#nervous evan thinks he's a better dog than a man

[crobones]

reminding myself that, even though Evan now has a d20 in Magnetism and essentially a huge boost in confidence, he can exude that energy and still get nervous or embarassed or blushing while twirling his hair and kicking his feet or - and this is most important - feel a true calmness in subspace when being just a really good boy. it just maybe takes a little more oomf to get him there.

[shadow0-1]

101 facts/ headcanons about Jackie babey

Readmore here cause idk how I can add it without breaking formatting but there's really 101 trust me on this

Afraid of bears. One too many close encounters from camping/hunting

Enjoys the occasional fishing trip. He’s okay at it

Isn't too fond of dogs (got bit as a kid)

Tries to foster cats whenever he can

Avid snowboarder. Could have gone pro

Wanted to be search and rescue growing up

Carries around a matchbook instead of a lighter

Can bake better than he cooks

Mountain man. Born and grew up in a ski town in the Rockies

Shit driver. Laswell banned him from driving

Got an ego during his EOD days and got humbled to the point of doubting his skills when he almost died

Doesn't drink coffee because he knows he'll be reliant on it

Has an older brother, Jaime (5 years)

Played a lot of baseball as a kid. Was his school's starring pitcher

Subsequently got benched for a season because he broke his arm skateboarding across a street

Would say he got the scar under his eye from shrapnel if asked (he didn't)

Was captured and got his face cut up

The notch on his ear is from shrapnel tho

Slammed face first into a tree branch while snowboarding as a teen and got a fun little eyebrow scar from it

Very cuddly. Physical touch is his love language

Runs warm

Definitely the guy that wears a tshirt and shorts when it’s freezing outside

Gets miserable and cranky when it's too hot

Enjoys jogging but usually doesn't wake up early enough to do it in the morning

Sleeps like shit. Turns out he's just gay and needs someone to cuddle with

He's a tease and loves being a little shit

Likes to respond with "that's classified" to mundane questions just to be annoying

Has capybara energy

Has beef with anyone who bends the rules for personal gain

Cracked a bunch of his ribs during an explosion

Prone to some real bad panic attacks where he'll feel like he's suffocating all over again

Doesn’t like wearing heavier armors anymore because they make him feel claustrophobic

Got his reaper tattoo after almost dying in said explosion

Was besties with a guy named Evan in his army EOD days (definitely didn't have a crush on him

Evan designed the other tattoo on his back (a fucked up looking door)

@depyotee designed the forest tat on his left arm

After his recruitment and deployment to Urzikstan for some Top Secret operation, he and Evan started tallying their defusals. Jackie got triangles on his right bicep and Evan got crosshairs

He stopped counting after he almost died (and Evan did die)

Has some gnarly survivors guilt and feels as if it was his fault

Gets nervous when people say they trust him (Evan’s last words to him were “don’t worry, I trust you”)

Alex tipped him off about some gas shipments he and Farah were tracking and Jackie eventually got tasked to assist Shadow Company in finding the rest of the shipments and to destroy them

Added some gunships and vtols by his tally tats a few months into his mission with Graves. Got them to mark new beginnings and new heights

Didn't go with a cover up because Evan wasn't able to get a proper burial. Needed/wanted something to remember him by

Mission lasted a couple years. They totally didn't pine for each other like a bunch of high schoolers

Graves offered him a permanent spot in Shadow after the mission was completed but Jackie declined

Graves calls him cowboy because he kept getting teased for saying "yee fuckin' haw"

Graves confiscated his cigs cause Jackie mentioned he wanted to quit smoking once

Shepherd thinks that him sitting a desk all day is a waste of manpower and his skills. He’s not exactly fond of Shepherd

His mom has a cat that he spoils

Out of all the Shadows, he gets along with Dipaolo the best (not counting Graves)

He tagged along with Laswell, Price and Gaz to Spain for recon by fire but stayed at the hotel or whatever cause Laswell said it was going to be all chill. It wasn’t and he blamed himself for not insisting to go along to help

Price wouldn’t let him join the rescue mission because because too emotional. Jackie responded rationally by punching his car. Later sat and sulked and called Graves to get his mind off wanting some cigs

Had a little Thing™ with Kamarov during the armistice

Fast learner, picked up a lot of tips and tricks while working intel for the armistice

Feels deeply indebted to both Laswell and Alex

Laswell trusts Jackie’s intuition even if he doesn't anymore

Likes collecting patches from different special forces groups and what not. Has a case for them in his apartment

Has a CIA issued apartment that he rarely spends any time in. It’s depressing and has almost no decorations because He’s Busy

Worked with the Los Vaqueros briefly in 2016/2017

Can play the guitar but it's been a few years so he might miss a chord or two

Has a 1965 mustang back home that his grandfather left for him. Plans on fixing it up when/if he retires

Knows a variety of mixed martial arts

Could probably outrun the 141 if he really tried

He has some bangin thighs

His handwriting is dogshit. Laswell's lucky he types anything important (Capable of writing neat and tidy but it takes significantly longer)

Got really into photography one winter. Mainly takes scenery pics

Shoplifted regularly as a kid (mainly sodas and candy bar kinda stuff) only got caught once

Has a sweet tooth but most things are too sweet for him now

He got a fat dumpy okay. A real dumptruck ass.

Modeling is not a part of my skill set yet and Jackie's head was made by editing the models and textures of existing characters

Enjoys a good carnival every once in a while. Can almost always win any of the games where you have to throw things (ring toss, balloon and darts, bucket toss etc)

Got his shit wrecked the first time he sparred with Graves. They have a little “no holding back” rule and Jackie almost broke Graves’ arm because he wouldn’t tap out once (it was a rough week)

First thought/impression he had of Graves was "no way this guy's a commander" (Graves’ first impression of Jackie was “wow he seems like a piece of shit”

His voice is kinda like Lee Pace's but a little deeper and more gravely

Has a fear of looking out a window at night and seeing something/someone staring back at him (contributes to his fear of bears)

Had a close encounter with a mountain lion once while on a hunting trip with his dad

Wasn't exactly the most well behaved kid. Left on kinda bad and tense terms but he'd made it up with his mother. Stays with her whenever he gets a vacation

Things are still a bit weird with his brother. Gets even weirder when Jaime becomes a CIA lawyer (they're chill now)

Left because his parents were divorcing and he couldn’t stand being in the house any longer. Doesn’t really talk to his father anymore. His mother doesn’t talk about it but Jackie knows it’s because his father started drinking

He will almost always speak his mind

Will go to events just for a free t shirt

Has commandeered plenty of shirts, jackets and sweats from Shadow Company. Graves pretends not to notice. He has more Shadow gear than CIA

His favorite color is blue

Teased Alex about Farah. Alex got his revenge soon after Jackie started working with Graves

Has a lot of anxiety when it comes to field work. Worked through a lot of it since his assignment with Shadow

Greatly appreciates Graves not pushing him to get on the field

Sort of became Shadow's demolitions expert during their assignment together

Honorary Shadow. Shadow-Actual was his call sign 😌

Eventually joined them on the field. Stuck mainly to minor roles at first until he got more comfortable. Would sometimes rig explosives

Al Qatala had been expecting them during one outing and had rigged the building they were in to blow. Jackie managed his first defusal in a decade with help and encouragement from Graves

Hates when people say he’s lucky. He was lucky to be at the top of his class during training, lucky to keep all his limbs intact, lucky he never got blown up yet, lucky he survived that blast

Didn’t start calling Graves by his first name until 3 months into the mission. Just felt weird

Regrets never telling Evan about his feelings. He wouldn’t make that same mistake with Graves

Teases Graves for putting the rook on one of the Shadow Company logos. Laswell taught Jackie how to play chess and Graves has never won against him because he's a sweaty tryhard

Got a reputation for being really calm and chill and he does his best to maintain that image even when he doesn't know what he's doing or what the best decision is

Has a scar on his right arm from climbing a barbed wire fence on a dare

Got arrested for trespassing once (definitely not related)

Laswell told him that he shouldn’t have to feel like he has to stick around because he still feels indebted to her. She encourages him to take Graves’ job offer if he really wants to

Promised Laswell’s wife that he’d kick her out of the office if she stays too late, keenly aware that he himself is a hypocrite and has stayed late just as many times as Laswell

Graves thinks it’s funny to call Jackie “rabbit/bunny”

Jackie and Graves help directly set up the game events because I said so

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 21

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

Series MasterList

List of OCs for this series

Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You talk with the boys!

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings:

You were nervous to ask this question but thought it best to go to them individually. Caspian was the first you were asking. You didn't know how he was going to react. You felt he'd react better than his brothers, but he's also much more mature than both of them.

"Hey, Junior can we talk for a minute ned to ask you something." He knew something was up, you don't call him junior that often.

"Yeah, mom what's up?" He smiles.

"Well, Chris asked me to be his girlfriend... And I just wanted to know if you were okay with that? If this is too soon I won't say yes." You said grabbing his hand. He looked up at a photo on a wall of you and his dad's wedding before back at you.

"Mom, I like Chris. He doesn't treat me or the boys like we're some other guy's kids." He began looking down. "It is strange knowing you like a new man but... I missed seeing you smile."

"I smiled all the time."

"Yeah but mom this one is brighter like the ones you'd get when dad would come home or when you'd see a cute puppy. Like you were already happy but you're happier now." You chuckled.

"So you're okay?"

"Yeah. Besides, maybe he'll introduce me to RDJ or Chris Hemsworth! Or Scarlett Johansson." He says happily.

"Maybe." You agreed.

"Or! Benedict Cumberbatch? Or Paul rudd! Or Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan!"

"You just want to meet them all don't you?" You chuckled feeling relieved that he was okay with it.

"Yeah... Do you think he'll still pay me to babysit if your dating?"

"Yes. I pay you to babysit and I birthed you so he's gonna pay you still."

"Good! I'm so close to getting the PS5!" He enthused. "I just need a little bit more."

———

You were going to pick up Connor from his sleepover. You thought this would be a good time to talk to him about Chris. A part of you felt crazy to give the power of your relationship to three kids but the other part knew that this would affect them just as much if not more than it affects you.

"Hello!" The door opened.

"Hey Mike." You smiled at the dad. "Is Connor ready to go?"

"Yep! Boys! Connor's mom is here!" He lets you in. The house was beautiful.

"Hey, mom!" Connor came into the room smiling. "They have VR! It's awesome."

Once in the car you peaked back at the back seat through the mirror. He was holding his backpack as he looked out the mirror.

"So baby what do you think about Chris?" You asked him letting your eyes go back to the road.

"He's nice! He said we could use his pool this summer! And he picked me and jave up from the bus stop last week with Caspian!" You were confused they hadn't told you about that.

"Oh so sweetie would you mind if me and him made it official? Like started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"No! He's nice and I love his dog and June is pretty cool too! And I really wanna use his pool." You chuckled shaking your head.

"Okay thank you sweetie." You smile.

"He's not gonna be my new dad though right?"

"Of course not! No one would ever replace your dad." You assured.

"Okay than I'm fine with it!"

——

You were most nervous to tell Jace. You knew he was having the hardest time with this, he was still being bullied at school because the teachers did nothing. The only way he knew to stand up for himself is brute force but you and his dad always told him not to start a fight, just to end a fight. As in don't throw the first punch but do throw the last. So it's considered self-defense. Instead he does his best to avoid them though that doesn't work and you've complained to the school multiple times so has Jace. Anyway, you knew with the bullying and everything he probably would not like to hear this question, that's why you were asking him last.

"Jace I have an important question for you." You said as he sat down on the couch.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Well Chris asked me to be his girlfriend and I just wanted to know if you would be alright with it? I want you and your brothers to be comfortable with any relationships I may have." You explained looking at him nervously.

"Yeah mom." Jace said softly. "He's nice, and you like him so I don't care... Just as long as he never tries to replace dad."

"No one could ever replace your dad. No one I promise you that buddy."

"Okay." Jace smiles, "Mom what was dad like? I mean I remember him but... I don't remember him super well."

"Well, there's so much I could tell you, like how you look just like him, with freckles and messy black hair, your smile even matches his. He was the bravest man I ever met."

"He was tall, he used to put you on his shoulders so you could watch my football games." Caspian explained as he walked into the living room, having heard the conversation.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

———

Late that night you call Chris. He answers rather quickly.

"Hey!"

"Hey babe... I talked to the boys we have their blessing and... I think I'm ready." You said looking out the window of your bedroom to your backyard.

"Really? Are you sure I don't want to push you." He says softly.

"Yeah I'm ready."

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[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

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-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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Breaking You

Chris Evans

Parte Deux - Hurting You

Synopsis: You begin to feel the true consequences of you hurting Chris and it's beginning to overwhelm you - and him.

Word Count: 2,483

Author's Note: I listened to quite a few songs to truly get into the vibe of this but The Cinematic Orchestra - To build a home (slowed) really got me into the energy I want to be delivered from this write-up. Happy Reading! Feel free to let me know how you feel!

Warning: Explicit Language, Mention of Mental Illness, Sexual Content

You’ve rarely had to consider yourself as someone who runs from her problems. You’d probably proudly tell anyone that asked that you quite confidently tackle your problems head-on.

However, you’ve created quite a serious problem for yourself. A broken heart.

What you have periled numerous men with, is now afflicting you. The odd thing is, is that you are exulting in it. It’s an oddly familiar sensation; it drowns your body in an intangible sickness that paralyses and asphyxiates you.

You sit at your piano, watching the silent and unmoving countryside. The fields of Portofino showered with golden sunlight, the brio reflecting into your room.

You haven’t pushed aside the sheer curtains since you arrived four days ago. You’ve taken your first shower this morning, the water sinking you into its comforting, warm embrace. You don’t really want to tell yourself aloud why you chose to come back to your grandparents’ old house, when stuff is going wrong. You’ve decided that playing the piano and smoking your days away is better than confronting yourself in the mirror - good thing all the furniture is covered with sheets. The sorry state of your face would make you plunder even deeper into your melancholy.

You will yourself to forget him and try to forget his existence.

But it’s virtually impossible, with him promoting a new film three towns over.

Good thing is you feel physically incapable of stepping outside of the confines of the house. The ladies that tend to the house scurry around the town buying food for the house and maintain its upkeep, they attempt to feed you three meals a day or four. You refuse most of the time, and they regard you with concerned gazes.

How could you begin to explain that with breaking a man’s heart, you subsequently had broken your own? His words blistered with bitterness bit you and dragged you down to the same pits of sadness that you plunged him into. You can probably say that you loved him, but you’ll probably truly never grasp why you can’t stay in something that requires such cemented commitment.

“Signora?” Your house governess interrupts your train of thought, you pull your cigarette away from your lips. “Sí?” She presents you with a letter addressed to you. The handwriting vaguely familiar to you. You thank her and dismiss her, the cigarette back in between your lips.

The letter doesn’t inform you of who it is from, but you hope, in the depths of your ribs that it’s from him, but you couldn’t possibly understand why he would ask to meet with you. He left you wordlessly two months ago and hasn’t been in contact since, not even through subliminal messages on social media. You can wager that you’re probably dead to him. It was made clear to you when you stood at the beach outside of your friend’s Malibu compound. He would rather die than get back with you; you don’t blame him.

You turn back to your piano, the keys feeling like lead beneath your shaky fingers. You play out a melancholic tune, your fingers feeling like they’re losing blood, you play clumsily, your eyes welling with tears.

You do have to admit, you feel extremely guilty for leaving him.

Life was beautiful with him.

He would have served you the sun on a platter if it meant making you smile - but you’re meant to destroy beautiful things.

It was what your father told you. You ruined his marriage to your mother; your sheer existence drove her to the brink of insanity. Since you were conceived you were a parasite that took the love your mother had for your father and you guzzled it out of her, taking all of her focus and affection. When you were born your parents refused the diagnosis of postpartum psychosis. Your mother believed you were an angel sent from heaven and doctors were trying to take you from her; so, she slowly succumbed to the madness and your father eventually was forced to send her away. The resentment he felt towards you all but scented the house, you were a poisonous leech, and you were treated as such.

You take the last drag of your cigarette and drag yourself to your walk-in closet, you decide on taking another shower - scrubbing away the odour of tar and smoke. You ready yourself for your strange and mysterious encounter. You dress yourself and half an hour later rush out to your car. The sun is low in the sky by the time you start driving away from the house, the countryside hugging you from all sides.

The drive is long into the town centre. The sky is blushed with pink and tinges of orange. You park your car and take a slow walk to the Splendido Mare; you enter the hotel’s restaurant and are led to a table. Your order a glass of wine and wait. After ten minutes you take out the letter, you read it from start to finish and confirm that the invitation was not a figment of your imagination; you were indeed summoned here by a mystery writer. Whom you hope is him.

You sit for half an hour at your table, you sip your anxiety away through two glasses of wine, you step outside and smoke two cigarettes and yet you’re still waiting. You flit through your phone notifications; you decide against your better judgement to type his name into the Goggle search bar. You fleetingly glance around the sparsely attended restaurant. You lock your phone without looking at the updates about him.

The thought of him makes your chest ache, harshly. The pain is tangible, you place your hands over your chest and wince. Something is not right.

You’re not aware of his slow approach, his hands wringing around each other, his cheeks red with nervous energy. He wishes he had had a shot of something - anything before getting here. He doesn’t recall what filled him the mad inspiration to send you a stamped letter to meet him at his hotel restaurant. He doesn’t know whether he wishes he had just called the brunette and spoken to her tonight; but he misses you. Madly.

He pulls out the chair in front of you. You can both tell that you’re holding in your breath.

Every time you see him it feels like the first time, all over again.

And he feels the same, but for either of you to admit it would be succumbing to defeat. You’re engaged in a silent and unspoken battle of wills.

“You sent me a letter?” You show him the letter. He nods, you sigh. “What is it you want to talk about?” You’re afraid to look into his eyes, they’re huge lakes filled with your dreams and deepest desires.

He hesitates, a ghostly sentence is formed on his tongue – he decides against materialising it. “I heard you were nearby; thought we could catch up.” He motions for the waiter. You narrow your eyes in - almost offence. What does he think, that you’re old pals?

He wants to catch up, but you want to do everything. Mostly profess your adoration for him and make love to him.

You despise the feeling; you’ve never felt like this for anyone. The alien feeling makes you heat up, your chest rises and falls quickly; agony filling your body as if you were a vessel to claim. “Right,” is all you can utter.

“What have you been up to?” He’s ordered two martinis, his eyes connecting to yours. You wince as the pain in your chest returns. How can he be so close yet so far?

“I was filming a fragrance campaign recently.” You speak quickly, an itch to smoke tickling your fingers. He nods, his eyebrows raised high.

“Nice.” He sighs and extends his clasped hands further onto the table. You look even more beautiful than in his thoughts, which he can’t expel you from. It seems your haunting presence is with him to stay, and his imagination can’t do any justice to your face and your intoxicating smell.

The conversation you have over your first drinks is dry, emotionless and full of hidden desires.

After each of you have three cocktails you let out the first laugh. He’s released himself a bit from the shackles of wanting to one-up you, his joke about his dog’s stubbornness reminding you of the good days of domesticity with Christopher and his dog. You move out to the terrace, candles flickering in the wind; you share more laughs. Memories being shared between you about life together.

There’s a clear shared emotion - longing. You crave the late summer nights sharing the dance floor with his friends or yours; him undressing you slowly in your pool; the nights watching the fire pit in your Santa Barbara home; the dinners enclosed in brick walled Italian restaurants with candles illuminating your elated faces.

“Come up with me.” His suggestion is quiet, his lips edging closer to yours. You nod, overcome with emotion. He grips on to your hand, the grip of a man thanking his lucky stars. He leads you to his room, on the top floor. A paradisiacal view of the sea and hills greeting you. The sun has set completely, and the moon casts a pale light over the buildings across the water.

Chris closes the door, and no sooner is he clutching at your lips with his. His hands smother you onto him and you meet him with the same desperation. Your hands slip under his shirt and moan into his mouth, your lipstick smearing over his lips. You feel him inhale your smell; he sighs desperately as he pulls you closer to him. You fall onto the chaise lounge in front of the open doors leading onto his balcony. The wind whispers sweet nothings onto your skins as you meld together, your bodies wanting desperately to be combined. He removes your clothes with familiar precision and your fingers touch him where you know he likes it.

The grooves of his skin are familiar, his dick entering you slowly as your fingers caress his tanned skin. He looks spectacular underneath you, his skin illuminated by the moonlight. You ride him slowly, you lips adventuring each other, like your bodies are each other’s long lost home territory. Your lips touch again, but it feels like the first time all over again. You feel yourself melting, your brain feels high, your limbs terribly relaxed. You guess this is what true love feels like. There’s nowhere else you’d want to be.

You love him. Only him.

