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thorsstorms · 6 years ago

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Abroad Pt. 8

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 6.4k

Warnings: Smut! (18+!!) Oral, F reciving.

A/N: Posting this on April 24th!! I see endgame tomorrow evening, are you ready for it??

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Coming to your senses, you knew it was early. The window showed a darkness what hadn’t been swallowed by the sun yet. That’s what you get for sleeping so much yesterday. Peeking open your eyes, curling into the warmth that your lover gave off was enough to put you in a good mood for the day. You pulled the blankets over your shoulders and softly moved your arm over his back, though not wanting to wake him up, just wanting to touch him.

Laying there was peaceful and it gave you time to think. How long had it been since you’ve moved in? Five months? Six? What were you doing before this? Seemingly all the sudden, you are in California in a house with new additions to your life that you never thought possible in this lifetime. Since when are you the sentimental one?

It’s because you love him, you loved him and his kids and his whole family and you weren’t getting out anytime soon. Today you get to go to Disney for the first time. You peaked up at the clock, T-minus 6 hours and you will be at the happiest place on Earth.

You have probably 2 hours before the kids wake up as as much as you missed them, you still wanted to milk these 2 hours the best you can. You quietly and slowly slide out of bed, blushing to yourself realizing you are still naked. Maybe you shouldn’t leave him alone.

The thought left your mind when you felt him roll over. You sat on the edge of the bed and watched his arm reach out and land on the sheets lazily. He laid still for a second before his eyes popped open and he sat up on his elbows quickly, finally finding you staring at him almost laughing at his reaction. Then finding it not so funny, mean maybe. You laid back down with him and he lets out a sleepy ‘I love you’, successfully making your heart stop in place.

“Tell me you love me (y/n),” he said quickly with tickling fingers running up your sides.

“I love you, I love you!” You squealed him, pushing away his arms, “but not when you do that!” He rolled on his back pulling you with him. You just stared down at him while he closed his eyes, a small smile shying way on his face.

“I can’t sleep anymore, I’m wide awake,” you whispered to him.

“Ok, fine.” He said, you rolled off him standing out of bed while he threw the covers off.

“Chris you can still sleep, you don’t have to get up,” you told him, feeling bad for waking him.

“No I should get up anyway,” he grumbled rubbing his eyes, staring around the room. You blushed looking away from him as he reached for his boxers, you grabbing your own clothing.

“I wanna go for a walk.” You told him grabbing a water from the fridge. It’s just barely 6:30 AM. You watched as he grabbed a banana from the counter and looked around for his phone. You justified him a little more, telling him that the kids won’t wake up for a couple more hours and you weren’t the only two adults here. He just shrugged his shoulder and slipped on Liam’s shoes, now the second time your caught him doing that.

You both walked out the front door and saw the sun peeking up behind some trees to the east. Thinking to yourself that this time of day is the most peaceful. You walked around the block, not many cars out at this hour.

“I’m really excited to go to Disney today, I’ve never been,” you admitted after a moment of walking. It was an excitement that the more you thought about it the more you could hold it in.

“Oh-ho, it’s a blast, India will take you all over the place!”

You both decided that while they are doing their event, you and the kids wouldn’t be there till after it was over, spending that time exploring the park instead. You walked around the block while he asked about what you did back home and how you spent your time. You told him how much you didn’t realize you missed it. Watching your brother on the baseball field, fun summer nights with your seemingly 100 cousins.

This was time that you need alone with him. Just talking about nothing in particular. It was when you got to notice the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he smiles big, his floppy hair when it is not fixed, and how silly he is. A work of art, really. You both rounded the block and slowly made your way back to the house, the sun finally sitting low in the horizon.

“What are the other two doing today?” You asked as you walked up the driveway.

“I’m not sure, there isn’t much they can do about the house yet.” Inside was still dead silent. You grinned to yourself, a quiet house is rare. You walked to the bathroom to pull your hair into a braid and putting on clothes for the day. You emptied out your backpack and started to gather things that you might need for the day with them at the park.

“Chris!” You whispered yelled across the living room. “I need to go the store, do you need anything?” He replied with a no, and as soon as you grabbed the keys from the counter you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. The two of you stood staring at the staircase from your spots in the house waiting to see who comes out and.. It was just Miley. Thank god, if the kids woke up at this hour you would be S.O.L. later.

