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[xelles-archive]

Her Cure

➥ Peter Maximoff x Self-insert

➥ Genre: Fluff with a bit of venting

➥ Summary: Peter comes to his girlfriend's house, but wasn't expecting to see her with a down mood.

➥ Word Count: 3.3k

➥ Warnings: Don't read if you don't like sharing Peter as an f/o. This is super, SUPER self-indulgent, so please don't send any hate.

➥ A/N: I'll be using she/her pronouns in this story because I still haven't gotten used to writing myself as 'they' in stories. Also, Peter's little sister's name isn't confirmed. It's just a headcanon of mine that her name is Lorna.

➥ Tags: @nougatships @just-sinag @selfshipping-port

The ringing from the alarm clock on Peter's desk was the very first thing that welcomed him into this new day, but the repeating, annoying sound was immediately dismissed when he slammed his hand on it. He nearly punched down the whole thing due to his pressure. He groggily sat up on his bed and harshly rubbed his eye. "Agh!" He groaned, getting weird glitches in his vision. That didn't stop Peter from doing his routine though, as it quickly disappeared, too.

He went to his closet and changed from his pajamas to his casual wear. The classic black band t-shirt and silver leather jacket. He dashed upstairs once, then came back to his room and grabbed a comb to brush his hair. "Hell yeah, you're looking great." He clicked his tongue and pointed finger guns at himself in the mirror. He finally went upstairs, for real this time.

He was met with his mother cooking breakfast, and the smell of eggs and bacon rose to Peter's nostrils, making him inhale the precious scent. It was a classic breakfast, and he can't wait to eat it.

Finally, after a minute or so, Magda noticed his presence. "Oh, Peter! I didn't notice you there." She looked behind to give her son a bright smile, which he nicely reflected back. "Oh, well, ya know. Just doin' things as fast as I can." Peter shrugged his shoulders, as the sarcasm in his line of voice made the woman giggle. The wide smile stuck on her face as she went back to cooking. "It's almost finished. Maybe you could wake up your sister for the meantime."

Peter nodded in response, and even though his mom wasn't looking, she knew he already obeyed what she said. It's one of the good sides to his mutation.

Not even a minute has passed, and the young boy was already back to his previous spot. The mother looked at him in confusion and opened her mouth to ask, but Peter already knew – almost like predicting it — what she was supposed to say. "She's dressing up. Don't worry."

She smiled again, and expected nothing more or less of her son. When was there a time without Peter ever lightening up the mood? She doesn't remember at least one moment when it felt boring in the house, well, probably except before Peter came.

But none of that matters, as they're all together now.

Soon enough, the youngest member of the family came down. "Hey there, lil sis." Peter greeted his younger sibling, who seemed to be still sleepy. She yawned quite loudly and nearly fell off when she climbed up on the chair. Even with the lack of response, the cute little scene that occurred in front of him made Peter smile. "Still sleepy, huh?" He mocked.

Lorna merely hummed and nodded her head with her eyes still fluttering open. Their mother turned around with two plates in her hand, scooting them over to where Peter and Lorna were sitting. Both of them childishly eyed the well-done dish, their mouths watering in hunger. "Well then, let's dig in." The woman clasped her hands together, and the small family grabbed their respective utensils to start eating.

In just a blink of an eye, Peter was munching down on the food. Maybe too fast. Not even having a single bite, Magda placed down her spoon on the plate. "Peter, slow down." She remarked, quite calmly in fact. As a mother, she had the right to be concerned of her children's intentions.

"Hm?" Peter looked up from his plate, and when he saw the disapproving look on his mother's face, he gulped down the food as hard as he can. "Sorry." He raised his hand as a sign of apology.

A gentle smile replaced the frown on her face. "What's with the rush? Do you have a date?"

Lorna nearly choked on her food as soon as their mother ended her statement. She placed down her utensils and looked over to his older brother with excited eyes. "You're going out with Xelle again?!"

"Whaaaaat?" Peter scoffed. "Noooo." He waved his hand, rolling his eyes as he did so. "I'm just gonna visit her house, that's all." He was supposedly going to continue eating, but Lorna still had more questions. This little girl was always excited when it comes to Peter's girlfriend.

"But it's still considered a date, right?" She raised her eyebrows, awaiting for her older brother's response. Peter opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then opened it again with a cocked brow. "I guess? I mean, we're still going out, so yeah, maybe it's considered a date." He just shrugged it off as he grabbed his glass of water to drink.

Lorna squealed, shaking her arms in excitement, and even rocking her legs back and forth under the table. "Ooooh man! I can't wait to have my sister-in-law!"

