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Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.

Get A Life

You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense. 

“Bruceee.”

“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.

“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…” 

“100 million Kelvin… depends.”

“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.

He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.

“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”

You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both. 

“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again. 

“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,  

“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.

Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.

“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”

Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing. 

“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.

Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.” 

Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.” 

“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out. 

Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.

You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.

“These are all blank?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What… why would you… what?”

Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly. 

You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.

“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.

Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips. 

“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”

“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face. 

“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head. 

“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach. 

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.

“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you. 

“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”

“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk. 

“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.

You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.

“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.

You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater. 

He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did. 

“I’d like you to take a break…”

You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…

“So, I can take you on a date.”

Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”

“Y/N please.”

“Steven, I don’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”

He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”

You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest. 

“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”

You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching. 

“Please.”

You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.

“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile. 

Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body. 

Baby gazing

Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere 18+ just in case as always nothing but fluff chris being a dad if thts a warning

I woke up suddenly. Not to a baby crying or a shrieking but rather me reaching out and finding a cold spot a very cold spot

"Chris?" I said softly maybe he was in the bathroom or I don't know. I sat up. Still confused. The ensuite was open slightly the light was on

"Chris?" I said into the opening I heard nothing opened the door fully and walked in. It was empty. So I turned the light off and closes the door. He would've heard me if he was in the walk in but if he was there instead of bed I'd murder him. Why I dont know. I blame hormones.

"Chris?" I hiss out the door. I didnt hear anything. And Sodger wasn't here because of the baby. The baby. Of course but the bed was very cold. I quietly walk to where the Nursery is, not too far from our room and the door is open and hes just standing there staring.

I wish I had my phone to take a few pictures. My phone. Ugh what am I in a bad horror movie I should always take my phone.

I walk up to him taking his hand

"Chris, honey what are you doing?"

"Watching her."

"She sleeping."

"I know she's so beautiful look at her so peaceful."

"She is isn’t she. And her hair. I think she has the cutest curls." I really wanted to play with them but now was not the time. If she woke up she'd want cuddles and to eat and my body heat or Chris for the rest of the night and mamas gotta sleep so does dada but his brain isn't receiving memos correctly

" I went to get water and I wanted to check on her."

"You got water from the bathroom."

He had turned and looked at me

"You left the light on. Not exactly the on the way back from the bathroom."

"I took a detor"

"I can tell," I wisper, "pretty far detour considering it's not in our room. Babe you have camera and monitors. Shes fine. Look I love her just like you but we need rest hon. Hes pouting and it's the cutest thing ever but its not making me change my mind and what let him stand here hours on end. Nope.

I get Chris to come back to bed and lay across his torso like dead weight because I know what will happen the ninute I fall a sleep and he chuckles.

"Is it so bad to want to watch my baby girl." He plays with my hair.

"I guess not but what if she does something so unbelievably cute or starts to climb and your miss it cause your tired?" I pout

"Or even more, trying to watch two of them you have less than nine months to figure it out." I smirk turning on my side

What?

"You heard me," I smirk. I play Chris like a fiddle. Hopefully he'll get some sleep, after all we're watching our friends baby for the weekend. But I have a feeling Chris won't figure it out for a bit. Hehehe

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He's so pretty, too pretty for your own good. That's why you can barely concentrate on your little crochet project—you're too busy staring at him playing a video game. His long hair all fluffy and soft, beard freshly trimmed and a joint between his lips.

He takes a slow puff, sparing you a glance "You good? You seem a little out of it."

"I'm good, really good..." You say slowly, eyes falling to his thick thighs, his shorts rolled up and exposing the hairy flesh. "Are you good?"

He grins, "yeah. Do you wanna shotgun again?" He isn't even finished asking before you're clambering into his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes."

"A big yes." You subtly rock your hips in excitement, "you know, you should record erotic audios. You have the voice for it."

He laughs and takes a slow inhale, setting the joint in the ashtray and pulling you close. Your heart swells when your lips meet, he feels so good—he always feels so good, and you almost forget to open your mouth. The smoke flows from him to you and down to your lungs burning. You lean away to cough, your eyes watering as he hands you a glass of water.

"Why don't we stop for now, yeah?" He asks, rubbing your back, "take a little break and get something to eat?"

"No! Can we just finish this one first?" You beg, giving him the most adorable pout. "Pretty please, daddy? I'll be super good, I promise."

His blue eyes examine you carefully, then he shakes his head, "Fine. Just this one and then we're done for the day. I don't want you to do too much until you're more used to it."

Giddy, you kiss all over his face. His bearded cheeks tickling your lips as you pepper your sweet, sweet love wherever you can reach. "Yay! I love you so much!"

He didn't smoke often, but he was far more experienced than you. He takes the chance to recline on the couch and tilt his head, groaning lowly when your lips trail to his neck. "I'm such a bad influence on you, cub." His fingers dig into your hips, caught between moving you over his bulge or pushing you away. "Since when did you become a troublemaker?"

You were in the living room of the frat house, anyone could walk in and see you cute, dumb and high.

"Whenever you came around." You nip at his jaw, dragging your tongue down the tense veins, "just lookin' at you gets me so wet... feel." You bring his hand between your thighs and firmly against your wet panties, "See? I'm so sticky, daddy... it's so uncomfy, can you help me, please?"