He turns you over, on all fours, one hand gripping your throat and the other around your hair. He thrusts into you - with passion, his lips ghost over your shoulder. You feel your eyes close, the strength to fight the sedation unable to be found. It goes on for a while, and he flattens you onto your stomach. He lays on top of you, his hips gyrating against your skin, his arms encircling your torso. You feel safe, his head laying to rest in between you shoulder and jawline. He inhales your scent and kisses your shoulder, his lips printing their mark on your skin.

He turns you over and takes a deep breath, his eyes hold your entire world. They’ve trapped you into his universe and you have no desire to leave. He’s your whole world and you gave him away on a silver platter - but he’s here. He accommodates himself in between your legs and gives you a hug, his lips find yours in the darkness. The moonlight bathes you generously and he nestles himself inside you again. His lips refuse to leave yours; his thrusts grow in fervour; he wants to bury himself inside you and never leave.

He’s so deeply, and madly in love with you.

He can’t believe you hurt him. He hates you for it.

He pulls away from your kiss, his breathing heavy and slightly laboured.

His hides his face in the nook under your head. You feel like crumpling when you feel tears run over your shoulder, you hug him tighter. You want to stitch his wounds closed, tightly with your bare fingers and your lips. You want to mould your bodies together and live forever in this moment. His fingers reach for your clitoris and he makes love to you in two different ways. Your head lolls back and you feel ecstatic, currents washing over you slowly and you orgasm.

Chris kisses you desperately, swallowing your moans. He thrusts into you, complementing your orgasm. He releases himself into you, slowly moaning into your mouth.

After a few moments he stands up from the lounge chair and heads to the shower, as he walks through the door, he turns to you. He smiles in a way that you understand is an invitation to join him in the shower. You stand slowly, your legs feeling like jelly. You join him for a warm shower, peppered with tender kisses and saccharine touches.

Your bodies unconsciously refuse to part until you’re lying in his bed. He turns off the lamp and lays facing you.

A sweet look embalms his irises. His hand lifts itself to nestle under your cheekbone. He regards you softly.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice shaky.

You smile sleepily, “I love you too.”

You’re hypnotised to sleep by his soft breaths.

—

The sunlight reflected on the lake wakes you out of you slumber, the first dreamless one you’ve had in months. You turn to the side where Chris is and find nothing but empty air. You sit up quickly; the room is deadly silent. Nothing but your movements on the bed make noise. You scramble out of the bed and look for him.

There’s no trace of him in the room. You let out small wail of desperation. What if it was all a dream?

You pace the room, an uneasy feeling setting itself in your chest. You feel the space between your ribs tighten and your head feel faint. Your legs feel weak and unsteady, you crumple into a heap near the chaise lounge. Your breath feels constricted, massively so. The world begins to spin, and you fall onto your back.

It feels like a heart attack.

You can barely feel your heart.

You drag yourself to the counsel table, desperate to reach the phone. Your hand misses it massively, instead a hotel branded paper flickers down next to you. You pick it up, the tightness in your chest limiting your movement.

I guess this is goodbye, I can’t get over the fact that I’ll never be able to trust you. No matter how much I want to.

I hate you for ruining us

I’ll miss you, forever.

With all my love,

C

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Parte Quatre -

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[sweeethinny]

Emerald Eyes

Summary: After Lily Evans kisses him, James needs help to figure out what to do in that situation. And who better to help him and Sirius with relationship issues if not his dad?

Notes: I was reading @startanewdream's fanfic Exist Song (For Film) when she wrote about a song that spoke of emerald eyes.

I remembered the song Claudia by Finneas, and needed to write about Jily's first kiss, and somehow get Fleamont involved.

I don't think I've ever read a fanfic where he helps James and Sirius with relationship issues, so I wrote it! I know James only becomes prefect in seventh year, but I needed him to become sixth, to make sense of the story.

sue me

AO3

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James was fine about just being friends with Lily, really, he was up for it and he liked being friends with her. Of course, he still thought about kissing her and, dammit, sometimes dreamed of her with her clothes off and couldn't look her in the eye for the next three days. But overall, he was fine with his old crush.

Everything was fine, it was just a crush, he would get over it.

He liked other girls over the last few years, liked hanging out with them, kissing them, and there was one muggle girl that James really thought was going to be something more serious - he even lost his virginity to her. But things didn't go as it should and life went on. Sirius comforted him that his crush on Lily was probably because he idealized her in a way that it was now difficult for him to like other girls, but that James needed to let go of the 'what ifs' and move on.

James tried, he swears he did.

But when Lily Evans kissed him on the train back to King Cross, after a prefect meeting where James was trying not to sleep, things completely fell apart for him.

When he got back to his friends, James felt very lost, and Remus even asked if he was alright, but all James could do was nod and touch his lips in fear that the feeling of Evans' soft, sweet lips would go away and he realized it was a dream.

As much as he had dreamed very hot things about Lily, they never kissed, so James wasn't prepared for it at all, he was just imagining it was supposed to be good. But it wasn't just good, it was stupidly good.

So good that he spent all the traveling hours remembering. And when they arrived at the station, he could only think of meeting Lily to say that he thought he was in love. Was this possible?

"Mate?" Sirius asked, following him out of the wagon. '’Did something happen at the meeting?'’

"No, I-" James saw her, which automatically made him forget all the words his parents had taught him, suddenly his brain shutting down and only caring about one thing; Lily Evans.

James didn't know what to do, if he was going to talk to her or not, if he waved, if he called her, if he shouted for everyone to hear that she kissed him… James wanted there to be a manual on how to deal with this situation, because he felt so lost and it was stupid.

There was no time to do anything however, the students were hurrying to leave and pushed James who had been standing in the middle of the corridor, while Lily blushed and smiled awkwardly, giving the boys a wave and then getting off the train.

Should that mean something? Why didn't she talk to him?!

''Come on James, I want to go home.'' Peter complained, making him wake up from his reverie and follow them outside, knowing Sirius was watching him with the eyes of an eagle, and that probably Remus too, but very more discreet.

After they said their goodbyes and headed off to find his parents, Sirius whispered, never bending over or making it sound like he was whispering, "You kissed her, didn't you?"

"She did it." James swallowed, still completely shocked. "Best kiss of my life, I must say."

"Fuck, James." Sirius shook his head, walking faster and accepting Euphemia's hug as James greeted his dad with a longing hug.

"Are you two okay?" Monti asked, a hand in James' hair and an all-too-knowing look that made him think his dad had heard, by some miracle, what Sirius had said. Fleamont always seemed to know everything.

"Yes, perfect." Sirius smiled. ‘’Right, James?’’

‘’Yes, more perfect than this impossible.’’

[...]

That night, after Euphemia left for the annual florist dinner she always went to, Fleamont called James and Sirius down to the dungeons, where he had finished brewing another beer. James knew his dad wasn't an idiot and he knew the two of them had already been drinking in hiding there on several occasions, but he liked that they were now considered old enough to be able to go there without having to dodge.

"So, how were things at school this year?" his dad asked, pouring some beer into each of their glasses, sitting on the wooden bench he and Sirius had helped to assemble last summer. "Any news?" Fleamont lingered at James, but then smiled at Sirius and glared at him too.

"Yeah, I think I'm liking someone," Sirius said, and then looked at the glass of beer in front of him on the pine table.

''You think? How can this be? Either you are, or you aren't.” Fleamont didn't seem to judge him, that gentle smile that had James spilling so much of his secrets over the past few years to his dad for help.

"She's a little complicated," Sirius ran a hand through his hair, taking a sip of his beer. ‘’ She says she doesn't want anything, but then she gets mad when I talk to another girl? I don't know, I like her, I just don't know how… you know?’’

"No." James didn't know how Sirius still hadn't learned to never do that to his dad. Fleamont would never say what he thought you meant, even if he was sure what it was, he would always make you talk.

‘’How to tell her.’’ It was funny and almost frightening how Sirius looked like someone else when he arrived at his house. There he didn't have to pretend anything or be an asshole to draw attention, his parents were always willing to listen to him, just like they did with James and that's probably why he always seemed very comfortable telling things to Fleamont, like now.

"Well, I think you two are friends at least?" Sirius nodded. ‘’So, be honest with her. What do you have to lose?''

‘’Her friendship? Humiliate me? Do you hate me, Monti?’’

"Sirius, don't talk like that," Fleamont stood up, a little slower than he used to when James was younger, but still quick for a man of nearly sixty. "When I told Mia I liked her," He floated a pot of potato chips off the top of one of the cupboards, like he did after James had behaved himself and helped him clean the yard. ‘’I felt like I might pass out at any moment, I was in a cold sweat… We were in front of her house, at night, after I took her on a date,’’

''I hope you were respectful Monti, I don't want to be disappointed in you when I found out you took her to a dodgy bar.'' Sirius joked, making James laugh along with him, knowing he'd just done it to make himself feel less nervous.

Sirius did this whenever someone was paying attention to him and actually treating him as an equal, James had noticed this over the years.

"Of course not, we went to a fair near her house," Fleamont sat back down, putting a portion of the potatoes into a smaller pot. ''Anyway, at the end of the night, I knew I needed to tell her that I loved her, which today I think was a silly thing, because I didn't even know what love was yet,'' He shrugged, a smile on his face. "I was young and Mia was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I've ever met, I felt I couldn't let her go without knowing it."

"She said she liked you too?" James asked, and for the first time he was interested in that story. His dad looked at him with that look that said he knew exactly why James was paying attention, but he didn't say anything.

"No, and it made me very angry and humiliated." He glanced at Sirius, who raised his eyebrows as if proving a point. ''But I wasn't fair to her, Mia was just being truthful, but I was too young to understand that sometimes things just don't happen at the right time... A few weeks later, I met her at a family dinner and we talked, and she said she didn't love me, but she liked me.'' He shrugged. "I think she loves me these days, I mean we're married and we have a family." Sirius chuckled.

"How did you know she was the right one?" James asked, looking at his half-finished beer. "I mean, let's assume," Monti nodded, paying attention to what he said as if it were the most interesting thing. ‘’If you had dated other people and so did she, how would you know she was the right person?’’

“Hm… wouldn't know, son.” Fleamont shrugged, pouring himself more beer. ‘’And I didn't know then either. Just happened.''

"I asked Hestia out," Sirius admitted, and not even James knew it, so he turned his head to his friend with an almost incriminating look, but it was gone as soon as he saw the annoyed smile on his lips. ‘’But she didn't want to go, so… I guess she's ashamed of me? I don't know, she's really smart and a good girl, I don't think she wants to be seen with a guy like me.”

“A guy like you?” Fleamont grabbed some chips.

"Monti, no need to pretend you don't know," Sirius rolled his eyes. "I don't have a good family, and you've had to sign a lot of letters because of my detentions."

‘’Hm… yeah, you're right about the detentions, but the family? Sirius, you are not a reflection of your parents' mistakes. Maybe she doesn't want to go out with you right now, and maybe, most likely, you aren't even the problem at all. Who can guarantee us that she… Hestia, right? That Hestia isn't going through a difficult time where she doesn't really know how to deal with this sort of thing, and just needs some time? You're not always the villain in the story, son, actually you never were.'' Sirius looked like he wanted to deny it, James noticed how his brow furrowed, but it eased as Fleamont pushed the pot of chips towards him, a fatherly smile at the lips that seemed to make Sirius' beast fall back to the ground like a trained dog.

James thought of Lily, the things he'd witnessed over the past few months and how she seemed to be dealing with a lot more than that these past few days. He still remembered how sad she looked when she read a letter that had come to her from her mum. James didn't ask what was written, of course, but he tried to make her smile for the rest of the day and during their patrol, hating that her brow was so furrowed.

The war was getting worse, a lot of people were dying, and the mini death eaters were really putting into practice what they had been learning in the last few years. It was frustrating, to say the least, that Dumbledore did nothing to stop sixteen-year-olds from getting their arms marked by Voldemort.

He wished he could help her, not just because now that spark of feeling inside his chest had become a scorch of acres and would leave a huge footprint inside him, but because James really cared about her before anything else.

"Dad, um…" James began, not quite sure how to speak, or what. ‘’Can we install a muggle phone?’’

"Of course," Fleamont smiled, just as he had smiled at Sirius. ‘’And you son, how was school?’’

‘’Well, I… Nothing too important but… it was a good year. There haven't been a lot of detentions this year, so I think it's a win.” He joked, just because it was a little weird talking about it with his dad.

"But he wanted to be dating," Sirius nudged, pouring more beer into his glass.

“Oh, is that that muggle girl?” Fleamont at least looked away, spending more time than necessary picking out some chips to eat. James mentally thanked him.

"No, and Sirius doesn't know what he's talking about." James rolled his eyes, wanting to push him off the stool. ‘’I decided that this year I will dedicate myself to studies.’’

"Oh James, you don't have to lie to your old man so much like that, it's okay, your mum isn't here so come on, tell me, what can I help you with?"

"It's her again, Monti," Sirius reveals, as if he doesn't say much.

James wanted to kill him now.

‘’Evans? Oh, son, are we still in it? When will I meet her? I'm starting to imagine you guys invented her because it's been almost five years since I first heard her name and never saw her.” Sirius and his dad laugh together, watching James blush like a fool. ‘’What happened this time? I thought you had raised a white flag for her… Is it because of her that you want to install the phone?’’

‘’It's just… She has family issues, and I think she's going to be alone this vacation since Marlene has traveled and Hestia too, so… I just thought about trying to call her. She gave me her phone number before classes ended, and I think it might cheer her up, I don't know, we're friends and I don't want to-’’

‘’Mate, you kissed her today, what kind of friendship is this?’’

''I wasn't the one who kissed her, she was the one who came at me, and for Merlin's sake, can't you shut up?!'' Fleamont doesn't intervene in the boys' discussion, seeming to enjoy it, and James almost took back everything he said and ran to his room to hide under the covers, but his dad seemed to notice this and became serious again.

"James," he said, in a warning tone but still with the shadow of a smile on his face. "It's kind of you to worry about her like that, anyway, but I think Sirius is right, I don't believe there are friendships where people kiss."

‘'She didn't even talk to me about it later, she just… ran away, leaving me alone. I don't think she even wanted to do that or I’m a bad kisser.'’

‘’It is a possibility, for sure,’’

"Even more if we think you ate that plum candy before the meeting, which smells disgusting." Sirius grimaced.

"But, you even said, she's having problems at home, and like I told Sirius, it's not all about you. She probably doesn't know what to do or say either, and is afraid of ruining the friendship… The best thing to do is ask her what it means, but knowing that maybe the answer will hurt you. It's a risk you take.” James nodded, looking at the beer kegs near the wall, and then down to his own glass again. "We'll install the phone and you'll call her, maybe that doesn't encourage Sirius to be less fearful and send Hestia a letter." Fleamont smiled. "There's nothing to lose, for either of you, just tell them how you feel."

''Haha! He would die before he did that, you know what he did last month?’’ James grinned vengefully, dodging Sirius' hand that tried to cover his mouth as his dad laughed at them both.

[...]

''OK.''

"Potter, just do it."

"Padfoot, what if she curses me-"

''She is not going.''

‘’ But she can. ’’

‘’Call her for fucking sake!’’

"Quiet or my mum will listen, and she doesn't need to know we can swear." James took a deep breath, the crumpled paper in his hands trembling as he noted the number written there, then looked at the buttons on the phone.

The man who came to install it had explained to them how it worked, but James was so nervous he'd forgotten all about it.

"Just dial!" Sirius cried for the umpteenth time, sitting beside him in the armchair, a Muggle magazine in his hands.

"Mum will kill you if she sees this." James pointed at the five women in bikinis, in very indecent positions for a rock magazine.

''Shut up Potter, and call her or I'll do it.'’ James huffed, rolling his eyes and looking at the numbers again.

Okay, he could do that.

Yes, just do it, James.

"Hello?" Evans' sweet voice sounded from the other end, it didn't sound much like her, it was a little more harsh and hurt than James used to hear, but it was definitely her. He tried to picture her by the phone, probably wearing a T-shirt from some muggle band he didn't know but would try to learn about just to impress her.

"Hello… Lily?"

“James?” Her voice radiated happiness then, as if she were grinning from ear to ear. His stomach turned over. ''Is that you?''

"Yes, yes it's me." Sirius chuckled softly, patting him on the shoulder and walking out of the room, probably so James would feel more comfortable being a lovesick fool. ''How are you?''

‘’I'm fine, I… how did you call me? Did you buy a phone?

"It was something my dad had wanted for a long time, so it was pretty easy to convince him." James grinned. “I just called to…um…just to say I like you, Evans. I really like it, and maybe you don't feel that way, and I know things aren't easy, but I really care about you, and if you don't… like me, that's fine, I'll understand. But ever since you kissed me I… I keep thinking about you, and I keep thinking about kissing you again, so I called just to tell you that… I like you a lot, Lily.'' James took a deep breath, feeling as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

Lily took a while to speak, which made him a little, very, nervous, and James even considered hanging up the phone and never using it again, but he remembered what his dad had said about listening to what she had to say and not rush.

"I…I like you too, James." He could hear her smile, even though her voice was a little quieter now. "I can't stop thinking about you and our kiss, either." His cheeks would tear. ‘’And… would you like to go out with me? For a date?’’

"Evans, I think if you asked me to jump off a bridge right now, I would." She laughed, one of the most beautiful sounds James had ever heard in his life. ''Yes I do.''

‘’Great, I… I need to turn it off now because Petunia is taking a shower and if I take too long the water will be cold and she won't leave me alone anymore, but-’’

"I'll call you later," James said before she even asked. He didn't lie when he said he would do anything for her, and if that meant talking to her on the phone overnight, he would. It was so much better than a letter, it took less time, and there was also the fact that he could hear her voice. It couldn't be better. "See you later, Lily."

"See you, James."

[vannybarber]

how about cevansxfemale reader who is a tattoo artist? Love your writing💖

oooh my first writing request ! thank you and hope you like itt❤

Tatted

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Warnings: none

You were cleaning your needle, listening to your coworker, Marcie, ramble on about how her girlfriend doesn't understand her. You told her multiple before that she wasn't any good for her, but that's toxic love for you.

Barely audible, you hear the bell above the shop door jingle, signaling someone had just come in. You turn to see who it is. Standing there in all his glory, was Chris Evans.

Now you watched some of him work and really liked it. You weren't a crazed fan, but you indeed were a fan. And he was here in your shop.

You whip around and go back to cleaning your needle in hope he didn't catch you staring. Luckily he was too caught up in conversation with friend he came with. When you were done, you called out that you were ready for another client.

Chris gets up and walks over to you. You motion for him to sit down.

"Hey! Do you have an appointment?"

"I didn't schedule, but it's just a simple one. Hopefully you can still do it for me" he says getting comfortable on the chair.

"Lucky for you I don't have anyone else for today" you reply back. You sit at your chair rearranging your table. "So what kind of tattoo do you want?"

"I want my dog, Dodger's name on me." You smile to yourself how pure that was. Nothing like a man and his bestfriend. He shows you a picture of the desired font.

"That's so sweet. Where do you want it?" You look up at him.

"I want it on my chest right here." He points to the inside of his left pec. You stop your movements and stare at the ginger. You don't know why you're freaking out. You've tattooed more intimate places than that. But touching his chest got you slightly nervous.

"Hey, you alright?" He chuckles at your state. You fall back into the present, clearing your throat.

"I'm fine thanks. Let's get started!" You clap your hands. He starts taking off his shirt and you occupy yourself by getting your needle ready. But it sure was hard not to stare. You take a peek before redirecting your eyes away. He had tattoos on his chest already and boy, did they look good.

"Okay you can just lay back and we'll get started." You take his phone and your needle. You lay the phone on his stomach and get to work. Conversation flowed easily as you worked. He talked about Dodger, the Avengers, and anything you could think of.

Almost finished with the tat, you color in the star at the end of his name and sit back.

"All done." You smile at him as he looks in the hand mirror. He grins and looks back at you.

"I fucking love it. Thank you." Your face gets warm and you set the needle down. "You're probably the best I've been to."

"Oh please!"

"Seriously! This is literal perfection."

"Well you said it, not me." He laughs as you cover the tattoo. Finished, he sits up and slips his shirt over his head. He goes in his wallet and pays you the amount, along with a tip.

"I definitely will be back here soon. And I want you to draw my next one." He gets out the chair and stands infront of you.

"Well I'm honored. Thank you" You extend your hand and he shakes it. His hand was so warm and huge compared to yours.

"I didn't get your name...?" He watches you expectantly.

"Oh I'm Y/N" you say finally pulling your hand back.

"Well I'll see you soon, Y/N."

"I'll be waiting right here for you." You internally cringe. Why would you say that?

He smiled at you and went to his friend. He whispered something to him and they both looked back at you. You send a tiny wave their way and they sent one back. After his friend was done, they headed towards the door.