Even one single word could cause everything to crumble. Their mother had been listening to their conversations at the start, but she wasn't expecting to hear such words from her daughter. Her eyes widened, while Peter spat out the water he was drinking. Magda quickly scolded him for making a mess in front of them. But then, it's gone in an instant. The table looked clean again.

The mother anxiously looked over to her daughter, giving her an uncertain smile. "Maybe that's too early for your brother, dear."

Tilting her head in confusion, she asked another question. Oh, how different the circumstances will be if Xelle was here right now. She could have hushed the young girl, at least. "Why? Is he not old enough to marry her?"

"Okay, Lorna, I'm only twenty years old." Peter suddenly intruded in the conversation as he wiped the excess liquid on his face. "Plus, I still got college to catch up to. I don't wanna rush things."

Their mother laughed at him. "That's funny coming from you." It took a while for Lorna to register the joke, but even Peter's humor was fast enough for him to understand. He didn't even realize he was making a joke, yet he still laughed along. "Hah, real funny, Mom. Anyway, I gotta go." He took one last bite from his food before dashing off, probably to Xelle's place.

Neither of the two females were able to say something before he left. Magda's eyes brought themselves to check Peter's plate, and she was not happy to see it. She frowned, and even if she knew he wouldn't hear her, she shouted out his name.

He suddenly appeared in the dining room again. "Sorry. Again." He gave his mother an apologetic smile as he grabbed his plate and washed it really quickly. He made sure he got to say goodbye properly this time.

Magda released a sigh. "I sure do hope I'll get a daughter-in-law, too."

The young girl smiled widely at her mother. "So you agree with me!"

Arriving in his girlfriend's place, Peter was refreshed to see the familiar green plants in her tiny little garden. With all the flowers and succulents, her house looked adorable. Thank heavens her father allowed her to live alone. He's been here multiple times already, mainly for checking up on her and taking her out on dates, but when he saw somebody on her doorstep, he stopped in his tracks.

It looked like a woman. Well, at least to Peter. She had long brownish hair and wore fancy clothing, she even had a purse dangling from her arm. There stood Xelle in the doorway, a clear frown on her face. Peter furrowed his eyebrows in worry as he watched this lady talk to his girlfriend. He couldn't hear what they were saying from this distance, so he just stood there. Besides, it was only a few steps away.

A few minutes had passed, and the lady finally turned around and entered her car, which was parked just outside. Peter pretended to walk as a passerby when the car zoomed past him. He looked behind him to check the plate number.

Xelle didn't even bother to look after that lecture from her stepmother. She ran her hand over her hair, tugging on it out of anger, as a long, sad sigh escaped from her lips. She had been fighting off her tears while she listened to those harsh words. She always thought of herself as a crybaby, and now that she finally has some time alone, she closed the door.

"Ow."

Or maybe not.

The female looked at her door, making an assumption that someone was behind it. She looked down at the ground, catching a glimpse of that silver-colored shoe she always recognized, stuck in between the door frame. She immediately opened the door, and to no surprise, she was faced with her boyfriend.

Peter waved his hand as a cute smile was embedded on his face. He didn't even need to say anything and Xelle already found herself smiling again, even the slightest. "Hi, Peter."

That was highly unusual. She'd usually jump at him for a hug or smile widely at him. The young boy noticed her change of behavior, the smile on his face disappearing. "You okay?" He brought his hand down.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She responded, turning around as she allowed Peter to come inside. He was polite enough to remove his shoes and set it aside before actually coming in. He closed the door and followed Xelle into the kitchen, which was just beside the living room.

Washing dishes, once again. Never the same, never different either. Peter watched her fingers gracefully slip past the smooth plates and place them down on a dryer. It was a weird thing for him to observe, but he loved every little thing about her. He can't resist himself.

Xelle was finally done with the dishes, dabbing a towel on her hands to get rid of the wetness, when Peter suddenly appeared beside her. He leaned onto the counter as he smiled at her. "So who was that lady earlier?"

Bringing her gaze to him, she raised an eyebrow at him. "What lady?" She asked as she hung the towel on the fridge's handle. "The lady you were talking to in the doorway." Peter responded, tilting his head while he awaited for her answer.

Xelle narrowed her eyes at him. "You were eavesdropping on us?" She asked in disbelief. The male in front of her widened his eyes and awkwardly laughed. "What? No. I just saw you talking with her." He stood up straight, placing a firm hand on her waist and bringing her over to him. Their bodies ended up colliding each other as their eyes focused on the ones in front of them. "You know I wouldn't lie to you." He pushed back a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She smiled at him, genuinely this time. "I know." As she thought the heavy burden in her chest was finally going to disappear, it just came back again. The corners of her lips deepened themselves into a frown, and to prevent Peter from seeing it, she pushed herself away from him. "But you don't need to worry about her. She's just my stepmother." She walked away into the living room.

