you had enough saved up for a much deserved break. Taking a month off before you started looking at other jobs was a good idea so far, even if it had only been a week.

You had been working since you were 18, sometimes multiple jobs at a time. Saving every penny, for the future. Future house, future car, future life, while your present life was put on hold. For once it was nice to not think about what the future holds and just be.

It was a nice little park, not too terribly big, but enough space that it didn’t feel crowded. There was a rod iron fence around the perimeter and benches as well. There were a number of dogs with their owners and it didn’t give off a weird vibe some parks did.

You set Popcorn down unleashing him, but keeping his harness on, so he can run around. He had other plans and stayed seated at your feet. You pick him up and set him on is feet again, pushing his butt. “Come on, there are lots of dogs to play with. You can’t be the only lump.”

You sigh when he still sits back down, looking up like “whatcha going to do about it?” Placing your hands on your hips you shake your head and decide to sit on a little bench, hoping he will be motivated later.

Just as you were about to walk away, you hear a man shout, “Dodger!” and a big brown and white dog jumped happily on your legs. “Well hello there!” Patting his head and giving his ears a ruffle. “You like to play don’t you? Not some little lump of a dog.” Popcorn notices your attention being pulled away from him and jumps up on your other leg, vying for your attention.

“Dodger! Get off of her! Sorry about that.” The man that shouted earlier grabs the dog by the collar and pulls him back to his side.

“It’s ok, he’s just excited.” You laugh, as your suspicions are confirmed. Yep, the man that shouted and the dog, you’d seen on many a twitter post, were in fact standing in front of you.

Popcorn still wasn’t happy with you, now having someone else to compete attention for, and started a bit of a whine as he jumped. “Fine you little useless thing.” Bending down to pick him up, he lays contently in your arms, but you know it won’t last. “Can’t you be as excited and running around like Dodger? Huh?”

“He doesn’t want to play?” Chris asks.

“Nope, sat right down. I even carried him half the way so he wouldn’t get too tired to play with the other dogs.”

“I see the problem.” Chris tells you and you lift an eyebrow waiting on an explanation. “You brought a rat to a dog park.” His exaggerated smirk wears thin on you, because he thinks he’s so clever.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “He’s not a rat!”

“He’s a chihuahua, same difference.”

You hold him out for Chris’s inspection. “He’s long haired and adorable, nothing like the rat chihuahuas. Besides there isn’t anything wrong with having a rat as a pet, they’re cute.”

“You’ve had a rat as a pet? I would think most women would be scared of them.” He reaches out to pat Popcorn, his large hand engulfing his head.

“I didn’t have a rat, but I had a feeder mouse I kept as a pet for 2 years until she got a tumor on her back and she died of cancer. My dad even did a cancer walk in her honor.”

Chris’s grin got wider and wider until he was full out laughing at the end of it. At some point in the conversation, Chris had let go of Dodger’s collar and was lazily throwing a ball to him. You set your dog down and watch as he again sat on his butt by your feet, watching Dodger play fetch.

“So what’s the rat’s name?” Chris asks with a smirk.

You choose to ignore his derogatory comment to your dog. “Popcorn.”

“Popcorn? Isn’t that a little odd for a dogs name?”

“Technically his full name is Burnt Lightly Salted Popcorn.” Chris stares at you wide eyed at the long name before he starts to howl in laughter.

“Jesus woman you’re a trip you know that?” He tells you after catching his breath.

You shrug your shoulders. “When he was a puppy he was a dark gray blue all over but for a bit of white on his chest and the tips of his paws, he could also fit in the palm of your hand. It made sense at the time.”

“Only to you maybe.” He chuckles.

“Like Dodger is any better? It’s boring.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey, maybe his name is boring, but at least he’s not. Popcorn just sits there.” He counters smugly.

“He’s also old, see all the gray around his muzzle?” You bend down giving him a pat and scratching under his chin so he lifts his head up.

“He is all gray and white. You can’t tell age from that. I’ll give it to him, at least he’s not a yappy dog.”

“Yeah he’s a big old weirdo.”

“Like his owner?” He smirks down at you.

“Hey! I resemble that remark!” You stand up, playfully glaring at him until you let out a laugh.