Chris gave you one more look back and then he was gone. You wonder what he said. But you didn't have time because Marcie was back at her rant again. You just suck it up and think about your next meeting with Chris.

i did not like this one at all 😭 i could've done better but 🤦🏽‍♀️ anon I hope you liked it

[thebadgerclan]

Harry Potter Masterlist 1

 ** indicates smut

The Fourth Champion Masterlist

Harry Potter

Trapped-You’re trying to study, but Harry has other plans....

He Knows- You spend Christmas with Harry, but Sirius doesn’t know you’re dating...

His World- Harry doesn’t care that Snape’s your father....

Relax**- Harry’s stressed beyond belief....

A Few Firsts- Harry finally musters up the courage to ask you out....

A Lifetime Of Love- Harry’s never been told those 3 little words...

Can’t Hurt Us Anymore- Despite Voldemort’s death, Harry’s still afraid.  

Character Kinks

Just Feel**- Dumbledore’s lessons are too much....

Dreams**- Harry had a dream....

Spin The Bottle**- A game of spin the bottle reveals some long dormant feelings..

Today’s About You**- It’s Harry’s birthday...

Fought and Won**-The war is over...

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart**- Harry comes to you after the final battle...

Better Than Your Dream**- You make his dream come true...

Halloween- Halloween is a difficult day for Harry...

Regret (TW: SUIDIDE)- He feels nothing but stinging regret...

No One Could Compete- Harry gets inside his head sometimes...

Control**- He needs to feel in control...

Tomorrow**- There’s 2 sides to Harry...

Sex w/ Harry HCs**

Beautiful**- Harry’s always thought you couldn’t be more beautiful... he was wrong

That Good**- Whatever’s making you this needy today, Harry’s not questioning it

Better Than A Dorm**- After the Yule Ball, you know exactly where to go for a little alone time with your love....

Eighth Year- Harry returns for his eighth year..

Need You Now**- You finally get the chance to have him....

I’m Not Like My Father- You knew your relationship couldn’t stay secret forever

So Much More- After the Department of Mysteries, Harry feels conflicted...

Don’t Be Quiet**- Your kids are with Ron and Hermione for the weekend... 

Home To You**- After busting a cell of Death Eaters, Harry comes home...

Disrespect**-    Punishments can end in pleasure...

Hermione Granger 

Hermione Granger Smut HCs

James Potter

Broken Trust- James just couldn’t keep his mouth shut...

He’s Ready- After Voldemort attacks, James raises his son...

James Potter Smut HCs**

James As A Husband HCs

Lily Evans

Lily Evans Smut HCs**

Lily As A Wife HCs

Being Best Friends w/ Lily HCs

Fluffy/Random Lily HCs

Fred Weasley

Can’t Believe He’s Gone- Fred is there after your father’s death.

A Weasley In A Bookstore?- Fred sees the book you’ve wanted for weeks

Contradictions- Umbridge is just too much for Fred...

Redder Than His Hair- Y/N is shy, Fred is not

Amortentia’s Got Nothing On You- George’s usual teasings feel different on opening day.

Blame It On The Chocolate- Fred and Y/N and their late night O.W.L cramming

Now We Know**-Both you and Fred have wanted to try this for a while...

Intense**- Fred knows how to be intense..

Unattached**- You’re not a couple, that’s for sure.....

George Weasley 

Quarantined w/ George HCs

May 2nd- On the anniversary of the battle, there’s a ceremony....

No One Can Know- Y/N Malfoy has to sneak around to see her boyfriend

You’re Mine and I’m Yours**- George needs to forget....

Welcome Distraction- Jealousy boils over at Bill and Fleur’s wedding...

I’m Yours?- Usually calm and collected, for once in his life, George is nervous...

Ron Weasley

Run Out Of Adjectives- After Slytherin defeats Gryffindor again, you remind Ron why you fell in love with him...

Edge**- Ron is desperate...

Charlie Weasley

Romanian Internship**- Charlie got his internship...

Be Mine- Charlie is all you have....

Why Is The Box Moving?- Charlie gives Y/N her birthday present.

Something He Loves More Than Dragons**- Your first time with Charlie...

Bill Weasley

Mrs. Weasley- He never loved her....

Lucius Malfoy 

The Newest Malfoy- You meet Lucius after the war....

Resigned- You like Lucius, but he’ll never notice you...

Courtyard Brawl- Gone is the pureblood mania....

You’ve Changed Me- Lucius has changed since you first met.

I’d Take A Curse For You- While at the Manor, you and Lucius are ambushed.

Need You Now**- Lucius needs you now.....

Reliant**- Lucius’ surprise leaved you completely reliant on him.

Kind Of Sweet**- Lucius gets a bit carried away...

Draco Malfoy

Shaken Up- Draco gets very protective after Umbridge’s detention....

Making Up After A Fight HCs

I’d Rather Have The Snake- Y/N runs into her ex while out with Draco

Cuddling HCs

Nothing’s Working- Nothing Draco does is helping you feel better....

Always Take Care Of You- Draco is there when the world is too much

Flower**- You didn’t know what that flower did....

Newt Scamander

Loopy- This is why you don’t mess with an angry Thunderbird

Just Ask Her- Newt’s nervous to ask you something...

Alone In New York- Newt gets caught cheating

Angry Frank- Frank is angry and accidentally hurts Newt

The Demiguise Is Always Right- Dougal strikes again.....

Artemis Fido- The baby’s coming

Chaser- Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff

New York Niffler- The niffler’s loose in NYC

Trust The Demiguise- Newt’s creatures have become strangely protective of you...

Queenie’s Birthday- It’s Queenie’s birthday, and Newt’s pretty shy

Sweet Girl- The niffler’s finally asleep...

Mine Forever- After 20 years, he’s here...

Your Happiness- All he wants is your happiness...

Cedric Diggory 

People Die- You’re so afraid for Cedric....

Cedric As A Boyfriend HCs

Sleepy Ced- Y/N stays up studying in the common room

Owlet- Y/N is sick and Cedric takes are of her

Jealous HCs

Late Nights In The Library- Cedric is studying and Y/N is tired.

Stuck With Me- Cedric won’t stop until Y/N says she’ll go out with him

Neville Longbottom

The Cowardly Lion- Being stuck in the Room of Requirement isn’t so bad...

Never Thought You’d Notice**- He never thought you’d notice him...

This Moment**- Now just seems like the perfect time...

Dance Lessons- The best night of his life...

Cliche**- He wanted to wait...

Nymphadora Tonks

Bad Day- After a long, hard day, there’s no one you’d rather go home to...

Sirius Black

The Eagle and The Lion- Sirius tells you how he met your mom

Moments**- These moments are so rare

Then He Did- He won’t want you.......

Overprotective HCs

New Wardrobe- Cleaning the master suite comes with an unexpected surprise...

Judge Too Soon- Sirius’ first visit with your parents doesn’t go as smoothly as you’d hoped

Respect- You put Snape in his place....

Stay Away- Sirius would gladly date you, if only your mother would let you....

The Newest Black-Nothing could make him happier than he is right now...

Never Stopped-14 years may have passed, but you still love him..

Best Christmas Ever- Harry gets 2 big surprises this Christmas...

Belated- Sirius lands himself in detention on your anniversary....

Alive and Well- Sirius is home after 12 years...

One Second- One second was all it took....

Always Your Sister-James is emotional at your wedding...Keep reading

She’s Gotta Go- Walburga’s gotta go......

James’ Speech- James gives his best man speech at your wedding

Princess Sirius- Your daughter decided to turn your husband into a princess....

I Don’t Deserve This- Your first dance with your new husband

Angelic- Your number one fan is always there to support you.

Tease**- Sirius has had enough of your teasing

Harry Will Have A Friend- You share some good news after escaping Godric’s Hollow

Plaything- Severus doesn’t see your relationship with Sirius the way you do.....

Remember Who’s In Charge**- Cuddling takes a turn...

They’d Be Proud- Life before and after Voldemort’s attack

Silly Feuds- Sirius feels like an idiot....

5 Words- He doesn’t think he deserves you....

You’re Safe- You don’t want Sirius to go home....

Victory- Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup, and Sirius is overjoyed..,

Complete- Your family’s growing.....

Finally A Family- Alexa’s first Christmas with her family all together...

She’ll Say Yes- Sirius is a nervous mess

All That She Needs- You have all that you need

Lovable Idiot- Sirius gets into another fight

Not A Disgrace- Sirius’ mother makes it plain how she feels

Too Dangerous- Sirius wants to meet his daughter

Part 2:Long Awaited- Sirius finally meets his daughter

First Time __  HCs

Guard Dog- James is a bit protective of his little sister.....

Family Name- Being a Malfoy casts an impression, and not a very good one

Not So Bad- Sirius meets your parents

He’s Alright- You haven’t heard from Sirius in weeks....

More Often**- Sirius and you switch things up

The Fifth Marauder-Why can’t he see?

Part 2: Someone Like Me- He finally sees what he’s been blind to.

Stick To Maroon- You’re tutoring a 2nd year...

On The Desk**-The meeting’s finally over...

Living With Sirius HCs

Nobody Else- He’s home...

10 Sickles- Bets were made...

Movie Night- James wants to watch a horror movie...

Space- You and Sirius don’t see eye to eye on this

New Relationships- Lily and James won’t admit they have chemistry....

Run Away- Sirius needs to see you

Whole Once More- Sirius never knew....

Second Chances- Your first date with Sirius doesn’t go as planned

Revenge- Y/N is hexed...

Strong- Nightmares haunt him

Lion in a Sea of Badgers- Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

Sirius x Hufflepuff HCs

Secrets- Sirius learns some new things about his girlfriend

Whenever You’re Ready- We all have our bad days...

Leave-Sirius breaks out and finds you...

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Nearly- After the Department of Mysteries

I Prefer Red- Y/N spends Christmas with the Blacks

Snitching- Y/N just wants to see Sirius smile

Cake At Midnight- You want cake, but it’s midnight

Twice Obliviated- Y/N sees her ex while out with Sirius

My Three Girls- And baby makes 4...

We’ll Be Alright- This was unexpected...

Mother’s Day- The Black’s first Mother’s Day

Care- Y/N gets sick at an Order meeting

She’s Perfect- James, Lily, and Remus come to meet your daughter

You’re Mine- Despite being your boyfriend, Sirius still flirts with other girls

This is Not A Date- Y/N and Sirius aren’t on a date, they’re 3rd and 4th wheeling.

Protecting His Girls- Your daughter’s had nightmares ever since she found a boggart in her closet.

Welcome To The Order- Y/N is finally inducted into the Order, and finds more than friendship.

Worth The Wait- Sirius finally gets what he’s waited 12 years for.

Night Off- While at a bar on her night off, Y/N meets a less than friendly man, and one that’s pretty okay.Keep reading

Lightning Muses- As a storm rages outside, Y/N reflects on memories with her lover and Harry

Revelations At The Order- Y/N finds more than she thought she would at an Order meeting.

Rage**- An Order meeting goes wrong....

Don’t Speak**- Sirius sent you a patronus with instructions, and you’re not about to question them

Take Care Of Me**- You need to let go for a while....

Forgive You**- Sirius and you have an argument...

Dirty Girl**- You tease Sirius at an Order meeting....

They’ll Be Alright- After Voldemort attacks, Rose is raised by Lily and James...

Time To Think- After a spat, you need time to think...

Yours Forever- Sirius always held onto hope...

Young Sirius Smut HCs**

The Best Day Of His Life- He’s always wanted kids, that hasn’t changed in 12 years....

Remus Lupin

Actually Bathe**- Remus looks so relaxed...

Boggart: Version 1**, Version 2**-You thought you could do it

Nothing Left- Everyone he loves is gone

Storm**- Rainy mornings are sometimes the best....

Overprotective Remus x Sister HCs

Remus Meeting Parents HCs

Proud- Remus is proud of how well you did on an assignment...

Student’s Favorite- Remus doesn’t believe that the Hogwarts students love him as much as they do....

Remus x Herbology Professor HCs

Learn To Knock- Harry apparently doesn’t know how to knock.....

Her Wolf- Much like a wolf, Remus won’t give up until he has you....

Too Easy- Sometimes, you’re able to forget about the war.....

Mystery Wolf- Remus won’t rest till he finds this mystery wolf....

Rough One- You care for Remus after the full moon..

Ruined Surprises- You open the package that came, unaware of what it was.

Remus x Pureblood Slytherin HCs

You Love Her Like A Sister, I Love Her Like A...- Even though James knows about your relationship, he still isn’t a fan of what he sees....

Took You Long Enough- Remus’ confession has been a long time coming....

Who Else?- Remus adores you, but Lily is very protective of you...

Moony and Puck- You never found your soulmate in Salem...

Unrepairable- Remus made an irreversible decision...

Lovesick Wolf- Remus us always so shy around you....

With A Little Help From Lily- Remus has liked you for 4 years, and finally acts on it...

Forgotten By Morning- After a few butterbeers, Remus lets something slip...

Her Muse- You’re hard at work on your latest creation

Admit It- Despite overwhelming evidence, Remus does not believe he cheats at games.....

Coffee and Chocolate-N.E.W.T week is here.....

Recovery- Remus’ recovery after the full moon

The Wolf Can Skate- Remus agrees to an ice skating date....

All Was Golden- Important moments seem to happen at sunset

Better- Remus makes a bad day better

So Much Easier- Remus discovers a way to make the full moon easier

Yearly Occurrence- It’s time for the Yule Ball again

Being Quarantined with Remus HCs

Gorgeous Girl- You’re late for a double date

The Order Can Wait**- Remus wants you now

Shut Up and Kiss Me- You need to study, Remus disagrees

Don’t Let Them Hear**- A little fun at the Order

Makes Me Sick- Y/N has to fake-date for a mission, Remus is not happy

Kindly Fuck Off- Tonks is getting a little too comfortable....

Not The First Time- Your brew amortentia with your best friend, what could go wrong?

I Think....- This can’t be a coincidence

No Music Needed- It’s been a long day..

I’m Home- Remus has been away for 2 weeks....

Head Girl- Sirius loves Y/N, so does Remus

The Perfect Moment- Remus is anxious at an Order meeting...

Her First Moon- It’s Y/N’s first full moon...

Please Understand- Remus never told Y/N about his “furry little problem”...

Lucky- When everything seems wrong, Remus makes it feel alright.

After The Full Moon- Y/N knows that each moon affects Remus differently, she’s there for him every time.

See The Goodness**- Remus doesn’t think he’s all you know him to be....

Scruff**-Remus decided to grow out his beard....

All The Work**-You teased Remus for the whole class...

Desperation**- You’re both desperate when Remus comes home...

Git- Severus Snape, you’ve decided, is a git.

Being Married To Remus/Remus As A Father HCs

Like His Mother- You help raise Teddy after the war....

Cure- Y/N is tired of seeing Remus suffer...

Possessive**- The full and pollen, what could go wrong?

Face Tomorrow- The future is so uncertain...

Pup- The newest Lupin....

Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs- Christmas with your family....

Feral**- The wolf in him comes out...

Before and After- Before and after the full..

Remus During Your Pregnancy HCs

Nowhere To Be- There’s nothing quite like cuddling during a storm...

Travelling The World w. Remus HCs

Young Remus Fluffy HCs

You Stop, I Stop**- What can he say?  You turn him on...

The Wolf’s Wedding Night**- The full’s coming up, and Remus is needy...

His Favorite Time Of Day- Mornings are his favorite time of day...

Young Remus Smut HCs**

Luna- Remus has never been more in love...

Yours**- He won’t let them hurt you...

Alpha**- You need your alpha...

The Wolf and The Hound- Remus is so nervous....

Trust- Your trust is what makes your relationship strong, and what keeps the sex good...

How The Marauders + Lily react to you and Remus Having a Baby and Naming them after them HCs

Severus Snape

Damned First Years**- He’s had enough of those damned first years....

Sir**- You know you made a mistake, you you know you’ll pay for it....

Stress Relief**- Severus knows how stressed you’ve been...

Devoted- You prove Severus’ alliances...

She Won’t Last- Umbridge’s punishments are taking a toll....

Now I Have It- Christmas morning in the Snape house.....

Want You Close- Severus doesn't want to get up.....

Severus x Triwizard Champion HCs

What I See- Severus thinks you deserve better...

Welcome To The World- You go into labor while Severus is supervising detention....

Bets- A game of truth or dare....

Would Have Been An Unforgivable- Lockhart, ever the idiot, has once again gone too far....

I Won’t Let Him- Your ex is out of prison....

Lake Nights- You’re supposed to spend the night with Severus, but it’s such a nice night....

Part 2: Little Tease**-Severus has had enough of your teasing….

Potion Master’s Mistake- Even Severus makes mistakes....

Hidden Feelings- What exactly is the potions master feeling?

Part 2: Unforgettable**-Hidden feelings are finally revealed

I Will Be Here- After 16 years......

Another Year, Another Ball- You reflect on the year at the Yule Ball....

Call Me Severus- Potter’s payback.......

Never Stood A Chance- Severus is very protective of what’s his.

Professor In The Making- You hang out in Severus’ classroom after giving birth to your second child...

Snape’s What?- The students had no idea....

Time and Space- Severus wants to get to know you better....

Be Okay- Your mother has quite a bit to say

Almost Discovered- He almost found out....

Good Night’s Sleep- Madame Pomfrey has a rule that you detest....

Body Worship HCs

Married To A Whale- Your robes don’t fit like they used to...

Overworked- You’re overworked and Sevuers takes notice

Break- Everyone has a breaking point....

Forgive Me- Severus and you fight, and some words are said

Never Doubt It- You plan a picnic for Severus

My First Priority- When the crowd becomes too much, Severus is there

Won’t Let You Fall- You take Severus home for vacation....

My Good Girl**- Severus has been waiting for you....

One Sided- Your feelings aren’t as one sided as you thought..

Guilt**- Severus feels guilty for last night...

Perfection- Severus shows you how beautiful you really are.

If It Weren’t May- You’ve picked up crocheting during quarantine

Something Different**- Sev wants to try something new...

Bedrest Is Boring- You’re on bedrest, but you’re lonely

Lonely No Longer- Severus needs to meet his soulmate

Birthday Presents**- Severus gives you a birthday surprise

The Potion Master’s Soulmate- Snippets of your life as Severus’ soulmate

Free Period**- Severus wants to see you after class...

Another Love- Severus has never had pizza before...

Get This Right- Why does Severus know so much about creatures?

Movie Night- Y/N convinces Severus to watch The Notebook

The Afterlife Awaits- It’s time for Severus to go...

Any Worse- All you wanted was to get Severus some new vials...

Damaged Souls- Y/N still remembers, but has yet to tell Severus

Don’t Be Shy- Severus has never been caught pleasuring himself, until now

Part 2: Dreams Come True- Severus had a dream you are all to happy to make reality

Calming Stars- A stupid argument....

Anti-Venom- Of course the potions master lived, he could put a stopper in death after all...

Not Ideal- Y/N has feelings for Snape, but knows she can’t...

Christmas Surprise- You’ve changed....

Morning Discoveries- She’s not a Seer, but she can still read tea leaves...

Loss- Y/N’s kitten passes away...

Horrible People- You’ve had enough of the marauders

I Will Wait- Severus says something he will regret for the rest of his life

Sketches- Severus finds your hidden talent

Very Early- Severus notices some things...

The Reason- Severus meets his soulmate, he’s not happy

You?-You finally meet your soulmate..

You Can Do This- Your first day as Charms teacher isn’t going as planned...

Meeting The Dark Lord- You’re invited to a ball hosted by none other than the Dark Lord himself

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Bland- Y/N meets the Order’s double agent

Thanks Seamus- Seamus’ habit of setting things on fire is actually helpful for once...

The Perfect Life- Your daughter is sick.....

“Detention”-Y/N is caught fighting....

For Him- Y/N will do what she must to protect Severus

Potions Master- It’s that time of the month

Do It For You-Mad-Eye is dead...

Finally-Y/N shared some good news...

Make Her Pay- Umbridge has gone too far...

Unexpected- Y/N is pregnant, and the students try to guess who’s it is

Unicorn Incidents- While teaching, Y/N gets hurt...

Marriage Material- Y/N’s first order meeting as Severus’ wife.

All That Matters- Y/N is ill, and Severus thinks he can help her

Imbeciles- One of the twins pranks doesn’t go as planned

Quiet- Y/N is shy, but she’s still got a lot to say

More Than She’ll Ever Know- After all these years, your mother still makes sure you know how she feels

I Am Alive- Y/N has horrific nightmares about the night she almost lost her husband

Give Me A Chance?- Y/N’s Liked Severus since 4th year

Can We Start Over?- Y/N’s on her way to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny, knowing who she’ll see when she arrives.

Ensnared By Her Voice- Y/N is a singer who returns to Hogwarts to perform, while there, she catches the eye of an old flame.