Peter was, at first, confused why she suddenly distanced herself like that. The biggest thing that confused him was the stepmother. "Wait, stepmother? You have a stepmom?" He questioned as he followed her path.

"Yeah," she plopped down on the couch, "she and Papa didn't last long, though." Grabbing the remote control, she turned on the television. Her arm was laid out on the couch's backrest while her other one faced the squarish electronic. "But like I said, you don't need to worry about her." A few static sounds were brought to life until she stopped to one channel.

Even if she says that, of course he's still going to worry. Xelle was acting strange and he was not liking it. He pressed his lips into a thin line, shaking his head and stepping towards the couch. "Do you really think," he started as he sat beside Xelle, "I would believe that when you have that look on your face?"

Xelle brought her gaze to him and slightly tilted her head. "What do you mean?" In a flash, the remote control in her hand was gone. She looked at the absence of the object for a quick moment before she looked at Peter, who now had the remote in his hand, with wide eyes. "You know what I mean." He turned off the television and set the remote aside.

The short-haired female merely stayed silent and stared at him with uncertainty, this lack of response made Peter cross his arms. "C'moooon. You can't keep hiding things from me." He cooed a bit teasingly.

She knows she can't. He could always tell when something is bothering her, and that's why she still loves him to this very day. It's one of the biggest reasons why she's so happy every time she's with him. She took one deep breath before crawling over to Peter, to which took him by surprise. "Oop-" He yelped as Xelle pushed him down on the couch. She somehow got in between his legs and made herself comfortable to lay on his chest.

The adorable sight that took appearance in front of Peter's eyes made him chuckle out of amusement. He wrapped his arms around her and smirked down at her. "What, we're just gonna cuddle without even telling me what the problem is?"

Xelle giggled in response. As soon as her light laughter died down, her eyes wandered off to somewhere. "It's just…" She started. "Sometimes it's hard having alexithymia."

"Alexi- wha-" Peter narrowed his eyes, but it didn't take him long to realize what she was talking about. "Ohh, right. Alexithemic."

"Alexithymia." She corrected him.

"Right. Yeah."

She couldn't help but to at least smile at his silliness. "I don't know, it's just, it's hard expressing my emotions." The weight on her body — even though nothing was on her — felt heavy, as she found herself sinking deeper into Peter's embrace. "Especially since I don't have the confidence to speak up." Her hands gently hovered his shoulders. "I mean, it's not very severe, but it's, it's still difficult. It causes misunderstandings."

"Your emotions seep out a lot to me, though."

Xelle brought her eyes to look at him. He had that adorable little smile and raised his eyebrows, as if he was trying to prove what she said was wrong. "I could tell that you're sad, and…happy, oh, and…angry?" His statement sounded so unsure, but that somehow still made her laugh.

That's all he wanted to hear, after all.

A tiny chuckle is enough to relieve him that she's doing fine. He doesn't really consider himself a good person to ask for advice, but if Xelle sees him that way, he'll try the best he can.

Peter caressed the top of her head, despite the shortness of her hair, he wanted to get a better look on her face. "I'm kidding. But what makes you say that?" He tried to continue the conversation.

"Well, you saw my stepmother earlier, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She fiddled with her fingers and lightly clasped them together as she tried to find the right words to say. Peter could sense a bit of hesitance from her, but nonetheless, he waited for her to speak. "We kinda got into, uh, we got into an argument because I didn't get to say I'm sorry." Fully clasping her fingers together into a tight hold, her breath hitched for a quick second. "It's, it's one of the things I hate about myself."

Xelle was supposed to bury her face on Peter's chest out of the shame, until she felt sudden movement and had no choice but to look up. "Heeey." Peter pushed himself up with his arms and stared down at her. "Just because you didn't get to do something you want doesn't mean you can hate yourself." He said, receiving an astonished look from his girlfriend.

He didn't know what he truly meant, but he was saying it from the heart. He knew how it felt like to hate yourself for the things you do. He just didn't want to see the sweetest girl he had ever met do it to herself, too.

"I mean," his eyes looked everywhere before quickly bringing themselves back to Xelle, "you were considering the fact that you should apologize to her. That already makes you a good person, right?" He attempted to reach out to her face and caress her cheek with his thumb. "Besides, if you hate yourself, I'm hating myself, too."

Eyes burning up in tears, Xelle found herself melting into Peter's touch. A silent weep escaped from her lips, and as she couldn't bring herself to speak up, she just nodded her head in response. It was so easy for her to tear up, and yet Peter doesn't mind any of that. As soon as he saw her crying, he brought her into a hug. At moments like these, it felt like her alexithymia was gone.