“Wait, I wanna go.” She mumbled as she walked towards you and slipped on her sneakers she left at the front door. Her hair was already in a bun and she was dressed like she had already been awake. You both waved goodbye and walked out.

“How long have you been awake?” You pulled the door shut behind you and started the car, realizing you had no idea where to go.

“Like an hour.” You started to pull open a map on your phone to a Target. The morning was not busy and you held a small conversation about what she was going to do, move to the house in Tennessee was the best option for them both right now. You listened quietly while you followed the directions, listening to some music coming through the car.

“Do you wanna come with us today?” Breaking the comfortable silence that fell over you both, it was too early for conversation, coffee first. One of those moments that you were thankful for starbucks being inside the store.

“Where to?”

“Disney! Its my first time and Im taking the kids, Chris has to be there for an event.” you smiled getting excited all over again. You were sure you could handle it yourself, but having another adult would be nice. She watched you get giddy and a smile take over your face, she knew she couldn’t ruin your first experience there.

“I would love to, but I actually think I’ll stay back,” you tried to skip the pout that was coming but it made a small appearance. You recovered quickly, letting it go and got out of the car with her.

You both stood in line at the Starbucks, only one person in front of you. You quickly order a iced coffee, and let her order hers and you paid for both after some convincing that it was your treat. You sat at a small table waiting for your name and realized you left your phone in the car, what else were you supposed to do with your hands?

Your name was called a few seconds later, and a minutes later they called a ‘Destiny’ and Miley got up and grabbed the drink. You gave her an incredulous look, about to laugh at her for choosing a different name and then she slowly saw the look of realization fall over your face. She was wearing a sweatshirt that you knew for a fact was Chris’s and she had sunglasses still covering her eyes. She needs clothing but she doesn’t want to be recognized.

“Oh,” you said under your breath, feeling dumb. “Do you always use that name?” She nodded with a solemn look on her face while you both headed towards the clothing section. While deep in the racks she eventually pulled the glasses to the top of her head. After a few outfits and clothing for Liam you both quickly went around for your items and some groceries for the house. They were only staying for a few more days, but you were going to be there for a while longer, kids gotta eat something.

You really only needed some necessities like personal hygiene things, indulged in a few makeup items, and a new silk navy tank that you decided would look good with a Disney themed outfit. Might as well enjoy it while you are there, right?

Miley silently thanked the heavens that you both got in and out of there, no problem, when you were sat back in the car that was loaded with bags.

“I think we got more than what we came for,” you joked, mostly to yourself but she definitely agreed. On the way back you kept pondering over how she kept such a watchful eye on her surroundings. Quick looks to her left or right, it didn’t go unnoticed by you, you had seen Chris do the same thing only a few times.

“So, is that why you wont come with us today?” You wondered out loud. Curiosity doesn’t stop you, but you already knew the answer.

“I would love to, but I just dont think its a good idea. But don’t worry about me, Disney is so much fun, you’ll have fun without me.” Feelings of regret washed over you, you shouldn’t have asked, should have known better. Of course she wasn’t going to go, especially not with the kids, she already got too much going on. Nodding your head, you turned on the music and let it take over the car, both of you trying to suppress your laugh as ‘Sucker’ was in the middle of playing on the local station. Yea, you can check off finding another best friend off your to do list.

Back at the house, the TV was playing Trolls with two out of three kids sitting, watching intently with a bowl of fruit in between them. After sorting through all the things you bought and putting them away you parked yourself at the dining table, watching both brothers cook up some breakfast.

“I’m so hungry I could die.” You propped your elbows up on the table, the smell of bacon wafting around making your mouth water. “Holy shit that’s a lot of bacon.” You admired the mountain piling up on the plate.

“Yea and $10 bucks Liam eats all of it like a cow,” that earned Chris a double dead leg kick to the back of the knees, but he quickly turned and smacked him with the spatula. Liam yelped a “fuck that’s hot” jumping away.

“Respect your elders,” Chris warned him a turned back to the stove, laughing to himself and winking at you. You watched in amusement as Liam rolled his eyes and took it upon himself to stop what he was doing and pinch Chris under his arms. He turned and threw the spatula at him while Liam tried to run from him across the island of the kitchen.

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you,” Chris warned him, almost like he wasn’t messing around. You thought ‘oh shit’, for both their sakes. All three of you in the room new he was about to come back at him as soon as Chris turned his back again.