The Python’s Failure- After Nagini strikes, Snape manages to make it to Madame Pomfrey, much to the relief of Y/N

Realizations**- Severus waits a bit too long to act on his feelings…

I Expected More**- Severus decides to add something new to your dynamic...

But I Want You- Severus is the only one you want...

Always Be Right Here**- Sometimes, Severus needs to be taken care of...

What Would She Say?**- Severus has a little fun at dinner with your mother..

Exhaustion**- Severus has been brewing for over 12 hours...

Anything- After a long night, Severus takes care of you

He Knows**- You broke a rule...

Can’t Tell You Enough**-Severus finally tells you how he feels...

Dessert**- Severus’ birthday has never been a big affair...

Anniversary- Severus tries to cook dinner for your anniversary.......

Dunderhead- Your daughter says her first word, and it’s not what you expected...

A Little Threatened- Severus is jealous of your birthday present...

Mistake-Severus forgets that you’re still young..

Chasing A Comet- You thought his obsession with Lily was fading..

Independence Day- You invite Severus to visit you for the 4th of July..

That Type Of Day**- Severus has been wanting you all day..

By Your Side- When one of the twins’ pranks goes wrong, Severus is there

Every Word Is True- This is the first Valentine's Day Severus isn’t dreading

Firewhiskey- Severus finally makes his move

Mrs. Snape**- Severus’s wedding day...

Books and Potions- You’ve had enough of the Marauders...

Finally Home- You’ve been away for 3 months...

The Dark Lord’s Ball- Severus has kept you sheltered from The Dark Lord, he is not pleased with that....

Raise A Child- When Remus brings his newborn son to Hogwarts, it brings a revelation upon Severus...

Someone Better- Severus is worried you’ll find someone new on your travels...

Don’t Make A Sound**- You need to be quiet...

N.E.W.T Class- He’s always refrained from yelling at your best friend, until today, that is....

Be Yours- He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help but be attracted to you...

Stressful Week**- Severus knows how to help you relax..

Severus Snape As A Father HCs

Not A Bit- Severus isn’t in pain anymore, this is news to you...

The Serpent and The Falcon- Severus reads your latest interview...

Potent**- After a Herbology incident, there’s only one person you need...

All She Wants**- After the duelling club, Severus is the only thing on your mind...

Want It Too- He knew his feelings weren’t one-sided...

Different Yet Alike- Though you are different, you are also like your mother....

Horror Movies- You don’t like horror movies, but you’ll watch them for Severus...

What Do You Need?**(TW: SEXUAL ASSULT MENTION)- Severus knows that this may be difficult for you...

First**- You want him, all of him..

Truly Be Yours- Even though it was a potion, he still felt the same...

Gone- You were the best thing to ever happen to him...

How Long I’ve Waited**- He’s waited for this for years....

Why Me?**- His feelings contradict one another...

Beloved**- Severus spoils you on your birthday....

Under The Desk**- You have a little fun with Severus...

My Perfect Man- You know exactly what he needs to hear...

Lay His Claim- Severus can finally take you out...

Won’t Be Gentle**- He can’t wait, he needs you now...

Cruel Misfortune- Though you want him, Eileen comes first...

Anything For You- You take care of Severus when he’s sick...

Five**- When Severus comes home tense, you know how to help him relax...

Sidetracked**- Severus was going to finish a potion, he really was...

No One I’d Rather Have- Neither of your dates were going well...

Show**- Severus wanted to spend the day with you, but you certainly made up for your absence...

His Angel Of Music- Hogwarts’ production of The Phantom Of The Opera...

Putting Him Back Together- Severus knows you’ll take care of him...

Assistant- Severus’ assistant helps him in more ways than one...

Defend- They won’t hurt him, not while you’re around...

Bringing Him Back- He’s never wanted to come back, not until now...

Internship- He’s going to miss you so much...

Part 2: Reunited- 7 months later...

Alps**- You needed this week away...

St. Mungos- The sole upside to being bitten by a python...

Silence**- Severus adores teasing, just not here...

Memories**- A walk down memory lane.

Nice and Slow**- Relaxation with your lover...

Bat- Severus didn’t know your Patronus changed...

Needless Worries- Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Little Game**- Severus decides to play a little game with you...

Wizard Flu- The Wizard Flu hits Hogwarts...

Wanted For A While**- Severus has wanted to try this...

Little Flower-Severus doesn’t sing, but he will for Iris...

First Time __ With Severus HCs

Retaliation- After becoming close with Severus, he won’t stand the Marauders’ bullying anymore...

Vigilant- Severus would never be unfaithful, not of his own free will...

Want You, Need You**- 5 months, and he hasn’t touched you...

Busy Day**- Your husband surprises you on your break...

Nothing To Forgive- Severus knows you’d never hurt him...

Beneficial**- Your period isn’t all that bad...

Severus Snape x reader x Harry Potter

Chastity**- While he loves his submissives dearly, sometimes, punishment is needed... Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Remus x Sirius x Reader

Join The Pack- They both want you...

Virgin Reader HCs**

My World**- Remus made Sirius wait...

Just Had To See Her**- Remus was helping an old friend into the castle...

Severus Snape x Lucius Malfoy x Reader

One Is Hard, Two Is Hell- Severus and Lucius are Called, and you can’t sleep...

How they react to a S/O who hasn’t had the best sexual experiences

How they deal with jealousy within their relationship 

My Prince**- Severus is needy after a long day

Real Man**- Lucius is appalled that a man’s never make you come...

James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

General HCs 

Charm**- Flitwick’s newest charm can be used for multiple purposes...

Mrs. Potter-Black**- This is the happiest day of your life....

Sweet Tooth- They lost sight of you for 5 minutes...

Remus Lupin x Reader x James Potter

General HCs 

My Mates**- You’ve never been with Remus this close to the full...

Marriage, Children, Etc. HCs

Cedric Diggory x Reader x Harry Potter

So Proud- Both of your boys made it out safe...

Little Lion Cub**- Harry needs him.....

Easter Holiday**- Cedric makes good on his promise...

Fred Weasley x Reader x Geroge Weasley

Anything For Our Girl**- The twins want to try something new with you...

Test Subjects**- Your boys bring home some new products.....

Draco Malfoy x reader x Harry Potter

New Pleasures**- Harry’s a little reluctant...

Ron Weasley x reader x Harry Potter

Promotions**- Ron celebrates Harry’s promotion...

James Potter x reader x Lily Evans

Show Me**- You may be inexperienced, but that’s not going to stop her, or James for that matter...

Spoiled- A day in Hogsmeade with your loves...

Happy Birthday To Me**- James’ birthday surprise...

Harry Potter x reader x Hermione Granger

For Now-It’s finally over....

James Potter x Lily Evans x reader x Remus Lupin

We’re Here Now- Remus is cared for after the full moon by his three loves..

Marriage, Sex, Children, Etc. Hcs

Urgent**- Thank Merlin for the Room of Requirement...

Relaxation**- After a long week, you loves know how to help you relax...

We’re Not Done Yet**- Your three lovers know exactly how to make you feel good...

Hour**- You each get an hour...

Build You Up- No matter what people say, Lily and James are always there...

How They Got Together HCs

We Want You**- It’s all you’ve thought about for days...

What Have We Here?**- Who said getting walked in on was a bad thing?

How They React To You and Lily Being Pregnant At The Same Time

Having Triplets HCs

Sending Their Kids To Hogwarts HCs

Honeymoon Smut HCs**

How Long’s It Been?**- What would you do without Sirius?

James Potter x Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin

Does She Know?- He just wanted to keep you safe...

Harry Potter x Severus Snape 

Under No Circumstances- Harry knows how difficult it is...

Need To Let Go**- After a hard day, Harry needs to let go...

Lucius Malfoy x Severus Snape

Sweet Prince**- While he knows he is loved, he still worries his lover’s heart isn’t entirely his...

James Potter x Lily Evans

Gryffindor Wins**- After the Quidditch Cup....

First In A Few Ways**- He’s her first in a few ways...

Lily Evans x reader x Sirius Black

Back To Normal- After the full, Sirius is exhauted...

Other:

Marauders + Lily Assorted Favorites

[nachtai-ish]

Thanksgiving at Home (The Re-Up)

plot: a loving shot at my family through the eyes of Chris Evans and Reader.

a/n: ....I’m stupid. Thanks anon who told me that Boston was not in Maine. ...i feel like an idiot.

               “No. It’s your turn.”

               You couldn’t deny it. It was an absolute fact that according to the terms of your agreement that it was, in fact, your turn.

               In the beginning of your relationship, which had started three years ago, holidays had always been a source of frustration. He was from the north, Massachusetts, and you were from the south, Georgia. You wanted to see your family, and he desperately needed to hug his mom.

               So, you decided to split the holiday, you would go home to Georgia and he would go back to Massachusetts. After that first year, you would flip flop who you spent holidays with. That meant that the next year you spent Thanksgiving in Boston with him, and Christmas at home in Georgia with your mother and Sister.

               So yes, that meant it was your turn to spend Thanksgiving with your family. But that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it.

“Seriously, we don’t have to do Thanksgiving in Georgia. I’ll take Christmas again. It’s nicer.” You were sitting on the bed, looking at his half-packed suitcase, Dodger laying next you, his eyes moving to and fro watching his Dad pack a bag of clothes.

“If I wasn’t sure that you loved me, I’d really think you didn’t want me in Georgia.” He looked back at you, a smirk on his handsome face. “You got an old boyfriend you don’t want me to meet there.”

“A? Many. And who said they were old boyfriends. Maybe I’m still seeing them.” You smirked back at him. You couldn’t help but fall into games with your man, even though you were far from light and joyous.

“Watch it.” He pointed at you with a mock serious look on his face. “I hate to have to fight them.”

“I doubt you could take them.” You looked up in the air. “One was a football player; he’s actually playing for the Falcons now.”

Chris looked back at you, a white button down in his hands. “Are you serious?”

You nodded, “Oh yeah. He actually sends me tickets from time to time. There’s actually a game on thanksgiving! Maybe we should go. I’ll send him an email.” You stood up, to grab your laptop.

“Y/n, so help me, I will throw that piece of tin out of the window.” He said, a smile threatening to burst onto his serious face. “Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not. We should go to a game. We’re going to be in Atlanta anyway. …you know unless we go to Boston.”

Suddenly his eyes lowered and he shook his head, folding the shirt in half and walking towards his open luggage. “Dodger.”

The dog barked softly.

“Tell your mom that she’s got to try a lot harder to get one over on me.”

You rolled your eyes, flopping back onto the bed. You laid back and Dodger took this change to take a position on your stomach, making himself comfortable. “This is so stupid.”

“I mean, you know we bought the tickets, already right? So, the time for you to try all of this plan changing would have been a month ago.” He sat next to you running his hand over Dodger’s body. “And you were so fucking excited. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. …Nothing. I’m just nervous.”

“Why? I’ve met your family.”

You sat up, making sure to do so slowly so Dodger could adjust himself accordingly. “You’ve met my Sisters, their boyfriends, and her mom. Not my family.”

Chris looked at you, “I’m failing to see the problem. So we do some introductions and get to know each other? What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal Christopher Robert Evans-“You had hopped up, Chris grabbing Dodger before you flung him towards in the wall in your movement.

“Ooh Dodger, she used the government name. She’s serious.”

You tried hard not to smile, but couldn’t stop the thing from breaking your serious expression. “Stop it. I’m serious.”

“I know.” He smiled at you, and then rolled his hand around as if to say continue. “Come on lay it on me.”

“I’m from Georgia.”

His eyes shifted from side to side, as if the answer to his confusion was in the room. “I’m from Massachusetts…so what?”

“No, you don’t get it. I’m from Georgia…not Atlanta. My family is from Georgia. There’s a difference.”

In silence of the moment, Dodger slipped out of Chris’ arms into the living room. Chris folded his arms, looking at you.

“…If I get what you’re being obtuse about. You’re trying to say that you don’t want me meeting your overall wearing, one tooth, inbred, backwoods cousins.” He had that smirk again. You wanted to both kiss him and wipe it off of his face.

“Hey! None of my cousins are any of that.”

“Okay then, so what’s the problem.”

               You sighed and sat down, and he pulled you closer to him. You placed your face in his neck, his gold chain pressing slightly against your nose.

“I’m not embarrassed by them…” You said a little muffled by his body. “I just want to say that.”

“Okay… I’m listening.”

You sighed again, pulling back from him. “…It’s just…like…okay. Your family, like the house was put together and everyone was sitting around the table. We passed plates and it was all very nice.”

“Okay, and at Christmas at your mom’s we sat around the table and we didn’t pass plates but no one needs to do that. It was nice too.”

“But it’s not going to be like that at Thanksgiving Chris. Most of my immediate family will be there. The table we at for Christmas will be covered in food. We’re going to walk around the table buffet style, and everyone’s going to sit around the house, wherever they can fit. There will be no real plates, no real spoons. There’s probably going to be a kids area that will be messy.”

“Kids are messy everywhere baby.”

“I’m not done. There will be foreign foods. Oxtails, and chitterlings. Dressing…not stuffing.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“It is not!” You shook your head. “It’s totally different. There are going to be several things going on too. My uncle is going to sit in the middle of the room, with tequila, a lime, and he’s going to tell stories we’ve all heard 18 million times. He’s going to curse and we’re all going to be annoyed. My younger cousins are going to sneak out of the house, stand in a huddle behind the house and smoke weed, and talk about us old folks. My grandma is going to get drunk on Sparkling Cider, and probably try to flirt with you, and you better flirt back Chris.”

He chuckled then rubbing your back, “Of course I will. Now are you-“

“And I haven’t even told you about Spades.”

“Spades?” He found your eyes. “Like the card game.”

“Yeah. Spades goes down at Thanksgiving, and it is SERIOUS Chris. It’s like war, but less civilized.”

He rolled his eyes and stood up walking back into the closet, “You’re being dramatic now.”

“I’ve seen my cousin pull a gun out on somebody who reneged. I SEENT IT.”

“So okay, I won’t play spades.”

“What? And look like a bitch in front of all my cousins. You’ll never live it down. They’ll be at our wedding giving a toast like, ‘Hey Chris is a cool white dude, but he still a bitch cause he won’t play Spades with us’. I don’t want to be the cousin who married a white dude who won’t play spades. I can’t do it. I’ll be the black sheep.”

Chris gripped your shoulders, forcing you to look up at him. “Breathe baby.”

And you did.

“Again. Good and deep.”

And you did again.

“You feel better?”

You did, so you nodded.

“Good. Now, I’m saying this because I love you.” He grabbed your shoulders and shook you back and forth. “You’re acting like a nut.”

“I know. I know.” You said when he let you go. “I just want them to like you.”

He kissed your forehead. “They will like me. I mean how could they not first of all?” He grinned at you making you roll your eyes. He smoothed his hand down the side of your face, “And even if they don’t like me right away, they’ll grow to like me. And if they don’t…” He kissed you softly, soundly. “It doesn’t matter. I love you. You love me. And that’s all that matters. Okay?”

You closed your eyes, nodding. “Okay.”

“Say it.” He commanded gently.

“I love you. You love me. That’s all that matters.” You opened your eyes and your irises met his, you felt calmer.

“Good.” He smiled. “Now pack, boarding is at 8.”

--

               Atlanta never failed to take your breath away. It was so familiar, yet every time you returned there was always something new being built or done. You pointed out so many spots that you wanted to see before you returned to Los Angeles, and Chris made sure to note them all down on his phone wanting you to enjoy your time home as much as you could.

               After your father died, your mother decided that the deep south had nothing to offer you and your sisters anymore and decided to uproot you from all that you knew. Suddenly you were nearly two hours from the bulk of your family, living in a suburb of Atlanta that you knew no one in. It wasn’t your home at first, but eventually you had come to love Atlanta as much as you loved your little small town in Southern Georgia.

               As you came closer to your neighborhood you began to point of places of significance.

“There used to be this spot right there. Oh my god, they used to have the best hot wings. Like everyone tends to rave over American Deli, but they had better wings than anything I’ve ever tasted.” You said as you passed a spot that was under construction.

As you passed through the opening of the subdivision of your neighborhood, you smiled and pointed at the sign. “The neighborhood kids all used to hang around that sign. I had my first real kiss right there.”

Chris raised one of his eyebrows, “Real kiss?”

You smirked, “Tongue.”

He chuckled. “How old were you?”

“13.”

“Weak. I was 12.”

“Lie.”

“It is not a lie.”

“Chris, you’re about to pass it.”

“Shit!” He pressed on breaks, making you skid slightly to a stop a few inches away from your house.

               There were cars parked along the side of the road, a few on the grass without care to your mom’s poor lawn. You figured you’d be a little late, traffic was heavy, the airport had been busy of course, but …this was a Black family thanksgiving. 1 meant 3, not 2:30.

“Fuck. We’re walking right into it.” You said, sighing.

“Will you calm down? It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re definitely fine.” He waggled his eyebrows a little making you smile and then really smile when his eyes traveled down your white knit sweater dress covered body to the camel colored knee-high boots that he nearly begged you to wear.

You reached over and adjusted the collar of his white cable knit crew neck under his camel colored jacket. He wore a pair of khaki trousers, that you thought gave him an air of formal to go with his more casual upper attire. “You’re pretty fine too.” You smiled and leaned over to kiss him-

Thump.

But you jumped instead when your sister appeared at your window, somehow sneaking up on you. You rolled your eyes, sighing and rolling down the window.

“Hello Cassie.”

“Hello Y/n.” She grinned. “Hey Chris, I’m so happy my sister is no longer hiding your beauty from the world.”

“Hey Cass. Glad to see you again.”

“Glad to see you too.” She smirked.

You thumped her forehead, “What did I say about flirting with my boyfriend?”

“Don’t do it when you’re around?” She joked.

“Wrong, you little bitch.”

She laughed.

You grinned too. “Where’s Falen?”

“Feeding Cam. He’s so chunky.”

“I can’t wait to hold him.” You smiled at Chris. He grinned back at you. You had been talking about kissing all over your nephew for a month now.

“Well if you stop hiding in this…very nice car. You can. Come on Chris, everyone is really excited to meet you.”

               And just like that you were following behind your boyfriend and your little sister into what could be a doomed thanksgiving from hell. You nervously followed them into the house, not joining in on the conversation as Chris and Cassie talked about politics. Turning without much fuss, as Chris took off your duster and hung it in the closet, doing the same with his jacket.

You only followed numbly as you walked through the opening to your home, heart beating faster as the sounds of your family got louder. Just as it was at it’s peak, you gripped Chris’s hand, stopping in your tracks therefore stopping him.

He looked back at you, Cassie kept walking still somehow talking about how Biden was not the President we wanted or needed. You looked up at him, not able to say anything only looking up at him with wide eyes.

His lips were on your forehead quickly, placing three kisses in succession, one there, then your nose, and finally your lips. Silently he reassured you that things would be fine, and together you stepped through the threshold into your family room.

               Gatherings could be a lot for you. In a lot of the memories of the gatherings attended by you in your youth, you could only remember being a fly on the wall. Choosing to instead be passive instead of active like your sisters and your cousins. You weren’t anti-social, but you felt more comfortable laughing at the jokes then trying to tell them.

As you grew it got a little better, but you never felt quite comfortable in big group of people. In fact, after an event such as this one, you often needed to sleep for a long time. When you told Chris this before your first Thanksgiving with his family, he admitted to being kind of the same. He might not need to sleep after a big event, but he wasn’t quite the social butterfly either. It made you happy that he understood when you had to excuse yourself from drinking eggnog with the family late into the night. It made you even happier when he told you the next morning that his family understood too.

               With your family it was much of the same, your family understood that you weren’t the loudest and most of the time they were too busy being loud themselves to need you to be just as loud as them. It was just enough for you to be there sharing in the love of the family.

But not this time.

This time all the attention was on you and it was time to speak up.

               “So, Chris…where did you two meet?” The slight drawl of your Aunt cut through the sounds of The Temptations singing Silent Night, a favorite of your mom’s anytime of year…obviously.

“Uh, she…I mean Y’N was a consultant on a movie I was doing. I saw her and she was too beautiful for me not to get to know. So I asked her out for coffee.” He smiled at you then. “She said no.”

“You said no?” One of your male cousins, Taylor, called out. “Shiiit, if I was a girl I would have jumped on his ass.” He sucked his teeth. “Hell, shit, I’d jump right now. He got hella money.”

The room erupted into laughter and all of sudden the ice was broken. Chris was no longer an interloper…well he was, but he was no longer covered in plastic. He could be touched, he could be handled, he could be interwoven into the group.

You sighed, a little of your worry dissipating.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad.

                 To his credit, if anything was making him feel uncomfortable, he was taking it in stride. Chris had enjoyed when all your little cousins came up to him and asked him questions about Captain America, and asked if he was always Captain America or just on TV. You could tell because when he smiled, his face creased. He even did a few poses for them, which they loved.