Peter was her cure.

What sounded like sniffs turning into sobs eventually took over the conversation as the couple found comfort just by being in each other's arms. Peter gave her the time to let out her tears, giving her occasional back rubs and gripping onto her like he didn't want to ever let her go. It always hurt him to see her like this.

When her tightened posture finally loosened up, and her breath seemed to slow down, Peter also found himself finally calming down. It almost felt like their heartbeats were synchronized, being so physically close to each other gave them more of a chance to be connected.

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, his ears was met with something he never expected to hear on a day like this,

"I love you."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"I said I love you, Peter."

Did she really say that? She never voluntarily says 'I love you' to anyone, including Peter himself. Did she just really say 'I love you' to him?

"I- Wow-" He stopped himself mid-sentence as he chortled. Xelle pulled herself away and took a glance at her boyfriend's shocked expression. The corners of her lips brought themselves up to form a smile as she breathed out a laugh. "What, you're not used to it?" She teased.

"Yeah, well," Peter shook his head, "you never say those three words to anyone." He spoke through gritted teeth. Xelle's chest felt lighter as she released another hearty laugh. That laugh of hers that always gets Peter's head in cloud nine. It's something he always treasured, and now that he heard it again, he almost flinched when he felt her hands fondle with his cheeks. "Then consider yourself lucky." She placed a peck on his nose before nuzzling her face in his neck.

Peter was left speechless, his mouth slightly agape, after that unexpected occurrence. That quick nose kiss made his heart skip an extra beat. He was weak for those types of kisses. He doesn't know why, but he always gets flushed and hot when he receives affection from Xelle — let alone her rare, peculiar, wholesome behavior.

He was going to wrap his arms around her, when an idea popped in his head.

"Hey, you know what?"

She hummed in response, staying in position.

Peter grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away, grinning widely at her.

"I love you too." Using his superspeed to his advantage, he showered her with lots of kisses on her face. To Xelle, it felt like she was being tickled. She laughed out loud as she tried to cover her face from any further kisses, but they still kept coming. Overwhelmed with the amount of love she's getting, she just slammed her hands and managed to catch Peter's face, finally closing in their distance and placing a firm kiss on his lips. It wasn't long enough before he gave in and returned the pleasure to her.

At this moment of time and day, Xelle feels content with everything that involves Peter.

[thejemersoninferno]

In my place.

· Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader.

· Request: “Reader is from California and she takes a solo trip to Boston to get away for a while (not a good family life) and she bumps into Chris and well even though she’s a fan, Chris starts to develop something right away” by the sweet @afictionaladventure16. You gave me those lines and it really got me hooked up since I read it! 

· A/N: I’m sorry I took too long to post (2 weeks?) but I’ve been really busy at my new job (YAYYY!) and  I couldn’t have time to post my own writing LOL. Once again, I’m beta’d by @jewels2876 who is always helping me and hyping me up all the time! Thank you, my dear!

· Word Count: 4287.

· Warnings: language, a bit of angst.

“My house, my rules!” Your mom shouts at you. You growl and throw your napkin at the table. Your big brother and his fiancé just watch amused, your dad rolls his eyes and monitions you to sit back again. You shake your head and push your chair back.

“You can’t choose my life for me,” You snarl back, “I’m old enough to choose for myself and who I want in my life!” 

Your mom stands up pushing her chair back, she tries to walk to you but your dad stops her, knowing what’s coming after.

“Let me go,” Your mom hisses.

“Love, calm down,” Your dad’s soft voice makes you want to puke, “If she really wants to inherit anything from this family, she’ll do as told,” He throws a cold look at you, his mouth shut in a line. You open your mouth slightly.

“I don’t want your money!” You spat furiously.

“Then get the hell out of my house!” Your mom shouts, your eyes burning from the tears that are forming, making you feel small and vulnerable. 

“I’m your daughter,” You murmur, your lips trembling.

“You stopped being my daughter the moment you walked away from us,” Your mom declared.

You denied upset, your hands flew up to the sky, your leg shaking slightly.

“I was studying!” You spat quickly.

“Study? You call that study?” She howled mockingly.

“See? How I’m supposed to be okay in this family if everything I love is a joke to you?” You babbled upset, “I’ve done everything to please you and yet, I’m always wrong,”

“If you’d only listen like your brother!” Your dad snarled.

“Listen? That’s obeying!” You spat, “Not even the army has to follow rules like yours,”

“Get. Out.” Your mom hissed, her features revealed a furious face.

“That’s what you want?” You asked, sobbing.

“This is not the life I choose for my daughter,” Your mom hissed.