Life with Chris Alphabet | Chris Evans Alphabet

A/N: Thank you all sooo much for the love on my last imagine! I was so inspired I did one of these cause I love them and don’t see enough of them. And tbh they are so much easier to write than a whole story they’re like a bunch of little stories in one whats not to love?

WARNINGS: Extreme fluff, smut implied

A is for Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?) 

Chris is all about affection. He’s always wrapping his arms around you while you cook or brush your teeth, putting his chin in the crook of your neck and swaying you softly. Even the little things like having your hand in his while he drives or guiding you through a door with his hand on the small of your back. He’s insistent on touching you at all times. 

B is for Beauty (what does he admire about you?)

There’s no doubt Chris thinks you’re stunning from head to toe. He loves it when you’re focused, and your glasses drop down to your nose a little and you bite your bottom lip. He loves how your hips sway when you walk, and your boobs bounce when you jump even the slightest. But what he finds really beautiful is how passionate you get about your favourite subjects; how you can talk for hours enthusiastically about a show you watched or a project you’re working on. Seeing your eyes light up and how much knowledge you can retain is truly his favourite part about you. 

C is for cuddles (how would they cuddle?)

Cuddling is a common occurrence in your household. Whether it’s the long, standing hug before he goes on a trip, your arms wrapped around him, his chin resting on your head. Or the middle of the night when you roll over and latch onto him for warmth. But his favourite would have to be on the couch watching a movie or the game; when you lay your head on his lap and Dodger jumps up on the couch and snuggles into your arm, resting his fluffy head on Chris’s knee. You can only see half of the TV and if Chris needs to get up its game over but the fact that you’re both curled up on his lap and he can give you both cuddles and scratches at the same time makes him a happy guy. 

D is for dates (what are dates with them like)

Chris is always taking you out for dinners or brunch. He loves taking you to familiar places where the staff know your name and people genuinely leave you alone to eat in peace. He knows you like getting dressed up for special things so any excuse to get you in a dress with easy access is a good reason for a date night. When his schedule doesn’t allow for that your most common date is making coffee at home and taking Dodger on a slow walk on a nearby path. It gives you both time to just talk and unwind in nature, holding hands and sipping your drinks. 

E is for Endearing (Actions that mean a lot to them)

Chris loves coming home to you because he knows he’ll get a homemade Lasagna and lots of back scratches. He much prefers when you pick him up for the airport instead of getting a car because you always make a habit of picking up a packet of his favourite jellybeans to eat on the way home. Its the little things you do that make him know you listen and know what he likes. He loves the way you take care of him.

F is for First Impressions (What he thought when he first saw you) 

Damn. He was taken away by your curves, seeing you in that dress was game over for him and he had to talk to you. He liked how you didn’t make it easy for him just because of who he was, he really had to work to get a date with you. He appreciated how you were kind to everyone you met no matter who they were and how you had an air of confidence about you that he admired. That day made him believe in love at first sight. 

 G is for Garments (What is his favourite outfit of yours?)

Don’t get the man wrong you in a tight dress is a sight to behold. Ok, you in anything tight that shows off your curves, ass or tits is a win for him. But honestly, he thinks you look best when you’re relaxed at home in front of the TV in one of his T-shirt which falls just below your ass but is tight around your boobs. You have your hair up in a claw clip and some granny panties on, fresh faced after doing your skincare. That’s when he thinks you look your best. 

H is for Hands (Where are his hands?) 

On your ass. He’s an ass man of course he’s going to gravitate towards that area. But if he must keep it more PG then they’re on your lower back or around your waist. Although, when you’re spooning it likes to grab a handful of your boob and just squeeze in content from time to time. He calls them his stress balls. 

I is for ick (What’s something that annoys you about eachother?)

Beard hairs in the sink. It drives you nuts his half ass attempt at washing them down the drain with a little bit of water. You hate shaving day because you know you’re going to walk in and see little brown and grey specks in the sink. And then when you call he comes rushing in “I know I know I’m sorrey.. I’ll clean it its fine, its fine!” in his thick Boston accent. 

At night, when you two get settled into bed, lights off, snuggled in the sheets without fault you will ask him to fill up your water bottle. No matter how many times he’ll ask you before bed if you have filled it up, you’ll always eventually ask him to go downstairs and fill it up. And you can’t drink regular tap water out of the sink.. nooooo… it has to be filtered water with pebbled ice. He reckons you’re perpetually thirsty or something. He’ll do it every time, but God does it get on his nerves. 

J is for jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Chris gets jealous and he can’t help it. He just knows what he has and thinks every man and his wife wants it. Whether its the valet who looked at you a little too long or when someone obviously flirts with you in public. His jaw will go tense and his grip on your waist will tighten. He’ll even whisper something dirty in your ear for good measures so everyone knows that he’s the only guy whose making you blush and more. 

K is for kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?) 

He’s all about that tongue. Doesn’t matter where you are he will be slipping his tongue in your mouth even just for a second. When it’s just the two of you he’ll grab your jaw to pull it up to his so he can really get in there. He’ll always end it with peppering your face and jaw with little kisses too, because he likes the giggles, he gets out of you. Chris is also a huge baby so when he decides he wants to lay his whole weight on top of you and rest his head on your chest he expects forehead kisses regularly. 