When one of your cousins, Devontae, came over to Chris with a bottle of something clear and a smile you knew that this one would be a little harder. But again, he took it in stride as Devontae pitched him an idea of a TV show with talking Weed Plants, kind of like Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Chris simply smiled through it, shaking his head when you made eyes at him obviously getting the message that you could save him if he wanted you to. After Devontae walked away needing to captivate the attention of at least 5 other people in the room.

He was considerably more relaxed in a group of the male cousins you had grown up around. They had formed a sort of semi-circle, Chris in the middle with a long neck beer in his hand, nodding at what ever George had to say.

“Chris is doing good.” Falen said, leaning over slightly, adjusting Camden’s bib while he was in your arms.

“Yeah. He’s really fitting in.” You smiled and then cooed at Cam bouncing on his knee. “I want to take him home.”

“He’s yours. I’ll sign the papers today.” Falen joked. “So, it’s serious then.”

“What?”

“What?” Falen mimicked you, rolling your eyes reminding you of yourself. “You and Chris.”

“You know it’s serious Fay.” You mom chimed in. “She brought him home.”

“I brought him to Christmas last year.”

“Thanksgiving is different and you know it.” Your mom said pointing her wine glass in your direction.

“I told him that.” You mumbled, looking down at Camden who only looked back up you with sweet innocent brown eyes.

“Well I’m glad you are trying to lock him down. You two match, you know.” Falen grinned.

“And the matching outfits were just the right touch.” Cassie chimed in smirking at you.

You flipped her off, discreetly. Your grandma was still in front of you…although already sleeping.

“Shut up Cassie.” Falen chuckled. “Seriously. …I think he might propose soon.”

You chuckled shaking your head, “Nah. I don’t think so.”

Falen grinned, “If you say so little sis.” She patted her knee and then looked around. “Ma! When’s the food going to be ready. You said 1!”

“You know that means 3. Don’t get brand new in front of Chris.” You smirked.

               The spread of food was glorious. A beautiful turkey, a delicious ham from Honeybaked Ham cause no one had perfected the art of making a good ham, a huge pan of cornbread dressing collectively called dressing, two pans of Macaroni and Cheese cause one pan never survived your family’s greedy hands, turnips, collard greens and cabbages, cornbread muffins, hoe cakes, yams with marshmallow topping (your Auntie’s one and only dish that tasted okay), and a plate of various pieces of fried chicken. But none of this would be complete without your mother’s potato salad.

It was a feast to end all feasts. A dinner you dreamed about. You would have cried if it wouldn’t have made you look crazy. Chris held two thick paper plates, one for him and one for you, while you held Cam who you were never going to give back. You patted the baby’s back, he had just had a bottle full of milk thickened with a little baby rice, a special treat for Thanksgiving (it was your grandma’s idea).

“Come on little Cam, burp. Chris, more dressing. That’s not enough. It’s gotta be nearly half the plate. And you gotta put the cranberry sauce on top.” You said.  It was comical to watch Chris hold his plate, your plate, and also try to ladle dressing onto a plate.

“Here.” You chuckled holding out Cam. “You hold my new baby. And I’ll make our food.”

“No, wait. I need to ask your sister if I can hold him first.” He said looking around for Falen.

“It’s fine, you won’t drop him cause if you do I’ll kill you.” You smirked at him.

“I need to wash my hands.”

You rolled your eyes, “Now who’s acting like a nut.” You took one plate from him then the other sitting them down and then walked into his personal space. He opened up for you almost cradling you and Cam.

“Now I know you have held a baby before, so don’t freak out now.” You handed him off to Chris and he instantly held the Camden in his arms, supporting him as Cam settled in the crook of his neck. You looked at the sight, your man holding a little brown boy, and you could almost imagine that Camden was your baby.

Your stomach flip flopped, and you gnawed down on your lip at the sight.

Chris smirked, knowing exactly what was on your mind. “Make the food.”

“I am. I am.” You chuckled, not daring to look at any of your family members.

“Ohhhhh, we’re making plates now. Okay, Y’n!” Julie, your Aunt’s daughter called out, making you chuckle in embarrassment.

Making plates had a lot of connotations in black families. It all but signaled that Chris was your man and you were totally subservient to him.

“You want some yams baby?” You said putting on a sickly-sweet voice to amuse your family members.

The room filled with Awws and whipping noises at your question. You turned and found Chris’s face red, but he was still patting Cam’s back like you had been doing.

“He didn’t burp yet?” You asked.

“Not yet, I don’t think.”

“Mm. We probably need to get you a burping towel. It might be-“

The wet burping noise stopped your sentence stopped you in your tracks, making you look up at your man who was looking down at Cam, who was looking quite satisfied at the burp he had just let out and the off white spit up stain he left on Chris’ shirt.

“Oh no babe.” You laughed a little.

“He spit up a little.” He said, a little amusement in his voice.

“Yeah. Good job baby boy.” You rubbed Cam’s back.

“Oh nooo. I’m so sorry Chris.” Falen came over easing Cam out of Chris’s arms, which made him a little agitated. “I can pay for dry cleaning.” She frowned a little.

“No. No. No. It’s fine. It’s just a little spit up. No need for all of that.” He laughed.

“Well Y’N, at least go try to clean it up.” You mom said. “We have tide pens and stuff in the upstairs guest bathroom.”

Your mouth opened up, jaw hanging a little, “But my food! It’s gonna get cold.”

Your mother put her hands on her hips, “Well yeah it is, cause you’re sitting here back talking me instead of getting your behind up those stairs and cleaning his shirt. Now go.”

“Yes mam.” You put the plates down on a slightly clear space on the table and grabbed Chris’s hand. “Come on Chris.”

--

Chris sat on the edge of the tub and watched you as you washed Cam’s spit up out of his shirt.

“Dang it Cam. Now my food is getting cold.” You muttered.

“You’re calmer.” He commented.

You looked over at him. He was only wearing his pants, a tank top, his pendant necklace hanging off his neck. He looked…really good.

“Yeah. It’s been a good day.” You nodded, putting more hand soap on his sweater. “Are you having fun?” You looked over at him, hoping that he would say yes even if he didn’t mean it.

“A blast honestly. Your family is so warm, and inviting. So funny. And I love how they love you.” He hitched his pants up and stood, walking over you and standing behind you in the mirror. You looked at his reflection, his shirt momentarily forgotten.

“But you know what I love even more?”

You smiled, “Me.”

He grinned too, kissing the top of your head, “…Your mom’s potato salad.”

You turned around and smacked his chest with a wet hand making a loud noise.

“What it’s so good. Oh my god. Get that recipe.” He chuckled and pulled you close to him wrapping his arms around you. You looked up at him, kissing his chin. “No, seriously. I love how bright you’re smiling. How happy you are to be home. How relaxed you are. That accent you have slipped back into.”

“I did not.”

“Oh yes you did.” He smirked. “But I love how you, you are right here in this house. …I would give up every thanksgiving to see you be this relaxed.”

“I love you Chris.” You said quietly.

“I love you. So much.”

               And then he kissed you.

And you wished you could say that kiss lasted forever, or went on and on but of course-

Knock, Knock.

“Yn, Mama said no fornication in her Christian household.” Cassie shouted.

               And you both laughed.

   Epilogue

               You placed Cam down on your Mother’s bed, patting his back and kissing his head.

“He’s an angel. Ugh, we’re going to be here tomorrow and you better be here.” You said to Falen pointing at straight index finger at her.

“I will be. I’m not letting yall eat up all the leftovers.” She rolled her eyes and then smiled at Chris. “You did really good with Camden today Chris.”

“He’s a sweet baby. I did nothing.” Chris shrugged.

“So…planning to have some of your own?”

“Oh kay, we’re leaving now. Tell mom I see her tomorrow and Cassie I will see her tomorrow and to eat a dick.” You gripped Chris’ hand pulling him to the coat closet, allowing him to help you into your coat, and helping him smooth out his jacket.

“Goodnight everyone!” He called out, earning many well wishes as he walked out.

“Oh shit.”

You walked out of the door, focusing on closing the door after yourself. “What’s wrong, is there a big dog out her or-“ You looked up and almost laughed.

Damien, your ex-boyfriend the Falcon football player was standing in front of you two. A bag in one hand and a smile on his face.

“Oh shit, Damien. I can’t believe you’re here!” You passed Chris, hugging Damien.

“Oh yeah. I always come out to your mom’s house after the games. Can’t pass up on the potato salad.” He smiled, sharing a laugh with you and then smiling at Chris. “So this is the dude. Nice to meet you man. I love Captain America.”

Chris shook off the shock, and stuck out his hand, shaking with Damien. “Thank you. And you’re a great football player.”

“Thank you man. Yall need to come out to a game. I’m always offering your girl here tickets but she says you’re a Patriot fan.”

“Oh yeah, gotta go with the home team.”

“Respect man.”

               Chris and Damien talked for another couple of minutes before Damien excused himself into the house. Chris looked at you, shock written on his face.

You smirked, “You thought I was bullshitting you didn’t you?”

Chris shook his head, taking your hand and walking towards the rental car. “When we get home, I’m throwing that piece of tin out of the window and you’re changing your email.”

You smirked.

“Jealous.”

[haloud]

things we could burn in one go (eminence) - chapter 11

also on ao3

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Isabel Evans & Max Evans & Michael Guerin, Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Forrest Long/Alex Manes Additional Tags: post-s2, Canon Compliant, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Starts Forlex Ends Malex, Other Characters May Appear, Tags Subject to Update, Mutual Pining, Breaking Up, Getting Together

Chapter Summary: Jones lets Michael in on a secret.

Excerpt:

He took a step back, but the symbols he’d touched continued to glow, burning into the surface of the pod. They pulsed, gold and fiery, for several seconds, before dimming, the colors of the pod pausing, like it was holding its breath.

Then it flickered; Michael yelled in shock as the symbols lifted from the surface, shimmering and gold and shaping themselves into a familiar-unfamiliar form.

A young woman, hair pulled back severely, wearing a stark-white uniform—at least, it looked like a uniform, almost like scrubs—looked down at Michael. The corners of her mouth turned down, a line formed between her brows that Michael saw most days in the mirror, but her eyes gleamed with some other, indefinable emotion.

Michael couldn’t breathe.

 Thursday, 8:30 am

Wiping his hand across his forehead, Michael squinted down into the guts of the Acura that was his latest patient. An easy fix, the job should have been done half an hour ago, but Michael’s mind wandered mercilessly, pulling his eyes to empty space, turning his thoughts to white noise worse than the static on Sanders’s busted radio blaring out oldies from the office. With a final jerk of his wrench, he declared the Acura done and dropped the hood, pacing over to his water and taking a swig. The water did little to cool him off; he paced back to the next car of the day, popped it open, and immediately slammed it shut again with a frustrated sigh.

Fuck, he’d barely been here an hour; he had a backlog a dozen deep or more; what the fuck was wrong with him?

No breeze disturbed the air or lifted the heat, already heavy on the skin even in the early morning. On a normal day, Michael worked methodically in the peace, savoring the solitude, time slipping away under the satisfaction of skill applied and challenge met. No matter how much Sanders griped, Michael always got the job done and the customer satisfied, keeping the lights on, no matter how old and dusty they might be. But today, Michael couldn’t reach that meditative place; his skin crawled in the silence, and his teeth grit at every sound.

Walk. He needed to—walk, exercise off some of this nervous energy. He’d been cooped up after Jones, too long, his feet restless, buzzing all in his veins. It was too early for him to take a break without catching shit from Sanders, but he’d live; Michael would work late, maybe, after the strategy meeting, however long it took, to make up for it. Right now, he couldn’t stay, penned in by the junkyard fence, rattling around in it like a caged dog.

A mile in, Michael realized he had a direction. The buzzing inside him tuned to a frequency, and he followed it, a call sense-familiar, a call like the one that bound him to Max and Isobel and them to their pods, a full-body variation on the sensation of touching alien tech.

Shading his eyes, Michael pulled out his phone and dialed Isobel—nothing. No signal. Of course. With no way to know if this call resonated in Max and Isobel too, he couldn’t do anything but continue on into the desert, following a familiar heading. On foot, it might take hours. It might mean everyone coming to meet him and him not being there, everyone panicking, Alex, panicking. Could he really do that to them again? Reckless, irresponsible, selfish—but none of those thoughts penetrated past the ineffable signal, and Michael walked, to the source of it, the origin.

The cave, at least, dewed cool and refreshing, sheltered from the sun and sand. Michael’s lungs thanked it too, a sanctuary from the hot late morning filling them every step of his trek. Once inside, it was only a short distance to the pod chamber, where Michael stopped.

What the fuck? Like coming out of a trance, Michael whirled around to see the way he came, no memory of it but the body-memory of aching feet.

Nothing there. The pods shimmered on. They had no answers; they weren’t even asking him why he was there, though he asked them. Silence.

Michael crossed the cave and stood in the center of the triad. First, he touched the pod that held Isobel for their new life and held her against death, running his fingers along the cool, frictionless surface. Next, he caressed Max’s pod, and finally, he stood in front of his own, if he could call it a possession, and slid his hands into his pockets.

“Well, I’m here,” he said aloud. “What, did you need something? Spit it out.” He snorted.

“Michael?”

He flinched at the sudden noise, but turned on his heel as his mind caught up with his instinct.

“Max!” he called back. “Dude, what the fuck are we doing out here? Have you talked to Isobel—”

The entrance to the pod cave was short, barely a crevice in the rock that held this chamber, unlike the deeper mines and systems that dotted these hills. Sound traveled fast from the entrance, and so did feet.

It wasn’t Max.

“Michael,” Jones said solemnly, with a shake of his head and a cluck of his tongue. “It disappoints me to have to call you out like this. I thought, after the conviction you showed last time, that you’d return for another lesson.”

“Jones,” Michael replied, taking a step back.

“We could have walked here together; I have plenty of stories to tell to pass the time.”

“Why did we have to walk here at all?” Michael demanded.

“You may have experienced the joys of traversal, but it isn’t something to be done lightly. It takes a great deal of energy and mental focus and fortitude—”

“I’m not talking about walking,” Michael snapped, “I’m talking about here. Why am I here? Why are you here?”

“Well, call me curious,” Jones replied pleasantly, folding his hands behind his back as he began to circle the trio of pods. “I had such a small sample of the woman’s handiwork to study during my confinement, I had to see her stasis pods for myself. The craftsmanship is truly remarkable. Truly remarkable.”

He gave Max’s pod a condescending pat. Michael clenched his fists.

“Most pods have a tendency to decay or have a decaying effect on their inhabitants.” Jones continued his circuit of the pods, passing Isobel’s. Michael stepped to the side so they circled each other, unwilling to let him too close. “But the timed release on these specimens taught them to ration their energy, and here they are, close to a century after crash-landing. Remarkable.”

“Are you telling me my mother built our pods herself?”

“Built, engineered, programmed, grew…” Jones waved a hand. “All of the above. Don’t be so limited in your thinking; you know better than that.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Don’t I? I thought we were getting to know each other quite well. How has Max been lately?”

“Shut up,” Michael snarled.

Jones chuckled. “That’s no way to speak. I didn’t come just to monologue; I came to give you a gift.”

He stopped beside Michael’s pod, and Michael stopped when he did. The entrance to the cave was at Michael’s back; he should cut and run from this vantage and let Jones do whatever he wanted with the pods—but in the middle of the desert, where was he supposed to go? His phone still had no signal, and there was nothing for miles. It would be child’s play for Jones to catch him. Or Jones would wait until Michael was home, until he thought he was safe, and crawl inside his mind to pull him out again. Was anywhere safe? Could Michael be trusted now, or was Jones inside him, somewhere beneath his skin, a trigger buried beneath Michael’s jumbled memories of that day waiting to be tripped?

“When I first came to make my observations, something clever caught my eye.”

Laying a hand on the surface of the pod, Jones’s eyes gleamed as a symbol drew itself beneath his touch, the familiar three-pronged alien sigil.

“It was on the door to your cave,” Michael said. “We’ve seen it our whole lives. You know what it means?”

“Of course. But that can wait. Come closer.”

Michael stalked a few feet, still keeping a wide berth. As he approached, one side of the symbol burned brighter, a circle with a bold, askew cross within. Jones touched a few more symbols in sequence as they rose to the surface.

“If you had persevered through your ordeal instead of running straight to Max, you would be able to read this,” Jones said idly.

“That’s a funny way of saying ‘gee, Michael, sorry for the attempted murder.’”

“Apologize?” Jones still didn’t look at him, face impassive, barely a flicker of irritation passing across it. If Michael didn’t know Max so well, he would know nothing about this man at all. “What good is an apology? I told you before—pain is an excellent teacher. Of course, there are those who disagree.”

He took a step back, but the symbols he’d touched continued to glow, burning into the surface of the pod. They pulsed, gold and fiery, for several seconds, before dimming, the colors of the pod pausing, like it was holding its breath.

Then it flickered; Michael yelled in shock as the symbols lifted from the surface, shimmering and gold and shaping themselves into a familiar-unfamiliar form.

A young woman, hair pulled back severely, wearing a stark-white uniform—at least, it looked like a uniform, almost like scrubs—looked down at Michael. The corners of her mouth turned down, a line formed between her brows that Michael saw most days in the mirror, but her eyes gleamed with some other, indefinable emotion.

Michael couldn’t breathe.

“I hope you never hear this, darling,” Nora said. Or—she didn’t speak, but Michael heard her all the same.

She said, “I hope the journey goes smoothly and we land softly in a new life, and my attempts to find some kind of goodbye can just be deleted like a bad dream. But I’ve been having a lot of bad dreams, baby, and I can’t let this go without a contingency.” She huffed a short sigh. “So here I am.

“You’re sleeping in your room right now. You know its your last night in your little bed, but I’m not sure it’s sunk in exactly what that means. Is it wrong that I’m glad for it? I don’t want you to be afraid. I never want that.

“But if you’re seeing this, it means I’ve likely already failed on that front, so what is there to say except I’m sorry? I’m so sorry, baby, if you’re seeing this. I love you so, so much, and I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you without holding you in my arms—these words, these feelings, they aren’t enough. Nothing I say could be enough. But baby, just know that you are the only thing in my heart. Your brilliant mind, your big heart, you are so wonderful, and having you in my life has been my life’s greatest blessing. No matter what, I know you’re out there—even if the worst comes to pass, even if you’re out there alone, even if you come to hate me for abandoning you, any word with you in it is worth saving, no matter what else has been destroyed.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, my son. I’ll love you even more tomorrow, for every day we’re together and every day we’re apart. Goodbye, and goodnight.”

Nora’s form reduced to gold once more, sinking back into the pod, and the silence that followed sucked everything in with it, sucked the air straight from Michael’s lungs. The whole world blurred behind his eyes, his left hand clawing over his chest, over his racing heart, his mouth working to find the words, words his mother hadn’t even known in the much more primal language of thought and emotion sown softly directly into his mind.

He'd felt, all these things, all those emotions she spoke of, hand to hand, through the grime and glass, condensed into one split-second, the atom before the bomb. The love, she’d poured it into him, a vessel too cracked and flawed to hold it. Would having words put to it help him understand? Lyrics to the harmony and melody?

“Touching,” Jones murmured.

“Shut the fuck up,” Michael said, voice cracked to pieces.

“What? I mean it. A mother’s love. No force like it in the world, wouldn’t you say?”

Jones began to circle again, approaching Michael.

“That love brought you here across the stars. Would you like to thank her? Or condemn her? She left you the burdens you bear, after all.”

“It’s not her fault the military locked her up and tortured her!” Michael shouted, a boom to his voice that shook the cave around them, shedding dust like the old days, when Michael’s rage moved furniture and shook art from the walls and moved minds to thoughts of hellfire.

“You really don’t hold a grudge? Not even in the slightest?”

“Why do you care? You hated her, right? Because she got one over on you, she got Max away from you. And she outsmarted you again here on Earth.”

At that, Jones sighed. He took a step closer, and this time Michael stood his ground, his mother-made pod at his back. Jones’s eyes shone glassy in the low, shifting light.

“Thank you, Michael, for that eloquent declaration of your loyalties. I’m disappointed in you, but it does uncomplicate things.”

He flicked his hand and Michael flew across the cave, head slamming sickly into the wall, like Michael had flung Jones when he fled from him the last time. As the world swam and a hot trickle wound down the back of Michael’s neck, Jones approached leisurely.

“See, for a sec, I thought the soft approach was working on you, Michael. I thought my charm was still good, even after all these years. You want to learn. You want the knowledge, the understanding. You want to stand in the light of the truth. Don’t you?”

Michael spat, and Jones ground him a few feet up the wall, his back scraping stone inch by jagged inch.