“You’re really kicking me out just because I don’t want to date him?” You asked, shocked.

“You made this choice,” Your dad pointed out. You shook your head, grabbed your phone from your table and walked to your room. You flashed the door open, walked to your private wardrobe and grabbed a big suitcase, you threw your clothing inside and stormed downstairs to get away from once you called, family. Your brother and his fiancé were waiting outside for you.

“Uhm, not sure Dad’s gonna be fine with you taking the car,” He laughed. You glared at him deadly and threw your suitcase into the trunk. 

“You won,” You said, “You always win,”

“Lil sis,” He said, “You could have it all,”

“Not like this,” You murmured denying, “Not under their rules,”

You jumped in the car and drove away, leaving behind your life, the life you never dream of, the life you were given without needing it. The tears rolled down your face, the low music pounding from the stereo, the sun drying the non-stop tears. You drove for a while, one, two hours until you felt tired. You parked outside a hotel and booked a room for the night; you still had money, the money you have worked your ass out to gain it. 

The next morning, you sat in the closest coffee shop, listening to music from your phone. You were trying to think what were you gonna do now, now that you were finally free from any chain around your future. The waitress approached you offering more coffee, you nodded and thanked her.

“Sally!” Another waitress ran to her.

“Ann!” The waitress yelped, “You’re back!”

“You’re not going to believe it!” Ann squealed, “Boston is amazing!”

“Girlsssssssssssss,” The supervisor called out.

“Sorry Jack,” Ann giggled, “I’m happy to see you guys!” 

Sally, Ann and Jack laughed, you smiled at them, once Sally served your coffee she walked away to her friend who was happily chatting with the supervisor about her trip to Boston. You have never been to Boston, you thought. You sat there, drinking coffee and thinking about your future, you didn’t want to stay in California, you knew it will be just matter of days from every single soul around your circle, your family circle will hear what happened and they will start calling you out for leaving your family. You snap your tongue and opened the navigator site on your phone. You checked miles, flights and you decided to start over again, a new beginning in a place no one will know about you. 

You were checking your info to go to Boston when your dad texted you to give him back your car, well his, you rolled your eyes and told him to pick it up. An hour later, your family’s driver arrived to pick the car up, he gave you a sad smile and wished you a good day, you pouted and gave him a hug, you’ve grown around him and you will forever remember the days you spent helping him clean the cars or him teaching you to drive to get your driving license. You said your farewells and you walked away. The next morning you would be on your way to your new life.

You spent the night eating for the last time fast food from your favourite Chinese while you watched Avengers: Age of Ultron. You chuckled and pouted the whole movie, you loved the Avengers with your whole heart. You remembered the time you went to the San Diego Comic Con to see them, good old days you thought. You went with your brother when you were still close friends. After brushing your teeth, you fell down on the bed ready to sleep.

You’ve been four days in Boston already, your bank account’s cards cancelled, your dad called you to give you another talk and you ended up fighting again. He wanted you to rethink things and go back home, with your family. You told him you wouldn’t and he told you one day you’d go back home begging for them to accept you back. 

After a month in Boston, you’ve found a job, you were working in a bookshop and you’ve made a few friends. You were happy and felt relief at the life you’ve started for your own.

You were walking down the street around your work, earphones on, Queen blasting on loud, focused typing back to your friend Ciara to meet up that night for dinner. You didn’t see the man walking until you bumped into him. You glared up to blue baby eyes, you felt the air leave your lungs, you felt your jaw clench and you were lost into the man’s eyes until a bark drove you back to the reality.

You faced down the furry boy who at your look, jumped on you trying to lick your hands. You chuckled softly and kneeled down to pet him, still ignoring the person next to him.

“I’m sorry,” The man babbled, “I wasn’t looking,”

You ignored him completely, you pet the dog and smiled big.

“He’s Dodger,” The man said.

“I know,” You replied, and then you cussed yourself under your breath, “I mean, ugh,” You stood up and scratched your neck, something you’ve done your whole life when you were nervous.

He looked at you, confused, “I- I know who you are,” You admitted shyly, slowly showing him your Captain America SHIELD in your bracelet alongside with Bucky’s star and Tony’s helmet, your golden three-o. He opened his mouth shyly surprised and you saw a reddish colour cover his cheeks, he nodded in understatement.

“Oh,” escaped his slightly open rosy lips and you bit your lip looking at them.

“Yeah,” You muttered, playing with your fingers. He stared at your eyes, you didn’t flinch or made any other movement, you were lost looking at each others’ eyes until your phone rang off.

You looked down to your left pocket and whispered a fuck.

“I need to pick up,” You whispered.