L is for love language (what is their love language? How do they show love?)

Chris shows his love through plenty of hugs and kisses. As well as making sure you are totally satisfied every time you do the deed. But also, by turning on the heater timer so it’s warm and cosy when you wake up. Bringing you a coffee and putting it beside you while you work. When he goes on trips, he always brings you back a tacky cheap souvenir because he knows you love them. And from time to time, without you asking there will be a new pair of shoes in your closet, a new set of earrings, a designer bag you’d been eyeing up online or a fluffly blanket that has “magically” appeared and when you confront him he’ll go all indifferent and say something like it was nothing because he knows you get weird about him spending money on you. You’ll kiss him on the cheek and say thank you while internally screaming at the fact you are the proud owner of a Hermes Birkin. 

While Chris gives physical touch and gifts. His love language is acts of service and words of encouragement. He likes knowing he’s a good partner and that he makes you feel special and loved. He likes it when you do things like cook his favourite dinner or fold his tshirts in that special way so he can see the logo when he goes to pick one in the morning. When you make him feel like hes enough and you show him how grateful you are to be with you. 

M is for mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

It’s always a struggle getting up for work when Chris has time off. He’ll beg you to play hooky and stay in bed with him. Holding you tighter in the cuddle, making It impossible for you to move. But eventually he’ll get up with you and follow you around as you do your morning routine even as to go so far as to hop in the shower with you… to you know… help you wash your back. He’ll make your coffee and insist you sit and eat breakfast with him. Weekends are much slower; staying in bed till noon, going in between cuddles and sex then more cuddles and then shower sex. You’ll always end up making breakfast while playing music, dancing in the kitchen in your underwear and eating bacon straight from the pan and then... sex on the counter… naturally.  

N is for nights (how are nights spent with them?) 

If Chris is at home, he’ll pick you up from work. And if you both feel extra lazy, you’ll stop at a Drive Thru and eat dinner in the parking lot, with the radio on low just laughing and talking about your day. Chris thinks your cooking is the best and its true because he burns everything, he touches so he’ll watch you cook, and you’ll chat with the music on in the background. You always finish the day with a glass wine and him a beer. Then you’ll both make your way to the couch in your pyjamas for your evening cuddle and movie. 

O is for Outings (What are they like with you in public? PDA etc)

Chris loves taking you out and showing you off and he’s not afraid to steal a kiss on the carpet or let his hand wander down to your ass. He always has you close and is holding your hand or your waist. If you’re waiting in line for something he’ll wrap his arms around, you so you can lean back into him. When he’s had enough of photos, he’ll walk straight over to you and take you to a private spot so he an have a moment to breathe and just be with you. Sometimes you end up in the bathroom just the two of you so he can really let his stress out…

P is for Periods (How are they on your period? What do they do to help?)

He has sisters so he knows to shut the fuck up and do what you say. Kidding. But he’s very attentive to your needs and moods. Buying different types of tampons and pads so you have everything you need. Stocking your favourite chocolate and filling up your hot water bottle. He’s a seasoned pro so he knows exactly which spot on your back to massage to help with the cramps. 

 Q is for quality time (how do they like to spend with you?) 

He doesn’t care if you’re just brushing your teeth or doing your makeup he will come in and get comfy on the toilet seat so he can just watch you do your thing. His favourite activities with you (besides sex) are walking Dodger or watching a movie on the couch. He loves all the time he gets with you in his arms or beside him.

R is for remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?) 

He has a million moments that make him happy. The first time he saw you holds a special place in his heart, but his favourite is the first time Dodger met you. You were wearing white pants and Dodger came fresh from rolling in mud, ran up to you and jumped all over your white pants. Chris tried to pull the excited pup off you and thought for sure you’d lose your shit at the fact your pants were now ruined, covered in muddy paw prints. But you just laughed and got on your knees to give Dodger kisses and cuddles. He was shocked at first but he fact you cared more about matching Dodger’s excitement then the state of your pants told him for sure you were a keeper.

 “Shit! Your pants I’m so sorry omg Dodger… down… hey down boy!”

“Don’t worry about it they’re just pants ha-ha… oh my gosh... halloo… whose this handsome boy…huh.. who’s a good boy? You are just the cutest thing!”

 Yeah, love at third date. For sure. 

 S is for security (how protective are they? how would they protect you?)

Chris is very protective in general and installed a whole new security system when you moved in with him for good measures. He’s always on edge if the paparazzi are around or a crowd of fans start to form, he’ll have a tight grip on your hand and always walks in front hoping to shield you from any questions or flashing lights. He is not afraid to put his hand out and push them aside, so you have enough room to walk and breathe. He’ll open the car door and help you in, standing in front until you are safely in the car. When on the red carpet he gets a little anxious when they want solo shots, and you have to stand to the side, but Megan is always right beside you and you’re always in his line of sight. While he has strict rules around what reporters can ask or say about you, there have been times when he’s had to outright tell them to fuck off if they made a rude remark about your looks or your intentions. He’d be furious if anyone pushed boundaries and made you uncomfortable or worse you got hurt, especially if he wasn’t there.