“So loyal. So dedicated. There is so damn much of that woman in you, no matter what kind of taint this rat-hole planet has left you with, human.”

The word oozed off his tongue like a slur.

A sneer on his face, Jones continued, “I hope it gives you solace while it can. I know it has a certain soothing effect on my own guilty conscience.”

“You’re fucking insane!” Michael gasped out. He flung his mind at every loose object around him, but nothing budged, his powers weak and fickle and inadequate.

In rage, they’d never failed him. But beneath his placid face, in Jones was something stronger than Michael, stronger than rage. But not stronger than Michael’s mother; not stronger than Nora Truman; not stronger than her by any other name she may have claimed in languages Michael would never speak.

Jones wasn’t stronger than her. So Michael would find a way. She sacrificed too much for him to give up now.

“Even on this life-forsaken psych-dumb wasteland planet, you have to understand that there are crimes and there are punishments,” Jones seethed. His composure was cracking, the man they’d first met in that cave pushing through the veneer he’d constructed over the months he’d been among them. He didn’t wait for Michael to respond, ranting on, “She stole from me. Ran from me, a fucking pirate! She stole my healer! My people! My heir. She had no right! And, not content in her flagrant audacity, she put me in a fucking hole in the ground! There are crimes and punishments. But she is beyond me now.”

Michael’s back lifted from the wall and slammed down again. He groaned as his vision went gray and his stomach heaved.

“She got what was coming to her. A fitting enough end, destroyed by the world she thought would hide her. But how can I be satisfied without a little vengeance of my own? Now that I’ve seen her message, my path at last is clear. You’ll do.”

The invisible iron bars pinning Michael six feet in the air disappeared, and he slumped to the hard-packed floor, air sawing through his chest, ribs screaming with every wheeze.

“Wouldn’t she be proud to see you now,” Jones murmured, and everything went dark.

When Michael came to, the world swam dim and gold into view, and squinting and wincing it took him a full minute to absorb his surroundings. He was slumped on the ground beneath the ladder of his workshop. Every bone and muscle ached; every breath seared inside him and ached its way back out.

“Michael! There you are. For a moment I was afraid in my excitement you’d gotten a little ahead of me,” Jones cried jubilant from across the room.

Staggering to his knees, Michael groaned, “Don’t fucking touch—how do you even—know this—”

“Either I plucked it out of your ripe mind when you offered it to me or I know someone who knows you,” Jones said. Something clanked as he tossed it. “Believe whichever, it doesn’t matter to me.”

He flung the tarp from Michael’s worktable, baring the console skeleton before his greedy eyes.

“This—” He laughed. “You truly are a marvel, you stupid boy. What I wouldn’t give for time and space to study you. Mold you. It’s almost a pity.”

“If Max is what you want, he’ll never forgive you if you kill me,” Michael slurred.

“Max is a piece of the puzzle. One piece,” Jones said. “And there have to be three. Or hasn’t anyone told you?”

Jones whirled away and went back to rifling through Michael’s papers, muttering to himself. Inching a little more upright, Michael craned his neck to look at the opening to the bunker, thrown wide, sunlight streaming down. He blinked in the sunlight piercing his pounding head, frantically trying to calculate the time. How close were they to crossing paths with everyone? Had Michael’s stupid wandering called the fox right in? Alex, Isobel, Max, Maria—

“I know, I know, no time to waste,” Jones said. “As entertaining as your little drawings are. We have things to be getting on with.”

With one hand, he seized the console, and with the other, he seized Michael, seized each of his organs in brutal turn, Michael sputtering and choking, writhing for relief that wouldn’t come, a beetle crushed beneath a boot.

“Let’s go somewhere we won’t be interrupted.”

[sylvie-writes]

It’s Okay!

Request: hi! could you do the reader noticing chris is experiencing some anxiety when at a family/friends gathering and they leave early and she comforts him 🥺 - anon

Hi darling anon! I’m soooo sorry this took kinda long, i’ve been swamped and haven’t felt inspired to write. I love your request so much and I hope I did it some justice!

Disclaimer:  I’m writing this while doing some work so the words in this aren't really impressive lol.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Enjoy! <3

Today, your parents had invited you and Chris over for lunch. 

It was also the first time your parents would get to meet your boyfriend.

So, here you both were, sitting in your parents driveway.

From the start you could already tell Chris was nervous and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, you placed your hand on his thigh and leaned to kiss the corner of his lips. 

Slowly, you sat back in your seat, a visibly relaxed Chris now smiling back at you.

“Don’t worry, love. My parents aren’t as intimidating as moi!”

A small chuckle left his lips, and you were glad you could give him a bit of comedic relief. 

Chris rounded the car to take the fresh bowl of salad from your lap.

Your parents didn’t expect you to bring any food, but you did anyway.

One hand held the salad, while Chris’s other hand held your waist.

Just a few short steps from the car to the front door, seemed to frighten the man standing beside you.

To the average person, Chris looked completely mellow at the moment, but knowing him, you knew his anxiety was getting the best of him. 

Andddd the way his hand was involuntarily digging into your side, right where your waist and hip met. 

“Chris, honey, I know you don’t realize but your hand is clawed into my hip. If you hold on any longer, I might go down a size in pants!” 

He immediately snapped out of whatever thought was in his head and quickly retracted his hand. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry (y/n), I’m just really-”

You grabbed the hand he pulled away and reassuringly kissed his knuckles.

“You’re nervous, I know darling.” 

Immediately after you knocked, your mother answered and ushered you both in. 

She hugged you and then Chris, giving you both a warm welcome easing the man’s nerves just the slightest. 

Your father came up and made small conversation with Chris, not grilling him per say, but asking him a few questions as any father would.

If only Chris knew that your dad wasn’t just a tough guy, and if he got to know your dad, the two would share many jokes having the same personality. 

Unfortunately for Chris, his anxiety stepped in and didn't allow him to truly enjoy the lunch. 

Sitting at the table, you could see Chris was somewhere else and not here, as he stared into the void that was his salad.

Yes, he was functioning and eating the salad, but his bouncing leg said otherwise.

Chris was normally a chatterbox, and his silence confirmed your suspicions.

You look a your parents and gave them an apologetic smile, to which they gave you and understand  nod, silently signaling that it was okay for you both the leave. 

Thank the heavens your parents were understanding. 

The two of them both knew Chris had anxiety, and knew he was trying his best to function for them. 

It was a lot of pressure, that no one person could handle alone.

Your dad gave the man leeway since he had been in Chris’ shoes once. 

After all, a dinner with your love’s parents is pretty nerve-wrecking since first impressions are always the ones that leave an everlasting mark. 

Your mother, also understood that Chris was trying his damndest. 

She knew that he was sincere in his actions, and wanted the best for you.

Apparently, at the lunch, your mother had even made a bet with your father that Chris was gonna be the one for you.

In the end, it was clearly proven that Chris loved you more than words can describe as he was willing working through his nerves just to try and impress your parents.

In all honesty, from what you had told your parents about Chris, they didn’t need to see much more to know that he was a sweet guy. 

Sure, the lunch didn’t go exactly planned, but that’s what life is about. Surprises. And if you really want something, you will work through those “surprises”.

That’s what you love about Chris. 

Having him by your side, even if something doesn't go as planned, the two of you get through it together and in the end, you find something a lot better. 

And this time, the light at the end of the tunnel was that you got to spend time with your boyfriend.

The minute Chris pulled out of the drive, he started talking a mile a minute, words spewing out of his mouth.

You always brought comfort to Chris, but at this moment you couldn’t help him if you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Sweetheart, I can’t understand a word you are saying!”

He took a deep breath before beginning to talk, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Ashamed, he couldn't even look at you.

“I ruined it, (y/n). Your parents will think I’m a total douche who can’t get his shit together! Oh please don’t leave me, honey. God damnit, I wanna marry you one day! But now that-”

His rambling was ceased when you stopped his hand that was shaking on the steering wheel.

“Christopher Evans. You listen to me and listen well.”

“I would never ever leave you, especially over something like this! I hate to break it to you, but my parents do love you. They understand!”

The man turned to look at you, utterly confused. He was fully convince that he had effed things up with you and your parents.

A smile grew on his face, and you continued to talk, shyly asking if he was being serious about the information he had just disclosed. 

“Is it true that you want to marry me?”

Just the thought of being married made your heart swell and you were sure it had fluttered in the abyss already. 

“Of course I do, darling. You are just so sweet, and you have such patience for me. There’s nothing to love about you and I’d be a fool to ever let you walk away.”

You launched yourself across the console, immediately hugging the man and crying happy tears into his neck. 

Chris laid his lips on the top of your head, pressing a loving kiss to the locks of your hair.

“Enough of this depressing talk, lets go get some stuff to make dinner. How about spaghetti!”

You sat back in your chair as Chris turned out of the coffee shop parking lot, his free hand holding yours.

The sound of spaghetti for dinner was inviting and you happily agreed.

“How about we invite your parents? I wanna do it right this time.”

It broke your heart to see him so anxious earlier, but he was adamant about impressing your parents and swore that after your talk, he felt a lot better about the situation. 

So you allowed him his second chance.

And lets just say, a few hours had changed Chris and that night he was comfortable with your parents as if they were his own. Making jokes with your dad, exchanging life experiences with your mom, and loving on your precious dog.

The sight of your parents smiling with your boyfriend was all that you’ve ever wanted to see.

Chris caught your blissful stare, and sent a bright smile your way, a twinkle in his eyes, making your stomach feel butterflies with the love you had for that man. 

And just a few years later, Chris kept his promise, marrying you and bringing up this very story at the wedding dinner. 

[keanureevesisbae]

Mister Cavill, your dog is kinda fat - Chapter 18

Summary: Veterinarian Olivia Tran has zero time for bullshit. After becoming a mom at age twenty three, the one thing she wants is a good life for her daughter Vanessa. Her ex didn’t want anything to do with her nor the baby and she decided that man are officially banned out of her life. But then she meets Henry Cavill at her clinic and her ban slowly starts to crumble apart. Henry on the other hand is looking for one thing: a family. And when he meets Olivia Tran, he finds just that.

Henry Cavill x Olivia Tran (ofc)

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: It’s a bit of a shorter chapter, but very important for the story 🤗Also, I’m writing a little something something for Chris Evans and if you are interested and want to, please check it out 🤗💕

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Being 25 weeks pregnant is no piece of cake and I forgot how much I dislike it, especially in this heat. I’m nothing but a sulking mess in front of the air conditioning. When I was pregnant with Vanessa, poor Belle didn’t know what hit her and every time I was in a grumpy mood (which was daily), she had to deal with that. Now Henry and Vanessa are in this together, but they somehow continue to be the sweetest. I have mad ass respect for them, because I know that I’m in no better mood than I was during my first pregnancy if not worse. This baby likes to play football with my bladder.

Today we are having an ultrasound that will determine the gender of the baby. We were supposed to find out three weeks ago, but since the power was out at the maternity clinic, we couldn’t use the ultrasound machine, only an old piece of crap, that did determine that the baby’s heart was okay.

Vanessa walks out of the kitchen with a big smile on her face. ‘Mommy, we have pancakes.’

‘That’s great, sweetheart,’ I say from the couch.

School starts in two weeks and though I love that girl with all my heart, I’m happy that she is going back to school again, so we can have a certain routine in place again. My maternity leave starts in a month and I can’t wait for that to start.

I try to get up from the couch, but I can only let out a huff. I mean, I could get up by myself, but it’ll cost me too much energy. ‘Sweetheart, could you get your dad for me, please?’

Vanessa chuckles, because she always likes it when her dad helps me out. He is setting an excellent example for her and I hope that it will be moments like these she’ll remember once she will date herself. ‘I will, wait here, mommy.’

She skips to the kitchen, while Kal places his head on my knee. ‘I know, baby,’ I say to him. ‘We have fifteen more weeks to go, until you have another baby sister.’

‘Does my lovely queen need a little help getting up?’ Henry asks, who walks into the living room with a big smile on his face. Ever since we found out I was pregnant, there was an instant switch in his behavior. He has always been sweet and thoughtful, but nowadays he shows what he has been doing the past months that I have known him, it was only twenty five percent of his love.

I can’t carry groceries anymore, I can’t clean up the house anymore, because of the chemicals and the hard work (something that you won’t hear me complain about and I really hope this continues after I give birth and years beyond) and he literally does anything I ask him to.

Around a week ago I was thinking out loud with Vanessa what kind of snack I wanted and he rushed to the kitchen to get it for me. When we are in bed, he cuddles up with me from behind and places his hand on my bump. Our bed is the only place where he doesn’t ask me permission for touching it, which on its own is adorable. Whenever we are out of the bedroom, meaning downstairs, at his parents, in the mall, you name it, he’ll hover his hand over my stomach, before he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

Every single time.

He is so sweet and so loving and I can’t believe that I went from an asshole like Wesley to a lovely man like Henry.

I hold out my hands for Henry and he pulls me up, before pressing a kiss on my forehead. ‘My little grumpy lady,’ he chuckles.

I scoff. ‘I’m not grumpy,’ I retort.

‘You are, mommy.’ Vanessa grabs my hand and says: ‘But that’s okay. You are growing a baby in your belly.’

Vanessa has been nothing but understanding and I love her with my entire heart for it. However, though it’s true, I refuse to believe that I’m grumpy, because I feel like I was on my best behavior today. ‘When exactly was I grumpy?’

‘This morning,’ she answers. ‘You yelled at daddy for giving you tap water instead of the one from the bottle. You stomped your feet when you found out he ate the last cookie. You cried when you saw that he gave you the wrong socks.’

‘Oh,’ I mumble, already forgotten that I actually done all of that this morning. Oh poor Henry. ‘I have been mean to daddy quite a bit, haven’t I?’

She nods.

‘Have I been mean to you?’

Thankfully she shakes her head, though I feel like she only says that to spare my feelings.

‘Good,’ I chuckle. ‘Do you think I should apologize to dad?’

‘You should, but remember, he will always love you.’

That shouldn’t make you cry, Olivia, so please don’t do that! I look up to my handsome and loving boyfriend Henry and say: ‘I’m sorry.’

He starts to laugh, before he shakes his head. ‘That’s okay, my love. You can’t help it.’

We walk to the dining room and once we’re seated, we start to eat the pancakes and they are really good. ‘Are you guys ready for today?’ I ask them.

Vanessa starts to nod. ‘I am. I really want a sister.’

‘You do?’ Henry asks. ‘And when we find out it’s a boy, what are you going to do then?’

Though Henry pretends he doesn’t understand parenting and is in awe with how I raise Vanessa, he caught on so quickly, asking her those deep questions. He tells me that we should raise all our future kids just like this, causing me to reassure him that we are definitely doing that to an extent, because I have a feeling that I found the perfect parenting style for me. Again to an extent again.

‘I’ll love him no matter what,’ Vanessa answers. ‘It’s just that I get girls better.’ That’s so deep. ‘Boys in my class are dirty.’

I snort. ‘Boys are dirty, I totally agree.’

‘Excuse me?’ Henry says, with a raised eyebrow. ‘I’m a boy and am I dirty?’

‘I was going to add that all boys are dirty, except for the Cavill guys, had you let me finish.’

He smiles, holding my hand on the table. ‘That’s better.’

Vanessa scrunches up her nose. ‘I think uncle Piers is pretty dirty. His farts smell really bad.’

Now Henry can’t stop the laugh. ‘You are totally right, my sunshine.’ He looks from Vanessa, to me, back to Vanessa, back to me, all with a loving smile on his face.

‘Mommy, daddy’s been acting weird.’

I nod. ‘I know, he is probably thinking to himself how he got so lucky that he got not only me, but also you and also this baby.’

‘How did you know?’ Henry asks, honestly in shock.

‘I know everything. That comes with being a mom.’

Vanessa agrees. ‘My mommy knows everything.’

‘That’s not true,’ Henry retorts. ‘No one on earth knows everything.’

Vanessa takes a bite of her pancake, thinks about her answer and eventually says: ‘Well, my mommy knows a lot. More than you.’

‘Yeah, sweetheart, you tell him the facts now.’

Henry sighs deeply, before laughing. ‘Always teaming up against me. Let’s hope the new baby agrees with me more often.’

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Because I’m in desperate need for some love from Vanessa, I’m sitting in the back of the car and hold her hand. ‘Together with the terrible mood swings going to the grumpy part of my feelings, I also have been overly emotional. I cry while watching Winnie the Pooh, the drawings Vanessa makes, make me end up bawling like a baby and sometimes when Henry and I are in bed, I just start to sniffle, simply because he gives me a kiss.

I can’t wait for the pregnancy to be over and to hold our new little baby, hoping that the hormones will normalize a bit.

I look at Henry through the rearview mirror and I can’t hide my smile anymore. I’m so happy right now, it’s disgusting really. When I’m at his mom’s place, we talk about life and she says that though she loves her husband dearly and he was an angel throughout her pregnancies, it’s nothing compared to how Henry is with me.

When we arrived at the maternity clinic, Vanessa sits on Henry’s lap, as she looks around the waiting room. ‘Mommy, how are you feeling?’

‘I’m feeling good, sweetheart.’

‘Are you nervous?’ She resits on his laps and places her hands on my stomach. I hate it when people outside my family touch my stomach, it makes me want to punch then in de face, but when she does it, I feel so loved, I feel so beautiful. Vanessa makes sure that I’m happy and that I feel good about myself. She is an honest angel.

‘I’m not. I’m excited.’

‘Me too.’

We are the next to be called in and Vanessa is sitting on Henry’s knee, as I lay on the examination chair. I pull up my shirt and the doctor squirts some cold gel on my skin. ‘Are we ready to find out whether you get a baby sister or brother?’ I love how the doctor involves Vanessa in this exciting day.

We hear the baby’s heartbeat filling the room and I already get emotional, something that was inevitable, because hearting their heartbeat always makes me cry. I hold onto Henry’s hand and he clears his throat, before he kisses my fingers. ‘Okay, this is the baby’s head,’ the doctor explains, as she points to the screen. She continues to look at the baby and say: ‘This baby looks really strong, so that’s good.’

‘Is it a boy or girl?’ Vanessa asks with a smile.

‘Let’s take a good look at that, shall we?’ With a frown between her brows, she tries to get the best view and eventually she smiles. ‘Well congratulations, Cavill family,’ she says, ‘you are going to add a little girl to the mix.’

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a brief inquiry into online relationships

prologue - chapter i - chapter ii - chapter iii - chapter iv - chapter v - chapter vi - chapter vii - chapter viii - chapter ix - chapter x - chapter xi - chapter xii -chapter xiii - chapter xiv - chapter xv

chapter one

"friends don't lie and it all tastes the same in the dark"

Featuring: Chris Evans, Jaeden Martell, Katherine Langford, Jamie-Lee Curtis, Dodger Evans

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, but if there is, please let me know and I'll add them in!

A/N: Thank you all for reading this series so far! It's getting going now, and I hope you all enjoy this series because I'm really into it and I have it all planned out for each chapter. If anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know by asking through my inbox or my messages! Feedback and comments are always appreciated!

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You sat in your dad's trailer for the rest of that day, scrolling through your phone and looking at random TikToks you would show him later, only to have to explain to him what it meant.  He wasn't too up to date on technology, he didn't even have Instagram you were convinced that he barely knew how to use Twitter. But who were you to judge your dad's lack of technological knowledge? 

-

"Y/N, come on, get up," You groaned as your dad shook you awake, almost rolling you off of the bed. "Y/N." He dragged out. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, shooting a pissed off glare at your dad. Chris chuckled and shook his head.

"What the fuck is going on? It's like," You paused to check your phone for the time, only for your face to fall as you saw that you had been asleep for the past 6 hours, meaning it was 9pm. "Alright, nevermind." You mumbled.

"C'mon, I told Jaeden you would be meeting him at 9:30 so you could hang out with him," Chris said, ushering you to sit up and get out of the bed. "Go and brush your hair, you look like you were dragged through a bush, honey."

"Wow, thank you for the compliment, do you ever wonder why you don't have a girlfriend?" You asked him, standing up and walking into the bathroom and brushing your hair. Chris laughed and shook his head, fixing the bed up from where you had been sleeping.

"Because I'm so goddamn good looking that no one wants to be with me because they'd be upstaged?" Chris said, leaning against the door frame where you were standing. You laughed as you put the hairbrush down.

"If that helps you sleep at night, you can believe that all you want. But just remember that there's one person you can never upstage in the beauty department," You pointed at your dad as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, taking it off of charge and sliding it into your pocket. Chris stood waiting, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "It's me. Obviously." You pointed out. Chris nodded and chuckled.

"Ah, you got me there," He admitted. You smiled over at him and then stuck your tongue out at him. "Alright, go, I got stuff to do, have fun, but not too much fun." Chris said, pushing you gently and pointing at you glaringly before he shut the door. The trailer door shut behind you and as you looked out over the lot, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing that any one of the trailers in front of you could be Jaeden's. But, luckily for you, you saw that he was walking towards you. His hands were shoved into his pockets, obviously he wasn't used to the Boston weather patterns and that it was very rarely warm any month after August.