And he did. He pulled open the drawer for another utensil. You watched with wide eyes of amusement as Liam slowly picked up the spatula off the ground and prepared himself to throw it and dart out of the kitchen for the stairs. It was almost as if you could see himself counting to three in his head, and then he threw it.

“Run!” You yelled at Liam as he crossed you headed for the stairs. You watched as Chris got ahold of the back of his shirt, Liam slipped himself out of it and opted for the back door instead, better luck to not get trapped. The back door flew open and you heard Tristan yell from the living room, “Get him Papa!” You three peaked out the door, Miley skipping down the stairs to join you.

“Oh my god!” You exhausted. You watched Chris take Liam to the ground and put him in a headlock. You gasped and threw a hand to your mouth trying to cover your laugh, not working very well.

“You gonna stop being a shithead?” You heard Chris ask him. Was this unusually hot? Yes.

“Don’t break him, I need him!” You heard Miley toss back as she walked away from the door frame in the kitchen where the bacon was probably burning. So is this the shit that Jennifer Lawrence used to talk about in her interviews? That was a thought you definitely kept to yourself.

“So these are your fast pass thingys, they will let you go to the shorter lines for the rides.” He started handing you four, “Gen got you this map of the park so don’t get lost, please. India will try to get you to stay in line to meet Elsa and Anna, don’t do it for the love of God, I have like three pictures of them and the line is forever long. The boys like messing with Gaston if you find him, and they are all three scared of the Lilo and Stitch ride, so you might want to stay away from that.” He looked good, like way good. Like, thinking unholy thoughts in the happiest place on Earth, good.

“I think I got it.” You were in a backroom in a building. Someone was ready to lead you out into the park. The both of you quickly went over rules with the kids. Always be holding someone’ hand, whether it was a sibling or yours, no running to far ahead, and don’t take your pass off your neck, things like that though you knew you would be repeating yourself for the next few hours.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, turning to him. “You good? You look really really good.” you told him messing with his scarf.

“I’m always good.”

“Right…Well, I’ll see you in a few hours?” You looked over your shoulder at the kids then back to him.

“Uh, are you good?” The excitement was probably rolling off you in waves, taking a breath trying to calm yourself.

“I’m about to go find some Disney princesses of course I’m good.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kissed him goodbye, pulling him down by the silly scarf he had with his outfit. He watched a pink glow take over your cheeks. You knew there wasn’t anyone around that probably cared, but he was kissing you in the most public place he ever had. It was easy to forget, that one was on you.

“Oh my god,” you said quickly, pulling in, using Chris as a shield. “Is that, Robert Downey Jr.?” You shyly looked up at Chris, and then peaked again over his shoulder. “Oh my god it is.”

Chris turned slowly and you watched in horror as he winked at you and yelled, “Robert!” You turned your head the other way and looked at the kids. Sasha has parked himself on the floor while India leaned into you from behind, waiting patiently, watching the people around you and Tristan had your phone.

You felt Chris take a few steps and heard him greet him. Your heart was beating so fast, and you wanted to kill Chris, of course he would call him over. “Who is this is just saw you smooching on?” That was your cue. You turned around and Chris pulled your hand to his, intertwining his fingers with yours which were visibly shaking, you knew he could feel it.

“This is (y/n), and she’s my girl,” he said looking down at you. “My girlfriend.” You blushed under his stare. It sounded like such a juvenile thing to say, but were you complaining? Not one bit. “But we are keeping quiet for now,” he corrected himself and told him. Robert nodded in understanding.

“Well, (y/n) it’s nice to finally meet you,” he shook your hand but as always, you thoughts show on your face. Finally? “Oh I’ve heard all about you, even gotten a couple pictures of you.” He said proudly with a smart ass look on his face.

“You what?” you asked him. You looked up at Chris, “You what?”

“Oh yea we all have, he never shuts up about you!”

“Pictures? Christopher!?”

“What he didn’t tell you about the group chat?” Robert interrupted. Chris playfully glared at him before turning his attention back to you. You felt India slip her hand into your other and try to tug you in the other direction but you tugged her back, ignoring her.

“Group chat! Oh my god is Chris Evans in this group message?”

“Duh.”

“Oh my god.” You said quickly, looking at the ground, you face tomato red by now for sure.