T is for Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) 

Chris is over the top in everything he does. Whether its spontaneous trips for anniversaries or generous gifts to celebrate your smallest work achievements. He knows what you like and makes sure to incorporate that into everything you do. You tell him one time about a wine you like? Great he’s booked a weekend trip to the winery with a private tour and personalised bottle. You miss your best friend? She’s on the first flight out and he got you both a spa weekend. Those rice Krispy treats you like? There’s a Costco pack of 50 in the garage. He’s constantly listening and acting on your every want and wish. He has the money why not spend it on the person he loves most is his motto. 

U is for Upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?) 

He’s very in tune with your emotions so when you go quiet or get upset about something he’s immediately at your side offering cuddles. He tries to comfort you as best as he can and knows you’ll get annoyed if he starts offering solutions or try to fix it instead of listening so he lets you cry it out and relax until you can attack the problem in a better headspace. 

Chris can be a huge grumpy pants so you know the best remedy is just stretching out your arms so he can come be the little spoon. Unlike you, he wants you to give reasons why it’s all going to be ok as you stroke his hair. 

V is for Vacation (Where does he take you on vacation?)

Private and quiet is he go to vacation with you. He likes taking you warm places so you can be in a bikini 24/7 but when you just need to reconnect and get away from the city it’s always a secluded cabin with a hot tub. Disney is great but that’s more a family thing. Vacations with you are more intimate and romantic. Good food and lying around are two of your favourite things so as long as it has that you’re both content. 

W is for Wildcard (a random headcanon for them.) 

If there is one thing Chris hates at home its wearing clothes. If it’s just you two he’ll walk around the kitchen butt ass naked. He says its ideal because at any moment you want to do it, he’s ready to go. He thinks the most amazing thing is how the couch feels when you’re naked and he even convinced from time to time to drop your robe and just go naked. 

X is for XOXO (What text does he send the most?)

“Did you feed Dodger?”

“Where is that belt that <I wore one time and looks like all my other belts>?”

“Did you order another package there are like 50 at the door.”

“Coffee?”

“When are you home, I’m bored”

“Got a surprise for ya ;)”

“<dick pic> do you like it?”

“Love ya peach <3”

A bazillion selfies from set or photos of Dodger looking cute. 

Y is for Yearning (What does he do when he misses you?)

He’d pack you in his suitcase and take you with him everywhere if he could, but he knows that isn’t possible with your work. So, he puts up photos of you two in his trailer and takes one of your t-shirts and your panties and carries a miniature bottle of your perfume with him to smell when he misses you. He also facetimes you at least twice a day to see Dodger and catch up. He misses you like crazy but whenever there is a break in the schedule, he’s on the first flight home to see you. Even if it means he arrives at 3am and only has 12 hours to lay in bed with you. 

Z is for zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

Chris runs hot but insists on cuddling the whole night so while it might be uncomfortable, and you wake up sweating you know it makes him happy spooning you the whole night and snoring in your ear. Sometimes you’re on either end of the bed with Dodger smack bang in the middle of you two. But you prefer in winter when you can cuddle up to Chris’s side and he wraps his arm around you, and you don’t wake up a sweaty mess. Chris has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night with a hard on in which case if he’s unable to go back to sleep he’ll rub it against your ass and shake you a little until you wake up and then he acts all innocent like he’s been asleep the whole time and since you’re both awake might as well take care of it. He doesn’t know you know exactly what he’s playing. 

Baby Name List

pairing: Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)

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“Don’t you jus’ look fuckin’ adorable pumpkin” Chris swooned bringing his two hands to his mouth and letting out a loud whistle, tossing his hard hat, with it skilfully landing on its holder. His hands came to settle on his belt buckle, his boots clanking against the wooden floor as he approached his girlfriend, who was in nothing but one of his red plaid shirts. “Well aren’t you home early honey” She smirked, her lips red with her usual lipstick.

“Cant stay away from my sweet pie from too long, ya know me” He chuckled settling onto the leather couch beside her, his arm settling around her shoulder and landing right atop her breast, with it barely covered by the clean fabric. “How was the ranch today bubby, wasn’t too hard on ya was it?” She giggled looking up at him, kissing up his neck as she felt his hand bounce her tit in his hand and squeezing it lightly.

Chris just shook his head, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, his overgrown beard just rubbing against her skin roughly just how she liked it. “Jus got a new shipment in from North Dakota-“

“DAKOTA- right hold on big man, gotta put that name on the list” She squealed wiggling in her seat, tucking herself closer into her man’s chest, “What list baby? a vacation list? Cause let me tell you what’s in North Dakota-“

“Not a vacation list bubby, look, it’s a baby name list” She smiled clearly proud of herself, tilting the screen to show him the array of names listed on her phone, each section divided into each gender and what ones were her top 10. To her this was normal behaviour, she always wanted to be a mother and she knew damn well that her own Cowboy Chris would be the one to fulfil that.

“A-a baby name list sugar?” He asked shocked, his breath catching in his throat as his arms tugged themselves tighter around the woman in his arms, a sense of warmth and relief erupting in his heart. “Mhm, and nope it’s not up for debate cowboy, cause I know damn well you’d name her daisy or something- Wait Daisy isn’t a bad name actually” She rambled vigorously typing on her phone once again,

“You’re doin this, for our babies? Like together?” He said softly stopping her hands, causing her eyes to furrow and look up at him, “Well course, i’m hardly planning to get impregnated by another man, don’t ya want kids with me?” She snarked turning to look at him, only to laugh when she found him dazed and dreamily looking at her.