"Cold?" You asked him, getting his attention. Jaeden looked up at you and laughed, nodding.

"I didn't think it would be so freezing, I'm not particularly used to the cold," He said, watching you as you walked down the steps to meet him, a small smile on your face. 

"You get used to it after a while, I mean, it's only October and to be honest it only gets worse from here," You told him as you walked to his trailer, your jacket held close to your body as the wind cut through you like a knife.  "What has my dad told you about me?" You asked him as you entered his trailer. Knowing your dad, he had probably already embarrassed you.

"Nothing bad, all good things, I promise," He said. You smiled over at him as he turned his TV on. "From what your dad said, he told me that your favourite movie's The Lost Boys, and I've never seen it before so I thought we could watch it together." Jaeden said. You giggled and nodded. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I mean, he knew your favourite movie. There was something about Jaeden that just made you feel so comfortable, you felt like you could be yourself around him.

"Yeah, but I'm kind off offended that you've never seen it before," You said. Jaeden laughed and shook his head, looking back over at you as you walked over to the couch, sitting down. "Like come on! It's one of the best 80's movies ever, it's up there with The Blues Brother." You pointed out. Jaeden sat down beside you and pressed play on the movie.

"I haven't seen that either," He said, looking up at you wearily. You let out a huff and shook your head. For someone who was appearing in a lot of movies, his taste appeared to be God awful. "I'm gonna have to spend all of my time showing you some great movies, aren't I?" You asked him. Jaeden nodded and smiled, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

"Would you hate me if I said I haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies?" Your jaw almost fell open as you turned to him, a look of pure shock written on your features. "I just haven't gotten around to it yet." He admitted.

"Haven't gotten around to it yet? They've only been out for like 41 years!" You exclaimed. "I can't believe this, I considered you a man of taste." You feigned offence. 

"Well, I apologize, Y/N," He said, making you laugh. "I promise, once you show me all of the other hundreds of movies you're probably gonna wanna want to show me, we can watch Star Wars."

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The night went well, you finished The Lost Boys and arranged another movie night with Jaeden and said you would watch 'The Blues Brothers' the next time. You didn't go back to the house since it was nearly 2 am by the time you had finished, even though the movie finished at midnight. You had spent the other few hours of the night showing Jaeden pictures and videos of Dodger, and you promised you would bring him to set one day. If you were to be honest, you were the happiest you had been in a while last night. 

"How was it?" Your dad asked, giving you a cup of coffee as you woke up from sleeping on the couch. It was 7 am and you only had about 5 hours of sleep, and you still had to drive home to take Dodger out and give him his breakfast. Chris sat down beside you and put his arm around you, smiling as you groaned and put your head on your dad's shoulder.

"It was good, we watched The Lost Boys, he said you told him that it was my favourite movie," You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed and your face scrunched up. Chris nodded. "How did you know?" You asked him.

"I made the mistake of letting Scott babysit you when you were four, he let you watch it and you were oddly fascinated with it," He told you. "Realistically, you should have been shit scared of it." Chris laughed and remembered the confusion he felt when he saw that you were sitting there watching the movie quite the thing. Scott looked more scared of the movie than you did, and he was way older than you.

"Can I bring Dodger here today? I promised Jaeden that I would let him meet him," You said, putting your shoes on and finishing your coffee. Chris nodded and then grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you're making promises to him?" He said suggestively. You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"I told him he could meet the dog, not marry him, dad. And anyway, we're just friends," You assured your dad. Chris nodded skeptically and hummed, chuckling. Across the lot at the mansion, everyone was beginning to gather. Jaeden was standing with Katherine, feeling oddly nervous for some reason. 

"So what are you trying to say, that you like Chris' daughter?" Katherine asked him. Jaeden sighed and nodded, he felt like an idiot. He had only hung out with you once and he felt like he was head over heels for you, what a fool. Last night was the most fun he had had in a while, and all you did was watch a movie and hang around. 

"Is it that obvious? I saw them bump into each other yesterday and they both had the puppy dog eyes about them," Jamie-Lee piped in. 

"If Chris ever finds out he'll kill me on the spot, I guarantee you that," Jaeden said. Speaking of the devil, Chris came towards them, completing the set. Jaeden's face fell, noticing that you weren't following behind your dad. 

"Where's Y/N?" Jaeden asked Chris. 

"She's gone back to the house to get ready and bring Dodger to set," Chris told him. Jaeden nodded. Back at your house, you had cleaned up and showered, changing from your pyjamas to actual clothes. You then took Dodger a walk before getting him into your car, taking his leash and driving back to the set. You took him to your dad's trailer and waited for them to call break. "Y/N?" Dodger barked and ran to the front door to greet his dad.

"Hey, how's your day going?" You asked your dad. Chris went to the bedroom and sat Dodger on the bed.

"It's going good, but better now my two favourite children are here," Chris said. "Wait, I just noticed that my colour scheme matches Dodger's." He pointed out. You pulled out your phone and videoed them sitting beside each other, their colours matching very ominously well. 

"Wow, you are that fashionable you stole the dog's combo? That's amazing, dad," You said, a sarcastic smile on your face. 

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At lunch, Jaeden had gotten off earlier and asked if you could bring Dodger, and he needed his afternoon run anyway. Waiting in the yard of the mansion, Dodger sat beside you looking up at the ball in the thing you used to throw it for him. 

"Hey," He said, appearing behind you. Jaeden was still dressed in the school uniform, and you couldn't help but laugh. "What?" 

"Nothing, I just didn't take you as the uniform kinda guy," You said. Jaeden snickered and smirked at you with a small shake of his head.

"I'm not, I just can't get changed yet. If I could I would, school uniform's are really uncomfortable," Jaeden said. 

"Tell me about it. I mean, it could be worse, I've been wearing then everyday for the past 10 years," You told him. "Look, Dodger, who's this?" Dodger spun around to say hello to Jaeden, who crouched down and pet your dog, trying his hardest to not get any dog hair on him.

"Hi buddy," Jaeden greeted your dog. "Can I throw his ball for him?" He asked you. You nodded and handed him the ball launcher, watching as he threw the ball for Dodger, who chased after the ball.

"Thanks for last night, by the way," You said. Jaeden smiled at you. "I brought Blues Brother's on DVD for tonight if you're still up for it." You told him.

"Yeah, of course. Who else am I gonna watch all of the supposed 'superior' movies with?" He asked you. You giggled and if your face in your hands. The sound of your laughter made Jaeden's heart soar, he would do anything to hear you laugh like that all the time, it was like music to his ears any time he heard it.  Dodger came back with the ball, dropping it at your feet and sitting back, looking up at you expectantly. "Guess he's looking for this." Jaeden handed you the launcher and you got the ball in the top part.

"Alright Dodge, you ready bubs?" You moved back a few steps before launching the ball halfway across the extensive yard. Jaeden watched you, impression written on his features. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll throw you across the yard like that." You threatened him playfully. 

"You would never," Jaeden challenged you. "You'd have to catch me first." He said.

"You think you can outrun me?" You asked him. He grinned at you before running off from you, running down to where Dodger was. "Jaeden!" You yelled, starting to chase after him. He apparently didn't care that he was supposed to be entirely clean, but there wasn't any rain, so he probably wouldn't get that dirty. You laughed as you chased after him, catching up to him slowly but surely. You didn't see him, but your dad was watching you, a smile on his face at the sight of you seemingly happy. 

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You’re confident that Chris’s family will think you’re a gold digger for being with him at 23, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

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          You had never been as nervous in your life as you were when Chris said he wanted you to meet his family. His entire family. At once. He had met your parents twice, both times helping out around the house, and it was fine. They accepted it – they didn’t care about the fifteen year age gap because they could see how much Chris loved you. And your dad was a Patriots fan so they had an endless amount of things to talk about. But when Chris said it was his turn to host the family Christmas party and he wanted you there, that was when the fear started setting in.

          “Really?” You asked Chris. You were sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, and he was so concerned with his eggs that he didn’t see you freaking out. “Chris…”

          “Why are you so scared of them, bubs? They’re family. And they’ll absolutely love you. You’ve already met Scott and Carly, it’s just Shan and the kids and my parents.” He was trying to make it seem less scary, but it wasn’t working. “They’ll love you.”

          “They’ll think I’m a gold digger or something,” you insisted. He scoffed.

          “You’re not and I know that and they know that. We’ve been together for ten months. If you were going to throw me down the stairs for the insurance money you would’ve done it already. Which, don’t bother. My net worth is much less now that I’m not working for Marvel anymore.” You laughed a little bit, but it didn’t make your concerns just go away.

          “I’m just nervous. What if they hate me? Or what if they pretend to like me and then behind my back they tell you to break up with me and then you do? Or…” Chris stood up from his chair, sighing, and sat down in the chair next to you.

          “They’re going to love you just as much as I do, and that’s not up for discussion.”

          “What have you even said? Have you told them…”

          “I told them you just finished undergrad, yeah, and moved in with me over the summer. I don’t know how you haven’t met them yet, honestly.”

          “Because I know exactly the days that I need to be out of town.” He chuckled.

          “I told them you’re absolutely gorgeous, you love Disney as much as I do, and that Dodger loves you more than he loves me.” That was almost true – as they spoke, Dodger was curled up on her side of the bed in the other room. You couldn’t help but smile a little.

          “You told them I’m pretty?” He scoffed.

          “That’s what you got out of that entire pep talk?” You both laughed and he leaned forward to give you a quick kiss. You didn’t want to let go of him, but he had to leave in a few minutes to go film for his TV series for the last time before the holidays, which was filming in Boston so he at least got to come home at night. “I love you. They will too. Just make those cookies you make and everything will be fine.”

          “Okay.” You didn’t feel much better when he kissed your forehead and grabbed his car keys, going to say goodbye to Dodger before leaving the two of you for the day. He called out that he loved you before he walked out of the house and you sighed. You knew he loved you. You loved him. He’d given you a gorgeous bracelet for your birthday that only he could unlock. It wasn’t permanence that you were afraid of. It was what people thought of it that scared you. You were young, but you were ready to be with him and you were ready to have kids in a couple of years and you were absolutely ready to spend the rest of your life with him. You just didn’t know if that read correctly with other people, especially family.

          You spent most of your paid day off getting the Christmas decorations down and putting them around the house. It was your first Christmas with him, but when you’d been to his house the first time he had left his Christmas decorations up because he just never took them down, so you knew where everything went. And he trusted you. The only thing you didn’t do that day was put the tree full of Disney and family ornaments up because you knew he would absolutely kill you if he couldn’t pick you up to have you put the light-up star on top of the tree.

          Chris, around lunch, added you to a group chat of his siblings and parents. You stayed quiet for the most part except telling them what all the two of you were making, and at least over text they were kind. You didn’t doubt they would be – a man like Chris didn’t come from just any kind of family.

          “Buddy, please,” you begged Dodger sometime around dinner, trying to get a good picture of him so that you and Chris could figure out what bandana to put on him. But he was refusing, always putting his paw up on your shoulder and tilting his head. You couldn’t help but laugh, even though you were slightly frustrated. That was when Chris came home and your plan was completely ruined.

          “You have to give him a rawhide if you’re gonna put clothes on him, he won’t do it for just anything,” Chris explained to you, sitting down beside you in the entryway. He grabbed Dodger’s rawhide bone from where the dog had kicked it into the door frame and gave it to him before holding up the two bandanas.

          “I like the red one,” you said, “He looks good in red.” Chris laughed.

          “Yeah, that’s my favorite one too. Good job, buddy.” He pat Dodger before the two of you put the bandanas back in the box, the one you were going to use on him marked. “So I was thinking, hot chocolate and tree decorating and then we can watch a movie?” He asked you as you were cleaning up from dinner. “I’ll make you my famous hot chocolate.”

          “Sounds good,” you responded. He gave your shoulder a kiss before he started running around the kitchen, making an elaborate recipe you’d never heard of before. But it had cinnamon in it, which made it so much better, and he melted the chocolate on the stove.

          “What should we watch first, Santa Clause or Grinch or… ooh!” You laughed as Chris scrolled through the list of Christmas movies that showed up on the Roku, just letting him pick one. He helped you shove the branches into the fake tree, only because real ones gave him allergies, and you started decorating the bottom half of the tree while he did the top. Not only was he older than you, he was about twice your size.

          “Alright, usually I let Miles or Stella put the top of the tree on, but this year, I’m giving you that honor as part of your inaugural Christmas with the Evans family,” Chris said to you when the rest of the tree was decorated. You hadn’t turned the lights on yet, not ready to see it as a whole until the star was on. The star was the one from his childhood that he had quite literally physically fought his siblings to take. He lifted you on his shoulders and let you put the top on the tree before throwing you onto the couch.

          “I think we’re ready for tomorrow,” he said later that night as he looked at the tree, right before you were going to switch it off before going to bed. “You ready?”

          “I’m nervous, but yeah,” you responded. He smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you.

          “They will love you as much as I do. I promise.” The two of you silenced the family group chat for the night and went to bed, ready for the next day.

          You became more and more nervous as time went on, especially when it came to picking out your outfit. Chris eventually just threw a sweater and a lipstick color at you, telling you that you would look gorgeous whatever you wore. He showed you how to make his hot chocolate, you cut at least a hundred cookies and home-made three icing colors so that the kids could decorate them later, and Scott came over a few hours early to help you finish cleaning up the house. He kept you in lively spirits, telling you embarrassing stories about Chris whenever he left the room.

          “Alright, you ready, bub?” Chris asked later that night as you heard his parents’ SUV pull into the driveway. “Parents first. Kids later. They’re coming from another party so they’ll already be hyped on sugar and they’ll pass out in half an hour.” You wrapped your arms around Chris’s waist, burying your face in his cable knit sweater that reminded you of the one he wore in Knives Out, only this one was a gorgeous burgundy that brought out his blonde eyelashes. He kissed the top of your head as you heard a car door shut and you stood up again, absolutely nervous as hell.

          They were carrying at least two six packs, thank God, and a bottle of wine. They wiped off their snowy boots and rang the doorbell even though they practically lived at the house anyway. Chris walked over to them to let them and they hugged him tightly.

          “Hey, Ma,” Chris said quietly. You knew he was a Mama’s boy and you had to admit that it was one of the things that made your heart beat a million times faster. “Mom, Dad, this is Y/n,” he said as he waved his arm to show you off. You thought they’d shake your hands, but nope. They both pulled you into the same warm bear hug that Chris and Scott gave.

          “You are so gorgeous, oh my goodness,” Chris’s mom said.

          “Aww, thank you!” You said happily, looking over at Chris. “He’s told me so much about you.”

          “Oh, I’m sure he has,” she said, “he’s such a mama’s boy.” You could see Chris blush.

          “Hey! Don’t tell her all of my secrets just yet.”

          “Oh, there are plenty of embarrassing stories. Carly’s got them all written down on her phone,” Scott said to you as he hugged his parents too. Both you and Chris headed to put the drinks up as his parents went to go see Dodger.

          “See, you’re doing great so far. They love you. My mom doesn’t tell just everyone they’re pretty.” Chris came up behind you to get the bottle opener. “You want beer, or you want the hard stuff?”

          “Not yet,” you said.

          “Attagirl. I told you you wouldn’t need a whole bottle of vodka. My parents are nice enough so you’ll only need half a bottle.” You elbowed him and took your beer, the two of you curling up in one of the armchairs in the living room together while his parents took the couch and Scott took the other armchair. You must have talked for an hour before dinner was ready. That went surprisingly well – they didn’t interrogate you about the fact that you were still debating on going to graduate school, they didn’t ask you too many questions about your own family, and they continued to tell you stories about Chris that made you absolutely howl in laughter. You knew he was willing to take whatever jokes anyone said about him as long as they didn’t involve you, and for that you were extremely grateful.

          The next test came when you met his younger sister and her husband, who brought more beer. She hugged you eerily similar to the way that her mom had, and the two of you ended up sneaking some cookies in the kitchen to get away from the fact that Chris and Scott were loudly arguing over a game they’d played a while ago and couldn’t let go of.

          “You seem nervous,” she said to you as you took a topper for the bag of icing and started absentmindedly decorating a Christmas tree on one of them.

          “I mean, I’ve met parents before, but not whole families.” She smiled.

          “There’s a lot of us, I’ll give you that.”

          “I’m trying not to come off as a gold digger.” That made her laugh.

          “If you were going to do that to Chris, he would’ve been dead for the insurance months ago. He’s so annoying that I can’t even believe you’ve lasted this long.”

          “He said the same exact thing!” You said. “He’s gone so much that he makes up for the annoying when he comes back.”

          “Oh, I hear you. Before you came along he would make the rounds after coming home because he didn’t want to be by himself. We would have to push him out the door to get peace and quiet. He’s like one of the kids.”

          “He asked me to build a blanket fort with him the other night, so yeah, I’d say his mental age is about ten.” You both laughed and ate a couple of cookies before Chris’s other sister and the kids showed up. You met them all and they, again, said you were pretty. The kids both told you they loved you and hugged your legs after you gave them candy canes.

          “Hey,” Chris said a couple hours later as you were re-filling your hot chocolate. “So?”

          “I love them,” you responded with a smile. He chuckled.

          “Yeah, they’re pretty easy to love. But so are you.” He took a stray piece of hair that was tangled in your earring and quickly un-tangled it for you, then pulled your hair back. “I love you. And I love that you’re willing to be part of my family.”

          “I love you too,” you said with a smile. He gave you a kiss that tasted like beer and cookies, grabbing your ass. You broke it and laughed. “Chris! There are kids in the next room!” He pulled you back in for another short kiss.

          “I know. That’s why we’re in here.”

          “You’re drunk. Come on.” You grabbed him by the sweater and forced him to go back in the living room with the family. The two of you took residence in the armchair again, your legs across his lap as you downed your third beer of the night. Conversation was coming easier, if only because of the alcohol, and before you knew it you were letting Chris tell stories about how you got together, how he had to take you to the hospital for a concussion you got because you got too excited at a Red Sox game, and how he had to pick you up to get the star on top of the tree because the step-stool was still too short.

          “Christopher!” You chided, punching his arm playfully. He just laughed at you. Your hair got tangled in his beard as he kissed the side of your head and squeezed your thigh.

          “I’m sorry, bub, but that’s just something I have to share.” His whole family laughed and then suddenly it was the middle of the night. The girls grabbed the kids from the guest bedroom where they had been napping, and you watched as Chris got up and said good night to them. Dear God, you couldn’t wait to have his children. They gave him hugs and high-fives and he smuggled them a candy cane before they left. Scott left, too, since he was spending the night with Carly, and suddenly it was just you and Chris and his parents.

          “Coffee, anyone?” Chris asked after he realized that the beer was making you a little tired. “I’m not carrying you up to bed, you’d better wake up.” You rolled your eyes and let him drag you to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. You ended up bringing out mugs for his parents as well, handing them out as they said thank you. You sat back down with Chris and yawned. He rest his coffee in between the two of you, warming up the side of your leg.

          “Dad, did you end up getting that siding on the house up?” Chris asked eventually, just making light conversation about his parents’ house. They were re-doing the entire outside of the house. You listened closely, only mentioning that your parents had recently done the same thing. The coffee wasn’t decaf, but it was making you tired as you listened to Chris’s conversation with his dad. His mom was sipping coffee like it was her job, and ended up going to get a second cup soon after the first.

          “Alright, I think my girl’s tired,” Chris said eventually when he realized you were almost asleep.    

          “No, I’m fine,” you said, grabbing onto his arm. He chuckled.

          “We’d better get going anyway. Your mom decided that we should go look at some trees first thing in the morning,” Chris’s dad said. All four of you stood up, gathering their coats and taking their coffee from them.

          “We absolutely love you,” Chris’s mom said to you. “And you were so good with the kids. They can be pretty rowdy sometimes.”

          “Oh, I know. I have one, remember?” That made her laugh when she realized you were referring to Chris. “Thank you for coming, it was so nice to meet you.”

          “Oh, you’re family now,” Chris’s dad said. “And if you ever need anything just call us. Really. We’d love to have you and Chris over any time.” You smiled and thanked them, watching as they walked back out to the car.

          You and Chris ended up filling the dishwasher and having to hand wash all of the mugs, but he let you clean up the cookies and soon you were just talking with him, sitting on the kitchen island counter, legs dangling in the air because they wouldn’t touch the ground.

          “Still scared?” He asked you.

          “No,” you responded with a smile. A grin came over his face.

          “Good, because you passed with everyone else too.” You took his face in your hands and kissed him, your fingers threading through his hair and touching the stubble on his cheeks. “I love you.”