He laughs along. Pointing to a bench he asks, “Do you want to sit?” You shrug and nod. Popcorn noticing you are moving away, gets up to follow you. Dodger is still chasing and bringing the ball back to Chris, but once the two of you sit he lays down just chewing on it.

“I’m Chris by the way.” He extends a hand to you when you’ve both settled down.

“Yep, the best Chris as well.” You wink at him as you take his hand, shaking it. His eyes widen and gives you a puzzled look after. You pull your hand away. “What? Did I say the wrong thing? Should I have pretended like I don’t know who you are?”

“No, no, sorry don’t worry about it. It’s nothing.” He says looking down at Dodger and scratching his head.

“I figured most people you meet would know you. I mean Dodger is famous after all, and your his owner.” You knock your shoulder into his, to get his attention, and smile at him.

He sighs. “Yeah that’s true.” He says before giving you a lopsided grin of his own. He reminds you that you hadn’t told him your name, so you do. The awkward tension lessens and the two of you go back to joking around, Dodger playing with his ball, even Popcorn getting up and peeing on a bush in the corner.

After awhile you start getting hungry, until you know it’s time to go. “I’m starving, I think Popcorn and I are gonna head out.” You tell him standing up and stretching. He stands up with you.

“Yeah I’m starting to get hungry too.” He hesitates before he asks the next question. “Did you want a selfie before you go?”

“Huh? Why?” You are genuinely thrown off by the question.

He chuckles at your expression. “That’s just what most people want.”

“Oh, I mean I know what you look like Chris. I’m sure I’ll see you back here again, unless your gonna not talk to me anymore, in which case I won’t want a selfie anyway.” You pretended to be offended and huffy.

“I don’t make it back home that often ya know, but I’ll probably be here the next month or two. I just didn’t want you to miss this pretty face.”

You pick up Popcorn, talking to him. “Ok it’s time to go Popcorn. The ego is out of control with this one.”

“Ha ha.” Chris laughs sarcastically, and you giggle back.

“Seriously it was good to meet you. Make sure you say hi if you see me around. I know I’m intimidating and all but I don’t bite.” You laugh and he just shakes his head at you, thinking for once you were going to be serious.

You both hook leashes to the dogs and walk out the little gate together. It was getting awkward again, not knowing how to say goodbye. So you did what had been working for you all this time. You said goodbye to Dodger. Squatting down, ruffling his ears. “Now you be a good boy and look after your dad, because he needs all the help he can get.”

“At least I don’t have a rat as a pet.” He counters. He watches you roll your eyes at him and now he really doesn’t want to leave. He hadn’t had this much fun talking to someone new in a while. Most people were careful about what they said around him, full of compliments and praises, you hadn’t even told him if you liked his work or not. Maybe you were just into his dog pics on twitter? “I just remembered there is a great little bistro around the corner from here. They are very dog friendly too.” He tells you.

Dodger seems sad when you stop petting him and you stand up. You try to figure out if that was an invitation or not from Chris’s expression. ‘Oh fuck it.’ You think. If that’s not what he means, it’ll suck but if he does mean that, how often do you get the chance to eat lunch with Chris Evans?

“Sounds good. Lead the way?” You nod at him and fall into step beside him as he starts walking. His long legs and energetic dog, is making both you and Popcorn have to almost jog to keep up. “Think we could slow down? My stride is much shorter and Popcorn is tired from sitting on his butt all day.”

“Sorry, habit.” He slows down to match pace with you, and you pick up your dog, toting him around again. “Are you new to the area? I hadn’t seen you at that park before.”

“Moved to Boston a couple of months ago. I live just up that street and two blocks to the right. My fiance use to take him to a park that was further away then this one.” You think you see the little bistro up ahead.

“Ah, guess he didn’t realize there was one closer.”

You clear your throat. “No, he knew. That just happened to be closer to someone else’s apartment. I should have said ex-fiance.” Chris was starting to look uncomfortable and had that pity face everyone gets when you tell them. “Its weird calling him that, because in my head I just refer to him as Mr. Asshole. So you see my dilemma.” You laugh a little as he stops at the place you thought. Definitely cute and a little outside patio to sit. You see a couple of other people with their dogs.