“Yeah, sure,” He said. You answered your friend Ciara, who wondered where the hell you were instead of being at work, you gasped and looked at your watch in your hand before telling her you’d be there in a second, you looked at Chris while motioning you had to go and he nodded and whispered a low goodbye, you stormed your way and stopped your tracks, you quickly turn around and ran to them. You yelled “wait”, he turned to see you, the phone still in hand, you smiled at him big and kneeled down to pet Dodger once again, before waving him off and running down the street to your workplace. 

Two days have passed since your first encounter with Chris, you were still daydreaming about those blue piercing eyes. You told Ciara about the encounter and she nearly choked you for not staying, she told you she would have covered you if you had told her where and with who you were, you laughed and apologised, you missed your chance but you were happy you have finally seen Chris up close and Dodger, lord, you loved his dog.

Tonight, you were going out with Ciara and her friends from around town, you have met two of them, John and Vicent, and they have promised you the best party in town.

After you arrived home from work, you stormed to get a shower, Ciara knocking on the door because she wanted to shower too. You laughed and told her you were nearly ready. Once you finished, you walked to your big room, walls in white and two strips of blue and red line decoring your walls. You dried yourself while facing the big mirror, Iron Man-inspired, you still remember the face Ciara gave you when you bought it. Sharing an apartment with Ciara was the best thing about Boston you thought, you two met during job hunting and ended up sharing a home. She was looking for someone to share apartment bills and you were looking for not a too-expensive house to live. 

Ciara’s shout asking what will you wear drove you back to reality, you shouted back “black jeans and a tank top!” and you got ready. 

An hour later, the two of you arrived at the restaurant, you had dinner and then proceeded to party hard. The next morning you woke up with a headache and a big teddy bear next to you, you didn’t remember where it came from but you thanked for it.

“You’re early,” Your boss said, confused.

“Ugh, yeah,” You smiled at him.

“Why?” He wondered pilling up a few books.

“Nothing special,” You replied, putting your jacket aside.

“Where’s Ciara?” He questioned looking at the door not seeing the blonde girl following you as usual on Mondays’ morning.

“Day off,” You chuckled.

“Oh yeah,” He laughed, “Forgot about that,”

You opened doors at 9 AM and people started coming in during the morning, you walked down the street at lunchtime, you had 1-hour break and you loved eating at the restaurant down the street. You ordered something different from the menu, each day you’d try something new, tasting the different flavours the menu had to offer. You were checking your phone while waiting for your bill when you saw him walking by, your mouth fell open and you quickly stood up, leaving a fifty buck note next to your ticket and ran off the restaurant. You saw him at the end of the road and you ran towards him, luckily for you, the traffic light changed to red and he had to stop. You stopped your tracks slowly and walked slowly next to him.

You checked your phone, biting your lip trying to see if he would recognize you and trying to not scare him out. His phone chimed and you heard him chuckle, you turned your face to see him and his eyes fell on you. His mouth muttered “oh” and then he smiled.

“Hey there, stranger,” He chuckled.

“Hi,” You replied.

“Long time no see,” He added putting his phone in his pocket.

“Uh yeah.” You muttered, “How’s Dodger?” You questioned.

“He’s okay,” Chris said, “He’s with my brother right now,”

“Oh,” You nodded, “That’s good,”

“Work?” He wondered looking at you.

“Ugh, no,” You replied grinning at him, “Work?” You asked back.

“Nope,” Chris said, “Going for lunch,” He admitted.

“Good,” You answered nodding.

The traffic light changed to green and you both walked, slowly next to each other. 

“Uhm..” Chris murmured, “I was thinking..” You looked at him and faced the road again after showing him a smile, “Would you like to go for a coffee someday?”

You stopped your tracks making him turn to see your face, there he was standing in front of you, the sun on his back, his hair glowing, his hands in his pockets, his features insecure.

“Are you for real?” You questioned you felt your knees about to give out.

“Yes,” Chris replied, he ran his fingers on his hair, nervously.

“Well,” You said, “If you bring Dodger,” You smiled wide. Chris laughed hard and you chuckled with him. He shook his head.

“What about tomorrow?” Chris questioned checking his watch, “At 7 PM?”

“You don’t want to walk Dodger by yourself, right?” You chuckled. He laughed and denied.

“Maybe,” Chris giggled, “Is that fine with you?”

“Tomorrow,” You nodded, “At 7 PM,”

“At the Nobel bookshop,” Chris told you.

You opened your mouth but closed it quickly, that’s an advantage to you, right after your work shift. 

“At the Nobel bookshop,” You smiled and Chris smiled.

“Right,” He said, “I gotta go but I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” You grinned.