“My job is done, it was lovely to meet you Miss (y/n), truly. I hope to see more of you.” He winked swiftly at the both of you, walking away before you could muster up another word to him.

“Oh my god I just met RDJ,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head.

“Ok what?” Chris protested, “How come you weren't all clammy, and blushy, and shaky when you met me?”

“Oh-ho wow, don’t try to flip this on me.” India, pulled at your arm again saying she wanted to go. “We are not done talking about this!’ You warned him as you finally allowing India to drag you away, calling the boys to follow you. Chris waved like he just got saved from a horrible confrontation, gladly shoo-ing you all away. This is not over.

By six o’clock all three were complaining of their feet hurting. You knew they wouldn’t last till the firework show but you had a small tiny hope that kept a fire inside, hoping to get to see it. You did get to see a parade though. Pictures with Buzz Lightyear, and Mickey mouse. It was a good day, but you were also burnt out with the kids. There is only so much a person can take of the whining that its too hot, or they are thirsty, or someone has to pee every 30 minutes. When you made you way back to the building you left out of, you spotted Chris sitting in the air conditioning, scrolling his phone with Gen sitting next to him. Jealousy flooded through you but you remembered that he had to stand in front of press and do a few interviews, and it calmed you knowing you were fine with having this end of responsibility.

He looked up at you four crowding in, both boys slumping to the ground carelessly while India crawled on his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. Yea, you would be doing the same. It wasn’t long before you were in the car headed away from an awesome day over all.

He broke the news to you that night that they switched most of the European side that was planned and the studios rearranged press to the other side of the globe. South korea, excited you, another stamp on your passport. He promised he would take you to Paris to make up for it because he knew how excited you were to see it again. That just pulled a head shake from you, the words sounding so foreign for someone to speak, at least from what you had grown up with.

Three weeks were filled with unstability. Weird school work hours with the kids, a lot done on a plane. You took so many pictures with them at cool places and sent them all back to your family making them jealous. Jumping from hotel to hotel was making you extremely home sick. You got to know RDJ’s wife well, spending days with her and their kids so you didn’t have to follow Chris around, you explored separate from him, though he would ways come back to you in the night but be gone fairly early the next day. It was tough but you never took a moment for granted while with the kids in such amazing places.

A couple nights consisted of a kid sneaking out of their room in the hotel and sleeping with you both falling between you. After you tucking the kids in you retreated to bed, Chris sometimes with you, sometimes he came in later if he spent time with one of his friends that evening. You always reminded yourself to not mind, it was his work and you were here for him and kids in the first place. It settled your heart most of the time to embrace the city glowing outside the windows.

Not an evening went by where you were not awake or didn’t wake up when he returned, always waiting to hear about his day. You tried to be sly and tease him a bit and sneak in a question about the movie, but it was always shut down so fast, ending in a buzz kill, but that was on you, everytime.

“I’m not telling you anything, if I know something, not saying that I do, because I don’t.” He fumbled over his words while you trapped him, attacking his neck, pulling back on his hair. Hearing his breathing run ragged while you calmly asked him about his day, if he missed you, while you touched him through his clothes, refusing to go further unless he gave up a little information. It was a dangerous game really. Were you abusing your power over him? Absolutely. Was he going to stop you? Absolutely not.

Finally fed up on an evening in Shanghai, he flipped you around so fast pinning you to the bed, daring you to try and steal touches again. A game you wanted to learn all too much. You innocently apologized while he let up and relaxed to your side. You curled over him, telling him that you know you were torturing him and you were sorry. But you just couldn’t help yourself because you always wanted him. He listened and melted under your touch while you told him it was your fault for making him so hard for you. For making him need you and comply with you while you messed him up in ever way you knew you could.

“All you had to do was answer me,” you whispered against his lips, stilling as his eyes shot open and he grabbed a hold of your hips digging his fingers into the soft skin with a dark blue lace covering you. A hand grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled you back so he could see you clearly. The sting sent a wave straight to your heat, clenching around nothing. That was new. You gasped as he stared at you, “Insatiable.”

“How about you let me give you what you need since ‘you always want me’,” you nodded slightly as he urged your hips up.

“Really?” You stilled and questioned him quickly. He nodded and tugged your hips forward as your hands fell to the headboard from his movement. You smirked, masking your curiosity, and crawled you way up his chest. He tugged you the rest of the way, making you gasp as his fingers were sure to leave bruises.