“Yeah, I think that’s a better name.” He nods and turns to the hostess telling her it would be for two people and two pooches. She leads you to a patio table and there is even little water bowls brought for the dogs.

“Wow they have a little food section for the dogs too. Guess they get a lot of traffic from the dog park.” You tell him looking at the menu.

“I always forget that this is here, not sure why.”

“You travel so much, it’s understandable. I still need to explore the area more. Seems like I’m getting stuck in a food rut.”

The waiter stops by the table. “What can I get you guys to drink?” Both of you order water. “And will this be separate or together?” You don’t really like the condescending look he gives you at that question. For all he knows this could be a date. Chris is maybe totally into newly single, plus sized girls, that have weird animal naming habits and a rat for a pet. He doesn’t know.

“Separate.” You said at the same time Chris says. “Together.”

“My invitation, my treat.” He tells you.

“Nope, that’s not how this works. I would have had to buy my own lunch anyway, so it’s no skin off my teeth. You can show off how much more money you make than me at a later date.” You smirk, nudging him with a leg under the table.

Chris just looks down and shakes his head with a smile.

“I’ll give you guys a few minutes to look over the menu while I get those drinks.” The waiter tells you.

“So what do you do that pays so poorly?” Chris asks when the waiter leaves.

“Right now, nothing.” You tell him still reading the menu. When he doesn’t respond you look up at him. He’s waiting for an explanation, so you set the menu down. “I use to work in an office, back where I lived before, but I quit to move here with Mr. Asshole. It was kinda quick and he told me not to rush finding something here, but when we broke up I decided to take a break. I’ve never taken a vacation, never stopped working, and I had a little money saved up.” You shrug. “So I’m taking a month off to enjoy my freedom, before getting back to the grind.”

“Never taken a vacation?” He asks incredulously.

“Not since I started working at 18. My honeymoon was going to be the first one in a long time. I was very thrifty.”

“Then I think you deserve your time off. You gotta have a little fun in your life.”

“That’s what I’m doing now. Living in the moment, not worrying about paying for a white picket fence future. We were together so long, I never did get to go wild, although I’m kinda too old now.” You laugh.

“Pish! You’re only as old as you feel.” He tells you leaning back in the chair.

“Says the 35 year old frat boy.”

“37, thank you very much.” You stick your tongue out at him. “How old are you?”

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask that question to a woman?”

“I thought you were all independent with the whole separate check thing, besides you started it.” He points at you.

“I started it? What are we in kindergarten?” He just shrugs at you, keeping eye contact, waiting on a response. “Fine. I’m mophaiftaxz.” You mumble something at random.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.” He turns his ear to you and leans in.

“I’m mophaiftaxz.” You say louder, but still say nonsense at the end. You spot the waiter, walking up. “Hey look who it is! Good timing! Look Chris it’s…” You cock your head reading his name tag. “Ron? Ron! Our favorite waiter!” You beam up at Ron, who looks slightly concerned now.

“Just ignore her, she’s drunk.” Chris says offhandedly to Ron.

“Who would be drunk this early on a weekday?” Your tone offended. Chris just points to a group of four wealthy looking ladies, all having wine with lunch as they cackled. “I am not a rich housewife. For one I would have to have a husband, and I’ve already told you about that. Two I would have to be rich.”

“Living in this neighborhood you can’t be too bad off to afford one of the apartments around here.”

You decide to ignore the comment and take a sip of water that Ron dropped off.

“Is...uh...is this a bad time to take your order?” Ron is very uncomfortable.

“Now is a great time Ron!” You pick the menu back up, realizing you hadn’t decided what you want to eat yet. “Why don’t you go first.” You gesture to Chris.

Chris looks utterly amused and his eyes glint as he throws you under the bus. “No, no ladies first.”

“Umm...ah...right….I’ll have…” You close your eyes and randomly point. “This!” Without looking at what you’re pointing at.

“Ma’am that’s part of the dog food section.” Ron is now done with your shit, while Chris can’t contain his laughter. Throwing his head back and doing his signature boob grab.

You kinda want to keep up with the crazy person bit, just to see how much Ron can take but you also don’t want to eat dog food.