          “I love you too.” He kissed you again.

          “And you proved you’re not a gold digger, so congrats.” You laughed.

          “If I was going to be a gold digger, I hit the jackpot.”

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you like it too!

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Who the F*** is Chris Evans?

Requested by Anonymous: Reader meets Evans when no cameras are around and he’s had a bad day and is just over everything, reader is unaware and when they meet things do not go well at all. Chris comes off as the biggest a-hole imaginable. Reader is like “I knew that Disney loving shit was bull”, Chris realizes he’s coming off as an entitled prick, catches himself and opens up to reader, who in return opens up to him about her many moods. They bond, friendship, relationship and you can add smut if you want. 😎😬 Thank u

AN: so i have two weeks left of calm at school before final papers begin and final exams kick my fuckin ass so i’m trying to zoom through my drafts and give you guys the best of my writing for the next two weeks before i inevitably start writing less until school ends. end in sight? yeah, april 18 is my last exam, then i’m free for the entire summer, so it’s actually not that bad.

Warnings: language

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MASTERLIST

The road wound endlessly before you; a long stretch of grey ribbon, interrupted by the occasional glance at the fields or the forest. It was torture, really, because you were not one to be able to hold your seat for more than a few minutes, and now you were stuck in the driver’s throne for the next six. Traveling for work used to sound amazing. It really isn’t. 

There’s a half empty water bottle in the cup holder. Various wrappings from the food you stopped to get: Wendy’s, Taco Bell, Tim Hortons. The sun was beating down through the windshield, the hot air billowing in through the open window. 

You saw in the distance a stopped car. Squinting, you could make out someone there, on the phone, the hood of the car wrenched open. 

You hadn’t left your seat in a few hours, so this was your opportunity to wiggle your legs. And you knew a thing or two about cars. Dad taught you well. 

You pulled up behind the car, watching as the person - a man - stopped talking on the phone to glance at you. He was tall and well built, a young man no older than his mid-thirties. He had a beard and dark sunglasses under a baseball cap. 

You got out, marching to him. “Hey, car trouble?” Wow, that was a classic thing to say. A Dad thing to say. 

He waved his hand around as if to say, “Duh.” And turned back to talk into the phone. You rolled your eyes, venturing to the side of the car. You felt like an imbecile looking through the window, but you did anyway and saw the entire car was shut off. 

“Car just stopped working,” came the voice of the man. You turned with a smile, and saw him dipping his phone into his coat pocket. 

“What happened?” you asked. 

Again, that smug hand wave. That frustrated-I’m-going-to-be-an-asshole-to-you-because-i’m-mad hand wave. “I don’t know?” he grumbled. “Radio shut off. Lights shut off. Steering wheel became hard to turn.”

“Battery,” you said, walking backwards to where the hood was propped open. 

“Whatever, I’m calling my agent,” he grumbled, turning his back to you.

Wow, you thought. This is how he was treating a woman trying to give him a hand? This is how he was being thankful?

“Wait a minute,” you mumbled, realizing what he said. “Agent? Are you in like the CIA?”

He scoffed, dialing on his phone. “I’m an actor.” 

You were looking into the hood of the car, and when he said that, you looked up with a frown. He didn’t look familiar. He talked to his “agent” on the phone and gave them his location and said, “My car’s being a fucking bitch again.”

He was driving a fucking Porsche. You, with you ‘99 Civic, made a weird face. 

When he hung up, he came to you with a heavy sigh and hands in his pockets. “I don’t need your help,” he sighed. “I’m good. Go home.”

“It’s your battery,” you said, ignoring him and his vicious tone. “Or the alternator is dead and can’t provide for the battery.”

“Whatever.” He turned and leaned on the car. “It’s a rental anyway.”

You took a step back, annoyed by his tone, his arrogance, and his comments. You looked him up and down once, trying to found out just who the hell he thought he was. 

“So,” you said. “Who are you?”

“What?”

“You said you’re an actor,” you commanded in a deadly serious tone. “Who the fuck are you, because you seem to think you’re some big fucking shit talking to like that to someone who’s just trying to help you.”

He stood straight and wrenched off his sunglasses, boring icy blue eyes into yours. “I’m Chris Evans,” he said. 

“Who?”

“Chris Evans?” He rose a brow condescendingly. “Captain America.”

It took a few seconds for it to register, then your mouth came open into a little O. He must have mistaken your reaction for amazement because he huffed and put his glasses back on. 

“Wow,” you mumbled. “Star spangled man with a plan is a real fucking asshole.”

“You mouth off like that to total strangers all the time?” he asked. 

“I get why they call you an A-list celebrity now,” you said, ignoring his question. “Asshole celebrity, huh?”

He slammed his fist on the side of the car, mouth twisted in anger. 

“Oh, big man slamming his fists everywhere, right on, buddy,” you said, walking past him towards your car.

“I’m sorry.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, a frown on your face. “You’re what?” you said, turning on your heels.

He was crouched near the hood, hands in his hair, cap on the ground beside him. 

“I’m having a real bad fucking day,” he mumbled as you slowly walked back to him. “My dog is sick. I had a fight with my mom. They filmed me at McDonald’s when I wasn’t looking my best. People don’t want to give me roles because they associate me with Marvel. And now this stupid shit.” He gestured to the car as he slowly rose on his feet. 

You bit the corner of your lip. His tone was softer now, like he was on the verge of crying behind those glasses. 

“Look,” you started slowly, “I have CAA and free towing. I’ll call.” 

You called from your phone and they said they were an hour out due to your location. 

“I’ll pay don’t worry,” Chris said, hands in his pockets, but now he seemed a little nervous. “I didn’t quite catch your name.”

“Y/N,” you said. “And you’d do better greeting strangers who wanna help you with respect next time.” You made to go back to your car, to leave this stupidly handsome yet angry yet nice actor out here until the tow company came. Maybe give him your CAA card so he wouldn’t have to pay full price. 

“Wait!” he called. “I... look I’m really sorry for talking to you like that. I’d like to, I don’t know, take you up for coffee?”

You stood there, ankle awkwardly jutting out. “What?”

“You don’t do coffee?”

“No, yes I do.”

“So, coffee?”

“When?”

“I can go later tonight,” he said with a relieved smile. “If I can get your number.”

You rolled your eyes. “Is this your way of picking up civilian women and luring them to some dark coffee place?”

He laughed. Wow, he was truly wonderful when he laughed. “It’s in the downtown area.”

You bit your lip, but nevertheless gave him your digits, and your CAA towing card for reduced prices. 

“I’ll be waiting for your call,” you said, walking back to your car, “Mister Chris Evans.”

Least to say, the two of you fit like hands in gloves, like moss on a fallen tree stump, like glue on construction paper. The coffee run allowed you to see just how sweet and caring Chris really was. He assured you that asshole part of him rarely comes out, and that you were actually lucky to have even seen it. 

It didn’t end there that night. Coffee turned to drinks turned to dancing in a weird corner karaoke bar turned to spending the night on his couch. And when you woke to the smell of bacon and the sight of a shirtless Chris, you vowed to not let this man go, despite his career, despite his notoriety. 

He was a simple guy. T-shirts and jeans and fluffy pillows and donuts in the morning. He was a conversationalist and an observational man. There was nothing this man did not notice, and especially on you, like the fact that you were falling in love with him. 

It didn’t take long for billboards to go crazy.

WHO IS THIS WOMAN ON CHRIS EVANS’ ARM?

CHRIS EVANS GOES ROGUE? PAST GIRLFRIENDS COMPARED TO HIS MYSTERIOUS LADY OF TODAY ON PAGE 45.

CHRIS EVANS’ MYSTERIOUS LOVER FINALLY UNMASKED. TURN TO PAGE 31 FOR HER COMPLETE RECORD.

“Wow,” you said, dropping the latest edition of TeenVogue into the chariot. Chris picked it up. “They work fast.”

He smirked. “You agreed to this.”

“I know.” You stood on your tiptoes and poked his nose. 

He grabbed you around the waist and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. Not far behind, you heard a series of clicks, and upon turning, saw a paparazzi hidden behind the shelves of potatoes. 

You could already see the newest tabloid coming. 

CHRIS EVANS AND Y/N SEEN MAKING OUT WHILE ON A SHOPPING SPREE!

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The Dutchess’ Garden - Part 2

Series Masterlist - Chris Evans Masterlist - Full Masterlist

Pairing: Chris Evans x OC Emma Meijers

Warnings: Strong language, age difference, smut but not really smut

Word count: 2472

‘Just so you know,‘ she smiles shyly, ‘you’re always welcome here. Would be a shame to refuse someone living this closeby.‘ She runs back inside and he watches her. When the door closes he checks the piece of paper he got. It’s a flyer with the opening times of The Dutchess’ Garden, as well as a form to sign up to be a member.

This morning had been better than yesterday. It had treated Emma gentler than the night before. She felt like she could actually get something done today. Today, she found herself actually enjoying the cold shower after her run. It was almost like she needed it. She had felt hot since yesterday around ten pm and she knew exactly why.  Normally, she prided herself for acting so normal around all these people who were “more special” than she was, but he- well, he... She didn’t actually know what to think about him. He had felt like an old friend from the minute he walked in. Not once did he get offended at her jokes and he actually went along with some, even if she thought she was taking it too far.  In a moment of weakness, she had sat down next to him after closing and felt her heartbeat rise when he put his arm behind her. He probably didn’t even notice he was doing it, but she noticed.

Dressed for the day, she sits down with her laptop at one of the tables in The Dutchess to get some work done. She normally sits outside whenever she can, but the weather had decided to take a turn and become a bit gloomy. It’s so much different from yesterday. She’s lucky she doesn’t have to get anything today. She stocked yesterday, so she should be fine for tonight. Around lunchtime, she grabs a bowl of yoghurt with some cereal before the chef walks in to prepare the simple meals and bites. Emma greets him with a smile, but doesn’t talk to him for too long. She’s got plenty to do. Just when the clock tells her it’s 2 pm, there’s a knock on the locked door. She yells that they’re closed, but they knock again. She sighs and head for the door to check if she’s offended someone’s bloated ego. Through the stained glass door, she can’t really see who it is so she unlocks the door. ‘Oh, hi,‘ she speaks with a soft smile when she’s met with Chris Evans. She has to do a double take for a second. He looks so casual and apparently he’s walking his dog. He has a dog? She must’ve missed that in her research. ‘Hi, I just came to give you this,‘ he says and hands her the flyer she gave him yesterday. She takes it from him and has a quick look through it. ‘That’s great, come in, I’ll sign you up right now,‘ she says, ushering him to come through the door, but he takes a second. Hesitating because 1; he didn’t know if Dodger could come in with him. And 2; he had to take in how she looked for a second. With the weather being a little chillier than yesterday, she had opted for flared jeans and a jean blouse over a navy tank top with lace detailing the sweetheart neckline. Her hair is done half up half down and she’s wearing cold-rimmed glasses. He likes how she looks. It’s much more casual then yesterday. ‘Are dogs allowed,‘ he asks. ‘Of course, bring him anytime,‘ she gleams and walks ahead of him to the table she was working at, ‘grab a chair. Can I get you something? Do you want some water for the dog?‘ ‘We’ll be fine, we’ll head back home after this,‘ he smiles and sits down. He looks at the dog and softly tells it to lie down. ‘Okay, let me just run through it quickly,‘ she says and takes a quick sip from her coffee, forgetting she just poured it. With a sour face, she puts it down. She burned her tongue. ‘You good?‘ ‘Yes, hot coffee.‘ She scans the form and puts the data into her client base. ‘Okay, that’s set. So, like I explained yesterday, you can invite 2 people at a time, but never invite them before you’ve called to make a reservation if you bring someone who’s not a member.‘ ‘Why is that?‘ ‘Like other bars, we also have a blacklist. People who we do not trust, people who have talked about other hidden bars on national television, people who are rowdy,‘ she explains, ‘this place is exclusive to celebrities, but there is an exception to partners, mits they sign an agreement to keep their mouths shut about this place if the relationship turns bad.‘ He chuckles: ‘You won’t have to worry about me on that rule. I’m known for being single. Couldn’t keep a relationship if I tried.‘ She chuckles along. ‘I’m sure that’s not true,‘ she smiles, ‘you seem like someone who looks for something real rather than short and easy. That’s fine. I’m the same.‘ Is he chocking?  “Chocking on air? Really Chris? Are you really going to start chocking on air when she tells you something personal?”  He thinks to himself. Dodger looks up at Chris to check if he’s okay. Before he can ask for anything, Emma hands him a glass of water. He was so busy beating himself up because he was chocking on air that he did not see her get up and get him water. ‘Come on, it’s not that shocking,‘ she laughs, ‘do I really come off as the fuck-and-go kinda type?‘ She keeps joking while he catches his breath. Keeps smiling like it isn’t awkward and it probably isn’t to her. But Chris wants to shrink into his clothes and disappear. ‘I’m sorry,‘ he coughs. ‘That’s okay,‘ she smiles, ‘at least you didn’t throw up.‘ The comment takes him by surprise and he starts laughing so hard he fears he might throw up. His stomach starts hurting and his cheeks feel sore. ‘Wow, I didn’t know I was that funny.‘

It takes him a minute, but he gets back to normal. Meanwhile, Dodger has taken a liking to Emma, following her around the bar. Because where she goes, there are food scraps. Chris watches her walk around and tell Dodger to wait when she goes into the kitchen. To his surprise, he actually listens to her. She comes back out with a small bowl of leftover meats. ‘Do you mind?‘ She looks at Chris and shows him what she’s holding so he can check if it’s safe for Dodger. ‘No, go ahead. He deserves a treat,‘ Chris tells her. Emma nods and leads the dog in front of the bar, tells it to wait once again, and puts down the food while he’s still waiting. ‘All yours buddy,‘ she says and Dodger starts devouring the meat. She grins and sits back down with Chris. ‘Now where were we?‘ ‘I was chocking.‘ ‘Ah yes,‘ she tries to suppress an amused smile, ‘so partners are allowed. Dogs are allowed as well as long as they behave. This is a place of peace and quiet.‘ ‘Ah, Dodger’ll be alright then.‘ ‘He seems like a good boy, yes,‘ shes says in an almost analytical tone. It makes Chris chuckle. He has never seen anyone call a dog a good boy in such a cold and serious tone. ‘Any other things I have to keep in mind?‘ ‘Yes,‘ she smiles, ‘we have a great variety of drinks and liquors, but if you want something specific, please call ahead so we can get it for you. Oh, and we don’t do parties unless it’s an all members party, but we organize those ourselves. You’ll get a call when we have one. And one last thing, The Dutchess’ is civilized and so are her guests. So I don’t care if you have beef with anyone, you don’t when you’re here.‘ ‘Did you have many fights here?‘ Chris looks at Emma, curiosity dripping from his look. ‘Yes, but I can’t tell you who were the offenders,‘ she leans back in her chair with a smug look, ‘secrecy of The Dutchess and all that.‘ ‘Of course.‘ ‘Okay,‘ she starts typing something and then looks up at him with a smile, ‘all done. Welcome to The Dutchess. Normally, we’d give you a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but I didn’t know you’d come around.‘ ‘That’s okay, not a great fan of champagne anyway,‘ he says and stands up. They walk to the door together to say their goodbyes for the day. Chris steps outside and hesitates for a second. He turns back to Emma with a smile. ‘And since we’re nearly neighbors, let me know if you need anything.‘ She smiles at his offer, but feels a bit nervous. ‘Thank you,‘ she says, knowing she’ll never make use of that offer. It would be wildly inappropriate for someone in her position. She’d like to, but she won’t. Her father always told her she shouldn’t fall for these people. They’re actors for a reason.

And then Sunday morning rolls around.

‘Good morning ma’am, we’re here for the boiler.‘ Emma stands flabbergasted, sweating, trying to catch her breath after her morning run. ‘You’re kidding? You were supposed to be here Monday,‘ she says, trying to sound strong but her red face really isn’t helping. ‘We had some things moved around. We have time now or next week,‘ the man says with a strange grin. He knows she has to shower and it looks like he’s taking pleasure out of making things difficult for her. ‘Shit, fine,‘ she sighs, ‘around the back.‘ She shows them to the stairs at the back of the house that lead to her own floor of the house. When she shows them the boiler, the verdict is made quite quickly. ‘Ma’am, your boiler is expired,‘ the man says, ‘if you keep using it and it breaks more, your insurance won’t pay.‘ She rubs her fingers against her forehead, feeling a headache coming up. ‘So what’s next?‘ ‘We order you a new boiler. It’ll probably arrive somewhere late this week and we install it next Monday,‘ he explains. ‘So I have to go a week without warm water?‘ The grin on the man’s face widens. He’s enjoying this and she knows it. ‘You’ll be fine ma’am. I’m sure you have someone who’ll let you borrow their shower for a week.‘ He writes out a sheet of paper that explains the next appointment and the expected cost. Emma quickly scans it and sigh again. ‘Fine, I’ll see you next Monday then.‘ ‘Ma’am,‘ he says and nods his head as he leaves. Emma shuts the door and lets her back fall against it. A series of whines leaves her mouth while she punches and kicks the air like a little child. Why now? Why? This is terrible. With a lump in her throat, she picks up her phone and calls the person who told her she could call for anything. “Chris speaking.“ ‘Hi, Chris, this is Emma,‘ she says a bit nervously. “Oh Emma, how are you doing?“ ‘I’m quite alright, but I have a bit of a favor to ask.‘ “Ask away.“ He seems way too cheerful for this. Why is he so damn nice? ‘Listen, I feel terrible for asking and making use of you right away, but my boiler is broken and I don’t know if I can take a full week of cold showers. So could I maybe-‘ “Shower at my place,“ he hesitates, “yeah, for sure. When do you need it?“ ‘Actually-‘ “I’m at home, just take your shower stuff with you.“ ‘Okay, thank you so much, you’re the best.‘ “No problem. I’ll see you in a minute.“ ‘See you.‘ 

And so it goes. Emma walks down to Chris’ with a backpack that holds her clothes and her shower supplies. She feels like there’s led in her shoes. She doesn’t want to overstep boundaries, but she has to. Sure, showering with cold water isn’t the end of the world and she’s sure plenty of people do it just because they can but she can’t stand the cold. Not like that and certainly not after a run. When she reaches the house, she wants to just turn around. Pretend like the water at her place is warm. At the same time, she really wants to see Chris. He’s such a bundle of joy and she’s enjoyed every second she’s spend with him so far. She feels like she’s walking the edge of friendship very closely, but she doesn’t want to step in. Though she feels like that, her mind is way further. Her mind has imagined him naked in her bed, taking up almost the whole queen-sized bed she has. Her mind has imagined her laying on his chest with her leg draped over his body and her hand gently on his chest tracing the tattoos she knows he has. Her mind still gone, she presses the doorbell. Dodger’s barks pull her out of it before the door can swing open. Lucky her. ‘Hey Emma,‘ Chris says like he’s greeting an old friend. “Oh no,“ Emma thinks, “have I already gone too far?“ ‘Hi, thanks so much for letting me use your shower,‘ she says with a smile. ‘No worries, please, come inside,‘ he says and steps away from the doorway so she can pass. While she does, Dodger starts running circles around her hoping she brought more treats. ‘I hope it’s not too much trouble,‘ she frowns, ‘the boiler man just showed up out of nowhere and told me he has to shut off my boiler.‘ ‘It’s no trouble at all,‘ he smiles, ‘I’ll be home for a while anyway.‘ ‘You finished filming,‘ she asks. ‘Yeah, last Friday.‘ He looks her up and down. ‘You run?‘ ‘I do. I try to run every morning,‘ she tells him. ‘Me too,‘ he says excitedly, ‘how about we take runs together this week? You can shower after and just head home.‘ Emma is taken by surprise by this offer. Morning runs with Chris Evans? Yes please. ‘Oh, that’d be great,‘ she grins, ‘you better keep up with me though.‘ ‘You’re half my size, I should tell you that,‘ he teases, ‘but I’m glad you said yes. I don’t know the forest very well and I figured you might know it better.‘ ‘I do. Know it like the back of my hand.‘  ‘Good, good.‘ A pause falls in their conversation and they just stare at each other. Admire the other with loving eyes. There’s nothing awkward about it, until Emma starts thinking. She just crossed the line. ‘So, shower,‘ she asks. ‘Yes, of course,‘ Chris replies and walks her to the bathroom, ‘I’m sorry, I was out of it for a second.‘ ‘Not having second thoughts, are you?‘ She smiles brightly, playfully punching his shoulder. He smiles back at her. ‘No, just admiring you,‘ he says casually. Emma’s eyes widen, she feels a pit of butterflies in her stomach, and her face turns bright red. Lucky for her, Chris is not looking at her. ‘I’m stunning, I know,‘ she jokes, flipping her hair to play it off. ‘You are though.‘