“Oh god,” you whispered as he bit at your inner thigh. You felt his fingers pull the lace to the side and his arms tighten around your thighs, pulling you to his tongue. You gasped, almost trying to sit up on your knees from the onslaught of pleasure but he held you still. Against your wiggling hips he got frustrated and ripped the lace, and it laid limp around your waist. Your hands losing their sense of direction on the headboard and flying from his hands, to his hair, back to the headboard, not able to find a place that will ground you. He licked and suckked at your clit, you jerking in his grasp which only entails a growl and a firmer hold around you, preventing you from moving away. His flicked open and closed, caught between watching you and focusing on your pleasure, enjoying your taste on his tongue.

“Oh god Chris,” you moaned out, tugging on his hair again. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” you let out a normally embarrassing whine but were too lost to care.

You breathe caught in your throat when he pulled away, sucking at your skin, “Already love? Were just getting started.” He allowed you the moment to push down on his mouth, your chest heaving trying to keep up. He sealed his grip again and went to town until your face was twisted up in a silent scream, gushing all over him, for sure making a mess. You came down from your high, his tongue pulling large circles around your clit and dipping back down to clean your mess. He laid kisses against your clit having your body flick in his grasp, still sensitive. Though when he didn’t let up, your heart raced, looking down at him with no mercy showing in his eyes.

“Baby, ah, I’m too sensitive,” you jumped again, trying to pull yourself up using the headboard as leverage. “Ooooo, no,” You moaned, raising your voice when he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth making your vision run white. You felt his fingers replace his tongue rubbing slowly.

“You want me to stop? Like you stopped messing with me?” He said biting and leaving a mark on your skin. He pressed his tongue, swiping up your slit, your eyes rolling back, grinding down on him.

“Look at me,” He mumbled against you. Your head was heavy on your shoulders and you creeped your eyes open to him, only for them to shut again as soon as he moved his tongue. “Look at me or I’ll stop and leave you dripping,” you could tell by his tone of voice that he wasn’t lying. You shoved your head forward and watched down at him through hooded eyes. His lips started at work again, tongue wiggling itself into your hole massaging your walls as deep as he could. Your eyes were open in shock staring at the erotic scene, and sounds he was making. You could feel your blood run hot, pulsing through you, where you needed him most.

“I’m- oh I’m gonna come,” you groaned out. His arms tighten around your thighs holding you to him and he worked feverishly on your clit. You watched him take over your senses, pretty sure you stopped breathing all together as you dragged you to your peak, spilling over, clenching over his face, hips rocking in his grasp involuntarily. You let out a gasp of air as you kept coming hard on his mouth, his tongue retreating to soft circles around your over sensitive nub.

You started to feel you muscles loosen from their tense nature, and he helped support you as you slipped down his torso and laid on his side. You legs remained propped around his waist while you tried to come back down to earth, your ears ringing.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled incoherently. Your legs felt numb over him, and you felt his hands shove hair out of your face, his thumb brush across your eyelid. When did you close your eyes? His hand roamed slowly over your own twitching body, his touch bringing your senses back to life slowly.

He watched your face lost in the reminisce of an orgasm, wiping his face with the bed sheet. He watched you with such tense adoration that he was sure you could rip his heart out his chest at the very moment and it would beat for only you. He didn’t care that he had a hard on that was almost painful and that you most likely didn’t have the energy to move at the moment. He didn’t care that you drove him crazy sometimes. He didn’t care that he didn’t get to show you off to the world yet. He cared that you were willingly still in his life and that was enough for him.

You suddenly felt the bed dip and a warm wet cloth wipe across your forehead. You eyes flinched at the contact, where did he get that? You jumped slightly when he ran it across your sensitive core and your thighs, washing away whatever mess you both made.

He laid down next to you and pulled you to his chest, kissing your forehead.

“I love you.”

“Are you sure you want me to go?” “I can wait to see it, really.”

“(Y/n) I’m not going to say it again, I swear, just pick a dress.” You were currently in the same house back in LA, staring at a rack of five different dresses, all matching Chris’s suit choices. He wants you to come with him to the premiere tonight, and you have 5 hours before you need to leave and all the sudden he’s like “oh yea, by the way, your coming with me tonight”. Uh, what? The initial panic wore off too fast and now you were just curious. You stood next to India looking over your choices.