Chris’ body shuddered and grew angry at the thought of some other bastard claiming his woman, but that feeling quickly faded away by his new revelation. She wanted babies with him. “Careful honey ya might start droolin” She smacked his face lightly, before leaning in and pressing her red lips against his pink ones, pulling away to see his cheeks flushed and his hands bringing her in for another hot smooch.

“Fuck yeah I want kids with you angel, want kids with you so bad, want the white house and the picket fence n’ all that horseshit. Jus’ didn’t realise ya wanted it with me too” He breathed out, his hand mindlessly still rubbing all over her naked torso, finding itself rubbing over her stomach which he now realised would house their future. “You can be so stupid some times” Y/n laughed kissing up his neck, her hands directing his back to her breast; she always loved him just touching her body at any point, it didn’t matter what he was doing.

In fact it was quite normal to see the usual stoic Cowboy giving his long-term girlfriend foot-rubs, kisses everywhere and hugs every single second, not exaggerating. “But we can’t name her Daisy, we named the new calf that a few days ago, can’t have my babygirl twinnin with a calf” Chris grinned picking up her phone, looking at the names himself, laughing to himself every time he’d see a Disney reference.

“Well if ya would hurry up we’d have probably used about 20 of the names already bub” She pouted snatching her phone back, “That a promise?” He raised his brow looking at her, a smirk on his face as he looked down to see her exposed pussy starting to glisten with her wetness; “I say we start with the names, Myla and Mason” He whispered looking at her eyes which we now wide accompanied by a giddy smile on her smudged red lips. “Give me twins then, cowboy” She taunted tugging on his chin to bring his lips to hers, her hand guiding his to her clenching hole, starting their own rodeo of madness.

“Pumpkin ya really want this with me don’t ya? Already dreamin of bringin the tiny things to the ranch n’ teachin’ them howta ride a horse” He chuckled into her neck, his fingers continuing their assault on her bud as she uncontrollably bucked her hips up to meet his fingers. “W-want it so bad Bub, need it” She sighed out feeling his fingers enter her snug hole, the zipper on his washed out jeans being pulled down as she noticed how much they had strained against the bulge of his shaft.

“Do- Do you want this with me Chris? Tell me now, before we bring a life into this” She said meeting his eyes, her lip between her teeth trying to hold back a moan; as much as she wanted a baby so desperately, she needed to know her baby would receive love from both its momma and daddy.

“I don’t know what else I could want more pumpkin” He smiled kissing the corner of her lips, his body stiffening once she released his cock from his underwear, its red bulb shining against the light. Her thumb ran over his slit before her hands wrapped themselves around his cock, fisting it slowly and passionately; their lips still locked lovingly. “I’m not knockin’ you up on the couch baby, no way in hell, we doin’ this the proper way” Hesitatingly he pulled his lips away from hers, his lips tingling and already aching to be back on hers; in seconds he had picked her up by her thighs, giggles leaving her as she held on by his biceps.

He held her close on the bed, letting her straddle his lap whilst she cuddled into him, their bodies connected as one; his lips attached to her neck leaving behind bites of passion and ecstasy. “G’damn I love you so much baby, I-i’m not gonna last much longer honey” He breathed out against her neck, his hands splayed on her back to keep her against him at all times, their bodies providing each other heat.

“M-me too bubby, m’so close, can feel it right here to here” She whimpered pointing from her heart right to her wet centre, her lips crashing onto his swollen ones, their tongues meeting causing both their chins to become wet with each other’s saliva; a usual occurrence in this household. “I-I’m close, cum with me bubby , please” She gasped out holding onto his shoulders as she bounced faster on his cock, his hips thrusting up to meet hers.

“Don’t worry pumpkin, m’right here, on three alright? 1, 2 ,3-“

———

“If you’re not pregnant by now, then that is a miracle in itself” Chris sighed moving some of her hair to behind her shoulder, her smile sweet and lazy as she just looked up at him as if he was some sort of treat. “I love you bubba, too much even” She whispered tracing a finger down his nose before booping the tip of it, giggling when he bit onto it playfully and wouldn’t let it go.

“You have my whole heart, but I still don’t think it’s enough” He whispered back nuzzling their noses together, his arms still enclosing their bodies together, her pussy clenching around his softened shaft every so often.

———

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Can you something about our boy, chris evans being wanting to get married and have kids but he feels uncommitted. He dates a few women in the past and has done fake relationships. One day, Chris met reader at a party, he asked her out but reader straight out says no

Yes, No, Maybe...

A/N: I had this in my drafts! Like this exact thing! Omg did you hack my computer? I fixed it up and made it all good but thank you great request. 💕

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

You readjusted your dress in the mirror, fiddling with the fabric stretched over your boobs. There was no way to make your cleavage less prominent, so you decided to embrace it, avoiding any nip slips in the process. Turning to the side you were able to appreciate the curve of your body, your natural hourglass extenuated by the bodycon dress. You weren’t skinny by any means, but you loved how your curves filled out dresses. 

Your friend had given you a VIP access ticket to the Premiere afterparty for the new Barbie movie – it was the perfect event to bring out the pink bodycon midi dress that lived in the back of your closet. 