“See you tomorrow,” Chris whispered and he waved you off before turning to the left side of the road, you watched him walk down the street, you noticed him grab his phone from his pocket and you watched his back, damn. You stood there watching him until his shape faded in the distance. You jumped giggling and then stopped to check if anyone has seen you. You couldn’t help but smile big. 

You arrived home to Ciara listening to Andrea Bocelli, you could smell the bolognese sauce and your mouth watered, you swung to the kitchen with the cover song “La Vie En Rose” smiling wide and big. Ciara jumped at your entrance and laughed at your expression.

“What’s going on with you?” She laughed.

“Ugh,” You sighed, “I have a date,” You said sitting down on the stool.

“A date?” She asked stirring the pot, “With who?”

Your smile grew big and you let out a squeal, Ciara laughed and denied laughing.

“Who it is?” Ciara asked again.

“Chris!” You squealed, “CHRIS FUCKING EVANS!” You yelled jumping around. Ciara let out a squeal and joined your side, you two jumped and giggled for a few minutes.

“For real?” She wondered shocked.

“Yes!” You sang, “For I can’t help falling in love with you,” You sang to the song harmonising.

“When? Where?” Ciara wondered turning the heat off.

“I saw him walk down the street, I, of course, walked faster to reach him,” You admitted biting your lip, “Then we walked down the road and I asked about Dodger and we made this quick chat and he asked me out!” You both squealed excitedly.

“Oh my Lord,” Ciara yelped, “You’re a lucky son of a bitch!”

“I swear I was shocked!” You laughed.

“No wonder why,” Ciara laughed back, “When’s the date?”

“Tomorrow after my work shift,” You told her.

“Where?” She questioned taking the apron off.

“Outside Nobel,” You chuckled, Ciara, let out a snort and shook her head. You had dinner and then got ready for bedtime. 

You woke up the next morning earlier than usual, you showered and got ready. You chose some black jeans and a nice t-shirt, your vans covering your feet. You prepared breakfast singing and dancing around, Ciara joined you quickly after laughing at you. You ate your food doing a little chat before heading to work. 

The day went off rather quickly, you had lunch at the bookstore with Ciara, Japanese, Ciara’s favourite. You listened to music and chatted the whole work shift, your boss happy to see you enjoying your time and joining in a few chats. 

You were closing the shop when you noticed Chris approaching, you quickly picked up your stuff and piled out a few books ready for the following day. Ciara squealed when she noticed Chris and you covered her mouth. You turned the lights off and walked out of the shop, Chris focused on his phone raised up his head for a second and then faced up you quickly when she noticed it was you, you gave a soft smile and turned to Ciara.

“I’ll see you at home,” You told her softly.

“I’ll see you later,” She smiled big, you could see the excitement on her features and you bit your lip trying to stop the laughter escape your lips.

Ciara greeted Chris and waved you two off before heading down the street on her way home.

“Ugh,” Chris said, “Were you going to tell me you work here?” He chuckled.

“Maybe,” You chuckled back, “Hi,” 

“Hello,” He said, he approached you and kissed your cheek, “Nice top,” Chris joked. For the first time since you put it on in the morning, you checked your top and let out a snort when you saw the Avengers logo on it.

“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” You laughed.

“It’s okay,” Chris smiled, “I like it,” You smiled to each other and started walking down the street.

You walked for a few minutes in silence until you broke it, “Where’s Dodger?” 

Chris let out a snort, “Home,” 

“I thought we were walking him?” You wondered.

“Yeah,” Chris said, “That was the idea but I thought we could go alone?” He looked at you for a second.

“Damnation,” You let out a sigh, “I only accepted because you were supposed to bring him,” 

Chris laughed hard and you joined him, “You only have me now,”

You bit your lip and laughter escaped your lips, “I’ll see what I can do,”

You walked around the area talking about each others’ life, you, of course, asked about Marvel and he happily answered. You stopped to grab a drink and you kept talking and joking around.

Chris accompanied you home and kissed your cheek goodbye, you smiled at him and he asked for your number. You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes.

You went to bed smiling big that night and not without wishing Chris sweet dreams.

On your fifth date, Chris kissed you and you couldn’t be happier. He has been stopping by your work to see you every day and bring some coffee for Ciara and you. Ciara who has been really happy for you, also told you, you two should take it slow. You agreed but whenever Chris was around you, everything faded away and you enjoyed the moment you were living. Chris has admitted he felt quite insecure about how needy he was to see you all the time and how he felt around you but he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted to be with you, to be around you and to share his time with you. You have met his brother Scott and had been to dinner with both of them. 

Chris invited you over to his house for dinner, it was Saturday and he thought you could have another date on his place. You’d lost count of how many dates you had had by now, it has been nearly two months since you met and you had met every single day.