“What do you think?” You asked her, starting to favor the white dress and a blush pink dress.

“Papa which are you wearing?” She asked him in retaliation. Smart girl.

“Well, sweetheart I wanted (y/n) to pick, but I’m thinking either the printed jacket with the solid pants or the printed pants with the solid jacket, definitely the navy blue though. What do you think?” You eyed his choices hanging on the rack and the material and patterns.

“Ok, dont hate me,” you started to laugh, “But I like the printed pants and the printed jacket with a solid shirt.” He eyed the two pieces, and slowly started to nod.

“You’re right.” He grabbed the two and dressed in them so we could see the whole look. India nodded in approval, grabbing at the blush pink silk dress for you to wear.

“(Y/n) wear this one.” You pulled the hangar from the rack and felt the material between your fingers. The smooth silk texture was bound to feel amazing and comfortable against your skin. You smiled at her and walked to the bathroom to slip it on, the designer following you in to help you zip it up.

“Wow,” she said behind you looking in the mirror, “Fits you like a glove.” You blushed from the compliment, she wasn’t wrong. You opened the door and stepped out, picking up the bottom as you walked, sighing when you realized you would need to wear heels with it. Not your favorite thing in the world.

“Wow.”

“Wow.” Like father like daughter. You blushed and looked down at the dress from their stare. If you couldn’t control your reaction from their staring, how were you going to around others?

“Do you like it?” You asked them both, gauging their reactions. Chris floating with nothing but adoration from his eyes, raking across the material and how it lays daintily across your skin. You watched his eyes dance around the dress and he walked closer to you resting his hands on your shoulders to admire up close.

“Beautiful,” he kissed your lips softly, your head feeling like it was floating till a ‘eww’ leaked from Indy’s mouth, Chris waving a hand at her, dismissing her. The designers’ assistant leading her upstairs to join the boys where they were watching The Incredibles to keep them away for awhile. Your eyes followed them as they disappeared up the staircase.

You sighed, you shoulders dropping, “I’m kind of nervous.” ‘Kind of’ was an understatement.

“That’s alright, I’ll be with you and if and when I get pulled away, I’ll make sure you are in good hands. Miley and Liam will be there, so will Luke and his wife, you can keep each other company.” The designer interrupted you showing you a jumpsuit for after the carpet, that you could change into for the actual screening and the after party. This was really going to happen. You knew it meant alot to him, you couldn’t say no this time or hold him back, it would be selfish. You nodded and went with the flow, following instructions to go take a shower, hair and makeup would be here within the hour.

You pulled up to the venue, staring out the windows at the hoards of people behind barricades and the hoards of people with cameras and interviewers. “Chris, I really think I’m going to throw up.”

“Hey, It’ll be alright,” he said, turning your head to him, laying a quick, soft, reassuring kiss to your lips. “Just hold on to my hands, I won’t let you trip. You don’t have to talk to anyone, just smile. The photographers will scream at you and tell you to turn this way and that. Just ignore them or do as I do. They might shout and ask who you are, just ignore them. Gen will instruct each interviewer what not to ask before I speak with them. You be with Miley and Liam after the carpet while I do some press.” His hand laid comforting on the side of your neck, keeping your attention, trying to digest everything he was saying. “Everything is under control.” He gave you a small smile, trying to decipher what you were thinking. You nodded in his grasp while he watched you making sure you were sure.

“Okay. I trust you. I love you.”

“And I love you. I’m going to get out and come around to your door, alright? As soon as I open your door, there will be pictures, okay?” You nodded again and took a deep breath, letting him know you were ready.

As soon as he opened the door, there were shouts about who you were and asking you both to look in their direction. You clasped both your hands in front, grabbing Chris’s hand in yours, hoping it would disguise the shaking. You smiled like he said, and followed his lead. Gen met you at the entrance and directed you through crowds and past interviewers to the carpet first so you could get it over with.

He whispered a reassurance in your ear, and you put on your brave face. The same sweet smile that you plastered when you turned the corner in his house for the first time, seeing him standing there in the kitchen, masking your shock. It was the same smile. Beautifully mastered.