  Doing a final swipe of gloss over your lips, you exited the washroom and made your way to the bar hoping to find a familiar face. 

  “Hey stranger” you whistled at the bartender. Danny was one of your friends’ older brothers and before he was making you cocktails on nights out; he was buying you 6 packs of white claws when you were 15. 

  “Y/N! Where have you been girl?”

  “Working. How’s the fam?” 

  “Good, mom asks about you all the time... I’ll tell her you’re staying out of trouble.”

  “Please do, it’s been years since she had to pick me up from a house party gone wrong.”

  “Hope you haven’t gone boring on us… do you want your special drink to loosen you up?” 

  Your special drink. Danny had a talent of making you a drink that was sweet enough you couldn’t taste the alcohol but strong enough to make you pass out on the road after 5. And right now, seemed like the perfect time for your special drink.

  As Danny made your drink, you finally got a chance to look at your surroundings; music played in the background of the dimly lit room. Extravagant flower arrangements towered over tables; you made a note to steal one before you left for the night. Groups of influencers, movie stars and A-Listers hung around their respective friend groups. You felt a little uncomfortable, not a single person here looked like you. 

  “One special drink for one special girl.” 

  “Too good to me.” You leaned over the bar to kiss your old friend on the cheek as he placed the pink concoction on the table. 

  “More where that came from just ask.” He smiled and went back to cleaning glasses as you sipped the familiar drink and tried to get comfortable on the bar stool that had the area of cheese slice. Your thighs sat half on, half off the stool and you’d stand if your feet weren’t hurting from the heels you had on. 

  The bar was conveniently empty of patrons meaning you had time to play your sudoku and figure out how long you had until you could go home and put on your PJs. Uninterrupted. Until…

    CHRIS’S POV

  Another afterparty. It’s not like I hated them or anything but after the 5th or 6th they all seemed the same. Sure, they’d be in different cities, different venues but all the people were the same. 

  Same old brown nosing from people who think that because your whole life is on Wikipedia, they can act chummy with you after 5 minutes. 

  Same old C-List actress and their terrible attempt at flirting. God if I had a dollar for every girl who said they needed saving by Captain America I’d have the same amount of money I got from the whole series. They all looked the same as well – blonde, skinny, flat ass. First couple of times, sure, I’d try to get to know them, but they had the same amount of substance as white bread, and my acting skills only stretch so far in trying to seem interested. 

  I did a silent prayer that I didn’t have to bring along a date. I couldn’t go another night having to be paired with some questionable wannabe actress/model/influencer hybrid who couldn’t hold a conversation that wasn’t about how much free shit she got or her willingness to do absolutely anything for a role with a wink. Shuddering at the thought. 

  A good thing about afterparties was the booze. Free, unlimited, delicious booze. 

  “Maybe you’ll find her tonight ya never know.” I was pulled out of my train of thought by a harsh slap on the back from my buddy, Zach.

  “I can promise you bro the love of my life is not here, drunk as a skunk in a push up bra begging for a minor role to some sleezy director but thanks for thinking of me.”

  “Beggars can’t be choosers my man, but if you’re going to be ungrateful about the number of women who would trip over themselves to breathe the same air as you the least you could do is play wingman.”

  “Whatever you say, I’m getting a beer.”

  As I tried to slip through the crowd of people and avoid getting stopped for photos. Throwing in a couple of “Heyyyy’s” “How are ya’s” and “Good to see you’s” “Yeah of course we’ll chat just need a drink” I finally arrived at the bar which was conveniently off in a semi quiet corner.

  Waiters were walking around with champagne glasses and bottle service which was great for three reasons; it occupied the masses, meant the bar was empty and more beer for me.

  I waved down the bartender and settled myself on the all too small barstool. 

  “Can I please get a corona?” 

  “Of course, sir. Y/N you need another?” The bartender looked towards the girl next to me. 

  Holy shit. Y/N. 

  There she sat in all her glory; she looked out of place in the best way possible. The pink drink in front of her barely full. Her ass could barely fit on the child size barstool. The light casted a soft shadow on her cleavage. She was gorgeous. 

  “Gosh, yes please Danny.” She knew his name. Was he, her boyfriend? God, I hope not cause if so he just caught me blatantly staring at her. 

  He placed the cold beer in front of me with a wink. Gesturing for me to lean in close.

  “Good luck trying she doesn’t crack easily.” Ok great not her boyfriend. But also shit, he definitely saw me checking her out. 

  “I’ll do my best.” 

  I slide in the seat closest to her. She didn’t even look up from her phone. Sudoku. She was playing fucking Suduko in a club. Way to send a statement that you don’t give a fuck about the event at you’re at. 

  He placed a brand-new drink in front of her. 

  “What is that?” I gestured towards her drink.

  She locked her phone and looked up slightly dazed as she ran a hand through her volumed hair. 

  Y/N POV

  “It’s a secret.” Holy shit. I know who this is. I know. What’s his name… Brad? Sebastian? Holy shit how could I forget the sexiest man alive’s name. Why is he talking to me? Does he think I’m easy or something? 

  “May I?” Does he want to taste my drink? Like drink from the same glass as me? What the fuck?

  “Be my guest.”

  “Omg that’s delicious.”