“Fine.” You let out a sad sigh, and point to a sandwich that sounds decent. Chris orders his food the normal way.

“I think we’re going to have to give Ron a big tip.” Chris tells you.

“It would be even bigger if he learned to play along.” You grumble.

“Hey it’s not Ron’s fault you’re a crazy person.”

“But what does it say about you, if you’re hanging out with me?” You smirk at him.

“It means I must be bored to tears at home.”

You tilt your head a little to figure out if that’s true or not. “Between projects?”

He nods. “Taking a break too. Next shoot doesn’t start for two months.”

The silence stretches out, you take a sip of water, he does too. You want to ask him what his next roll is, you also what to ask him about Avengers 4 spoilers, but mostly you want to ask if he wants to hang out again.

“You know, I might be taking Popcorn to the dog park more.” You tell him, catching his eye over your water.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep, I’m thinking tomorrow about 3?” Three is a good time right? Hang out time. Not looking to go out for food as it’s between lunch and dinner, and not at night looking for a party. The longer he stares at you the more antsy you get.

“3 could work.” He says finally as you let a breath out. The smile you send his way is dazzling and he thinks it could rival some of his on screen counterparts with how much your face lights up.

The moment is interrupted with Ron bringing out the food. Your sandwich looks good, and way too big for you to eat the whole thing at lunch. Chris got a salad with a massive slice of salmon on top. “I always forget to tell them to put the salmon on the side. For some reason cut up chicken and steak is fine mixed in but with salmon I want to eat it separately, and look the lettuce is all wilted.” He frowns, poking at his bowl.

You look around for someone wearing an apron and see a waiter just finished taking someone’s drink order. “Excuse me?” You yell a bit to get his attention. “Can we get a little side plate, and quickly? Hot fish and cold lettuce is no bueno.” The waiter leaves and you stack your sandwich halfs on top of each other, making a little room on your plate. You push the empty side across the table to him. “Here set it on my plate till they bring you your own.”

“I didn’t say that to be difficult you know.” He tells you as he uses two forks to lift the piece of fish onto your plate.

“Exactly how is this making you be difficult? I mean, honestly, who likes hot wilted lettuce?” You give an exaggerated shutter.

You scootch a little closer over to his side, at the round table, so you can both eat off your plate for the time being. A few minutes later Ron stops by the table with a plate in his hands. “You had asked for another plate?” His eyebrow lifts in suspicion on what you two plan to do with said plate.

You take it from him. “Thanks Ron! I wanted to show Chris here a good plate juggling act I’ve been working on. It’s got a good 10% success rate.” Keeping a straight face the whole time, Ron looks terrified that you’re serious. You make a small shooing gesture with your hand as Ron reluctantly turns to leave. Smirking at Chris beside you, you hand the plate over.

“You ever think about going into acting? Or more specifically comedy?” Chris taunts.

You sigh and shrug. “Another life maybe.”

The rest of the meal the two of you talk about everything and nothing. Some banter and some serious, the conversation flows well. Almost the second that your forks are down and napkins in plates, Ron shows up with two checks, handing them off quickly.

“I get the sneaking suspicion he wants his table back.” You giggle.

“No! Not our good friend Ron!” Chris adds with a smirk and shocked outrage, as he reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.

Settling up and both leaving a more than generous tip for the distress caused to Ron, you get up and usher the dogs out of the patio area.

“Thanks for the lunch company Chris.” You tell him while standing awkwardly on the sidewalk.

“It was fun.” He grinned, hands in his pockets. “So 3 tomorrow at the dog park you think?”

You nod. “Yeah that seems like a good arbitrary time, right?”

“Maybe I’ll see ya around.” He gives you a half smile smirk, then looks down at the dog by his side. “Dodger, let’s go home.” The dog takes off leading the way, Chris doing a small wave as he goes.

“Ok Popcorn, your turn. Mush.” He sits there. “No? Alright.” You sigh and pick him up, walking back to your apartment.

Next Chapter

So I’ll have chapter 16 up next week for Between a Rock and a Hard place. I’m debating if that should be the finial chapter or if I should do an epilogue. 

Here is a picture of Popcorn, yes that’s really my dog, and yes that is the reason behind his name...

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