Feeling his presence next to you was enough to drown out the shouts and flashes of the cameras and people behind them. You took a few steps with him, shifting down the back drop, hoping that the makeup would cover the blush flooding your cheeks when chris kissed you cheek in front of the cameras and mumbled a, “Your doing amazing,” in your ear. You could see Gen on the end, ushering you down the back drop a few steps. A few more moments and then it would be over. You finally gave in to a person yelling for an over the shoulder shot, and turned you head finding the camera, putting on a bright, shy smile. One could only hope you don’t look stupid right now.

Finally off the carpet, the cameras left your direction and you watched as you finally laid eyes on Liam and Miley starting the carpet. Chris gave you a quick goodbye kissing your cheek, as you watched them walk in front of the cameras, waiting for them at the end. Liam laughing at Miley and walking out of the way so she could have her own shots. She was a natural, glowing and carefree, in front of them all. It seemed like a totally different person from the Miley you grew to know. You watched her as she finally met you both at the end, walking behind and out of view.

“Wow,” you told her as she admired your own dress, “you are so amazing.” A new found sense of pride came over as you watched her retreat back to into a shell that she was in outside of the public eye. They both complemented your dress, you returning it. You both walked towards the entrance, them both saying they did a few interview before hand. You nodded and waited a moment to see if you could find Chris in the sea of people. You found Chris alright, but it wasn’t the one you were looking for.

You surpessed your panic for the hundredth time and turned to Miley sporting a mischievous smile. She followed your gaze and found him, shaking her head at you. Oh your were definitely making him introduce you after the screening. One hundred percent. You were in a slightly confident mood and needed to do it today before the high wears off and you become mortified again.

After you and Miley changed out of your dresses and heels into a bit more of a casual attire, you three went inside and took seats as the cast started to pile into the front of the theatre. You eyed the crowd, finding some of your favorites in the mix, a moment of pride filling your body to see your Chris up there with them all. This is the kind of moment where a person evaluates their life and needs a pinch to prove that it’s real.

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* ☆ ◞ PARK CHAEYOUNG. DEMIGIRL. SHE/THEY. ◟ wait, wasn’t that RYAN KIM? they’re a/n TWENTY TWO year old SOPHMORE, hailing from STATEN ISLAND, NEW YORK. i heard they’ve chosen to study MATHEMATICS AND STATS MAJOR while living at KAPPA THETA XI . word around campus is that they’re LOYAL & GOOFY but also quite OBLIVIOUS & LONGWINDED. if you happen to see them walking to class with their earbuds in, they’re probably listening to LOTTERY by KALI UCHIS. ( PINTEREST )

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gifted kids who kind of became fuck ups later in life make some noise!! yeah if you were a casual friend of ryan’s you probably wouldnt know it, that they are actually insanely smart. its only in books really, they’re super oblivious to anything in the real world yeah its definitely gotten them walked over in the passed. it wouldnt be hard to use them since they mean well and get attached to people a little bit too easy. stupid himbo

theyre part of the earth club even though they accidently killed their plants in the past from over watering them, its kind of sad honestly that they want to have a green thumb so badly but they literally wilt around them. yeah they definitely are a little bit of a vsco girl - hydroflask that they definitely stole and a metal straw that folds out of their hemp backpack.

theyre very honest about if they like you are not while theyre nice and friendly if they dont like you or theyre mad at you they will not hold their tongue and they do not care if you like them. honestly they do have a very couldn’t care less attitude towards a lot of things. theyre just not affraid to speak their mind no matter the situation.

yup stealing, ryan comes from a upperclass family so this probably started when they were younger and their parents would withold their allowance but it kind of turned into a really bad habit. theyve gotten into a lot of trouble for it like actual cops once but they batted their pretty eyes and got away with nothing but community service. they sneak into concerts, movies, dine and dash resturants constantly and no walmart or target or convenience store is safe from their sticky fingers. yes this includes test answers ;)

theyre a middle child and it defintiely shows, their dumbass chaotic nature was definitely born out of being neglected and forgotten about. living in a shadow wasnt the greatest for them and then not even getting the attention of being a baby for long by their mom and dad. they play it off as just being goofy and playful most of the time but they get up to some serious trouble all the time.

ryan is longwinded by far - they could talk forever it makes it easy for them to be an advocate for what they love which they do all the time. whether it be from the campy 80s horror movies that they love or art that they love to do. yes it can get annoying does this enby ever take a breath? it truly doesnt seem like they do. sometimes you may just want to ask them to stop talking just to get a bit of peace and quiet.