  “That’s why it’s a secret.”

  “Chris.” He held out his hand. 

  Chris. Chris Evans. That’s it! 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand to be nice. The man had a reputation though. You had read all the gossip forums; knew he was a serial dater. Surely, there’s a reason if you’re that good looking and successful you hadn’t settled down yet. 

  You studied his face, he was far from young, but he had aged well, he clearly wasn’t trying to hide the grey specks in his beard or the soft wrinkles of his forehead. He wasn’t as intimidatingly big as you expected but broad and solid none the less. He smelt clean and expensive, and you hoped to God your hand wasn’t sweaty. 

  “So, what brings you here to play Sudoku?” Omg did he look at my phone? Shit that’s embarrassing.

  You chuckled lightly, “Just came for a friend… and the drinks of course.” You took a long sip of the yummy cocktail. 

  CHRIS’S POV

  “So, what do you do?” Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress. Please don’t say actress.

  “I manage a (dream workplace).”

“Wow that’s awesome for a second there I thought you were going to say-”

  “Actress. Yeah no.”

  “God you’re quick” He chuckled nervously, unsure of how he was going to crack her. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the fact that at this fancy schmancy event she was playing Sudoku at bar or that regardless of whether she could properly fit in the seat she sat so gracefully and confidently. How her dress hugged her curves, how she got a special drink at the bar because she was just so goddamn special. How every movement was sexy and smooth like she knew exactly who she is and didn’t question herself it for a moment. All he knew is that he wanted to know everything about her and to study ever curve on her body. 

  Y/N POV

  Feeling confident after your 2nd incredibly potent drink, you thought you’d take the opportunity to have some fun with him

   “How often do you do this?” You quizzed.

  Do what? Go to after parties?” Chris replied puzzled.

   “No, go up to random women at a bar”

   “Not often”

   “Bullshit”

   “Why bullshit?”

  You gave him a knowing look

   “Oh so someone likes to read gossip magazines.” he smirked and leaned closer 

  You held your hand to your chest “It’s my god given right as a woman to read trashy magazines”

  “No fair enough but that doesn’t mean they’re true...”

  “Hard to believe you‘d complain about getting pictured with models.” You scoffed, taking a long sip. 

   “Could I prove you wrong?”

  “Doubt it I’m always right” you took another sip, smirking into your straw

   “Then let me take you out”

  You laughed at the suggestion 

  “Chris, I can call you Chris right?”

   “Sure”

  “You’re handsome, successful, clearly there is something going on up there and as much as I’d love to have you sweep me off my feet one night, I also love the fact that me doing the walk of shame has never been put on the front cover of TMZ. So thanks but no thanks.”

  You got up to leave until he grabbed your wrist firmly but softly pulling you to face him. 

  You stood over him, him never letting go of your wrist. 

  “You think I’m handsome?” He crocked his head to the side in a knowing smirk.

  “This is ridiculous.” you rolled your eyes dramatically 

  “How about no walk of shame instead…dinner, privately, no cameras, no photographers… your favourite restaurant brought to you… whatever you want”

  “Whatever I want?”

  “Whatever you want. If I don’t manage to sweep you off your feet, you can go to all the rag mags and tell them Chris Evans is a douchebag.”

  You went to answer until a man came up behind you

  “Brooo there you are where the hell have you been?”

  Chris’s hand fell from your wrist and went to pinch his eyebrow.

  “Hey Zach, this is Y/N” gesturing towards you 

  “Hi nice to meet you sorry I was just leaving.” You scooted past his friend.

  “Wait... Y/N… I..” you disappeared into the crowd before he could finish. No way were you going to embarrass him and in turn yourself in front of his friend.

  “Bro she was… wow… don’t tell me you dropped the ball on that one.”

  “I didn’t… until you showed up.” Chris rubbed his face in angst

  “Shit dude I’m sorry… hey go get her she’s probably still here.”

  “Yeah.. yeah fuck you’re right.” He jumped from his seat and gave his friend a quick tap on the shoulder as he ventured into the crowd towards the exit pushing past bodies.

    You had made it downstairs and walked down the road a little, resting your head against the cold tile wall outside the club. 

  Taking in a deep breathe. Great. You blew it. Maybe you misjudged him. God he was so good looking as well! And smart and funny and charming. You got caught up in his façade, why would he ever want to be with someone like you? He was drunk and clearly out of his mind so he wanted to mess with you. Lucky you got out before you well and tru-“

  “Why so quick to run off?” there he was, hands in his pant pockets leaning towards the wall. 

  You gave a defeated laugh “I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

  “What’s so embarrassing about you?” He said, his face not flinching, seriousness laid in his voice. He seemed genuinely confused at the suggestion. 

  “I don’t know maybe because I wasn’t like every other skinny blonde in there.”

  “You’re right you weren’t…” He took a step closer

  “You’re better. Zach was pretty impressed with you; I just came down to avoid the teasing I’d get for the rest of my life if I managed to let you go without at least one date.”

  You tried to hide you’re smile as you looked away from his intense gaze.

  “There’s nothing embarrassing about you and if you would let me, I would like to take you on that date. And before you ask, no, I don’t do this often.”

  You looked up at the night sky, considering whether you’re about to make the worst or the best choice of your life.