Chris opened his car door for you, offering his hand for you to get out of the car. You smiled at him and tiptoed to leave a kiss on his cheek.

You sat on his big sofa while he was getting some drinks for you two. You looked everywhere, he had a beautiful house. He had shown you around and then sat down to chat.

“You alright there?” Chris's voice brought you back to his eyes. You nodded.

“Yeah,” You replied, “I like your house,”

“Thank you,” Chris said, “Dodgers’ at my brothers’,” 

“Oh,” You whispered, “You should bring him tomorrow,” You said sipping on your wine.

“You sure?” Chris questioned, sitting back on his sofa.

“Yeah!” You answered, “Ciara loves him and you know it,”

“I know,” He chuckled, “All of you do,”

“But I like his owner best,” You bit your lip and let out giggled.

Chris laughed and shook his head, “You only say that to make me feel better,” He whispered reaching your hand and stroking it slowly.

“Did it work?” You questioned low, looking at your hands together, a smile spread across your face and Chris smiled wide.

“It did,” He whispered.

Chris stroked your hand for a while until you set your glass down on the coffee table. You took his glass too and did the same. You reached for his face, cupping it and getting lost in his eyes. You let a chaste kiss on his lips before parting your lips and Chris let out a sigh, he drove his hands to your neck, crashing his lips on yours. You kissed slowly, you opened your lips slightly and Chris took it as permission, putting his tongue inside your open mouth. The kiss quickly changed to a heated one and your hands flew to his hair. He drove his left hand to your lower back, stroking slowly. You let out a moan and he growled, he grabbed you by your legs, helping you sit on his lap. You moved slightly on top of him stealing a moan from both of you. The friction caused by your parts touching while your mouths fought deliciously on a heated kiss.

Chris drove his right hand to grab your ass and squeezed, you moaned loudly on his mouth and he grunted. His mouth fell on your collarbone, kissing, nipping, biting. Your hands-on his hair pulling from time to time gently, needing more. You moved forward and backwards on his lap, needing the friction your clothed core desired. You felt Chris’s bulge grow bigger on his pants and you let out a loud moan escape your lips, Chris lips lost in your neck and chest, his left hand stroking the nearest boob gently, his finger rubbing circles in your nipple. 

“Chris,” You moaned pulling his face from your neck, kissing his cheek and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Doll,” Chris panted, stopping his movements and focusing on your eyes, then back to your slightly parted rosy lips, his pupils darkening and the urge of kissing you driving him insane.

“Please be mine,” You whispered low but confident, you had him under you, needing you the same way you needed him, his eyes lost in lust like yours, his lips pulsing red, his hands on your lower back and hips, his muscular form trying to stay still but needy.

Chris crashed his lips on yours as he stood up, you strangled your legs on his waist while he walked to his bedroom. Your lips never living the other ones’, your hands flying to every inch of his body you could touch, Chris, rubbing and stroking your ass while low moans escaped his lips.

“Mmm..” You let out rubbing small circles on Chris's chest. Still feeling the chills and the pure sensation of your first time together. 

“I’ll understand,” Chris added.

“Chris,” You tried to stop him.

“It’s just,” Chris squirmed next to you, his legs tangled with yours sending chills over your spine at his soft and warm skin.

“Chris,” Your hand flew to his chin, making him look at you.

Chris sighed, “I just need this more than just a one night stand,” He admitted, “I need the honey when you hold my hand, I know you think it’s too early to call it a romance but,” He closed his eyes shut. 

You sighed and moved on his side, your left leg on top of his hips, your skin warming his, even more, you let a chaste kiss on his chest and then on his chin, followed by one on his cheek and nose and back to his lips.

“I know you’re not ready for that,” Chris whispered so low you barely heard him.

“I just don’t know,” You replied, “What if-”

“I know,” Chris interrupted, you cupped his face, your chest on his chest, his right hand on your lower back, his left hand on your hip while your legs kept tangled underneath the sheets.

“Come back to me baby,” You said, “And I will come back to you,” looking at his eyes. You saw his eyes inspection your face and he let out a sigh, your forehead fall into his while your eyes closed. Chris rubbed your lower back calmly, you moved your head to his chest and closed your eyes.

“I want you,” You whispered low. Chris looked down at you and nodded.

“You have me,” He answered.

“No,” You replied, “I want to be with you,” You declared.

“I can’t go a single day without thinking of you,” Chris murmured, “I hope you believe me,”

“I do,” You said looking at his eyes, “Let the happiness begin,” You murmured, Chris broke the space between you two, your body on top of his body, the warmth on his hands on your back and you felt like you’ve found your place.

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Much love from me, J x.