theyre president of kappa theta xi and they do take that a bit seriously they didnt think they would at first really they only joined it because their mother was an alumni to the house but all the way down to the 68% classiness they embody the house. yes their room is a wreck and on the weekends they’re known to get messy and maybe tping and graffiting one of the fraternities when theyre drunk but thats all part of the experience.

ryan is on a few sports teams as well, soccer and lacrosse they were never too much of a sports kid growing up but they used to go to soccer camp as a teen and honestly that was one of the first times their ass made out with a girl so it holds a special place in their gay sentimental heart and lacrosse was something that they picked up along the way from knowing some of those on the team.

theyre demi girl and and have no super preference between their pronouns as long as you are not refering to them as a woman or girl or feminizing them that is fine with them. they are very secure in their gender identity and while they definitely align with being femme sometimes they refuse to be seen as such. family doesnt know and they never have intention of telling them as they were raised in a very religious and catholic home but ryan is so friendly and open they are easy to share their story with and usually starts it off by saying gender is a myth created by the church to stop you from eating the communion wafers.

they pretty much drink only black coffee energy drinks and on mondays those are usually spiked in the morning yes that means theyre not paying attention in morning stat classes but is that really that big of a deal? to them no even though its made their grades slip in the past but so does them staying up all night trying to solve cold cases and listening to ghost story podcasts.

theyre entire wardrobe is only black jeans and platform boots and shirts with the ugliest prints on them. yes they are pretty much a gay goth dad on vacation that is their ideal aesthetic. during the colder months its worn denim jackets on top of that and call it a day.

terrible for speaking first and thinking later they joke constantly about things like eating dirt that their fish brain is pleased. theyre a bit strange but they try to make it come across as endearing as possible. the things they say arent always jokes some of it is very real. this also goes for impulsive decisions like doing someones stick and poke tattoo at a party or wanting to go bungee jumping.

they come across cocky and narcissistic at times, saying that they are a god and cant be killed theyve convinced themselves that theyre pretty much untouchable. sometimes being up your own ass is not always a good thing but truly who is going to clock them? some one might have too.

connections:

exes ( any gender ) though ryan is mostly into coochie they have and are not against dating c*ck owners. ryan is the type to be infatuated fast and then get bored and get over it just as quickly so i would say theyve been a serial dater in that respect. this probably doesnt always happen so we could definitely say your muse broke up with them.

childhood friends for the new york area theyve lived in multiple different boroughs of new yorks mostly manhattan and staten island from moving here and there. so definitely could have known them when they were younger.

camp friends. they went to soccer camp where they had their first kiss with a girl and math camp where they got lost in the woods and bible camp where they definitely ate a page of the bible LMDSLMSDLDSLM so that would be fun.

party friends they definitely party a lot ryan is known to get a little bit too wild and do stupid shit and really needs someone to make sure they dont hurt themselves. this also goes for not just party but they dont sleep a lot so this could go for someone who goes out to get food with them at like three am and hang out at a park eating it

siblings!! they have two siblings an older and a younger and i would suuuuuuuper love them please!

someone who they tutor and have just stolen answer to exams for them they dont always ask for payment but they do ask for ious.

snuck them into a concert with them and maybe they drank when they were too young and ended up almost in trouble with the cops because they got caught. or just generally they dine and dash together or movie hop or go and do dumb shit together.

crushes they can be mutual or one sided i really dont mind. like i said before ryan kind of gets crushes really easily so i super dont mind who is on either side of the crush.

they stole your muses bike and they caught them LSMDLSMDLMDSLM

they stayed up one night and tried to fully solve a cold case even went to the library so late that they got kicked out. it was a long night full of energy drinks and crazy theories. they still do this sometimes now.

pen pals theyve written letters to each other all the time and still do even now. sometimes ryan send them really weird things like paper dolls but theyre equations for them to hang up on their walls or just little letters that say sweet things in them.

honestly anything works your muse could even hate them because they think ryan is kind of annoying or fake because they have a tendency to be overly nice and friendly to everyone.

tinder date/ set ups that either led to something or didnt

good friend who hacked their instagram one night and started responding to dms just funny doesnt have to been anything crude. they do it to each other some nights like just hang out

hookups. good or bad. one night stand or on going.

or anything im down for brainstorming!! :D

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