  “Yes”

  “Yes?”

  “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

  “Good.” He passed you his phone and you entered your number, giving it back to him he immediately dialled it and put it towards his ear.

  “Just to be sure” he smirked at you.

  Your phone rang and you held it up to him “I got it.”

  “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then” He stepped close to you, you thought he was about to kiss you, so you stretched your neck out a little in anticipation towards his chin. 

  Bypassing your lips, he moved to your ear.

  “See you tomorrow” he kissed the skin between your ear and your cheekbone. Your body went hot at his touch.

  He walked backwards as you took a gulp at the sudden intimacy, trying to catch your breathe. 

  “Tomorrow”

  “Tomorrow”

  He fist pumped the air in a celebratory motion.

  You laughed at his gesture and gave him a little wave goodbye as you walked down the street to get a cab.

  “Tomorrow!” He screamed out at, drawing attention from loiters on the street. 

  God what have you gotten yourself into? 

Hey!! So I just watched the Grey Man yesterday and I had an idea… could you write a Lloyd Hansen x daughter reader story?? Like he is the trained hit man but he is also raising a toddler at the same time but people don’t know and he has to take her to the office and his co workers are shocked at how soft and gentle he can be. 100% your choice

hi! I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it!

summary - it's lloyd's turn to look after your kid.

warning - cuteness.

the gif I use isn't mine.

Lloyd ignored the looks he got when he walked into his office with his daughter on his hip. He walked over to his chair. Placing down the things his daughter needs and loves before he takes a seat, places her on his lap and smiles at her.

“Oh, munchkin. Don’t you look adorable! Why don’t we take a picture and send mummy a photo of your outfit? Huh?” He grins, booping her nose, his smile getting wider when she giggles. Lloyd takes his phone out, putting his face next to his daughters as he faces the camera toward them. His fingers tickle her chubby tummy causing her to let out giggles. “Say cheese, munchkin!” He snaps the photo and is in awe at how adorable she is.

“Just going to send this to mumma. Do you think she’ll like the bear outfit I picked for you?” He sends the photo, pressing a big kiss to her chubby cheeks. “Course she will. You look adorable!” 

She makes grabby hands at him, squishing his cheeks as she babbles. “Dada! Dada! Funny!” She giggles as she looks at his moustache. 

Lloyd raises his eyebrow, tickling her tummy. “You little! You think daddy's moustache is funny, huh?” He places kisses on her face before looking down at her lovingly. “I love you, munchkin. Remember that mumma and I will do whatever it takes to give you the world.”

thank you for reading!

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Chris or whoever of his characters makes his GF's birthday special because it hasn't been in a long time

Best Birthday Ever

A/N: A couple of things, Firstly, Chris, if you're reading this, this is my dream birthday. Secondly, rewatching glee so shameless plug for what I think is the best cover ever. Thirdly, the dress. OMG. Actually why am I spoiling this, read the story you're going to love it. That's all. TY 💕

The anxiety swirled in your stomach when a glorious bouquet of flowers arrived at your desk. You sighed opening the card already knowing who it was from.

1 day till the big day, get excited. Xo Chris

The big day in question was your birthday. You learnt long ago to not get excited about your birthday. Yeah you’ll get a gift from your mom, a card from your grandma and a bunch of flowers from your bestie and maybe if you’re lucky a few Happy Birthday texts from some friends but ever since your 21st birthday in which only 10 people showed up out of the 30 you invited all feigning excuses of being away, sick or celebrating some distant aunts wedding anniversary you have since tried to avoid making a big deal of the day all together. You found it best to just save yourself the embarrassment. 

Chris, on the other hand, had been buying a gift every day from the 1st of this month leading up to it. Chocolates, flowers, making special dinners, little, small gifts like jewellery, perfume, plants or quirky knick knacks for your desk. In his opinion, one day wasn’t enough for you and you need to celebrate the whole month. 

While you appreciated the gesture and enjoyed the curious enquiry with a subtle envy from the girls in your office about the beautiful bouquet. You really just wanted to snuggle on the couch with Dodger, watching a movie, maybe even get super crazy and crack open a pint of Ben & Jerry’s… birthday cake flavour of course. Besides, all your besties from college were scattered around the world and your family a good 12-hour flight away. 

You arrived home, throwing your keys in the bowl and shrugging off your coat. 

“Honey, that you?” Chris came bounding down the stairs, Dodger in tow. 

“Hey baby… did you get my surprise.” 

“I did thank you they were beautiful.” Closing the space between you, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“I want to skip my birthday.” You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. 

“Oh, come on baby, you’re not that old. Look at me! I found 10 more greys in my beard. 10! That’s 10 more since last week.”

You chuckled rubbing his beard into your hands.

“It’s not about getting old. It’s just the day itself is never that good for me.”

“Well, I’m going to change that.”

“Oh really?” You questioned him.

“Yeah really, tomorrow night we are going out.”

“Argh do I have to? Can’t we just stay in and watch that new Netflix movie.”

“No arguments. Please, you have to trust me on this.”  

“Ok, fine, I trust you.”

You wake up, to the soft singing of Happy Birthday, opening your eyes, there was your gorgeous boyfriend, in nothing but his boxers, holding a singular cupcake and lit candle in his hand in the doorway. You sat up as he walked towards you shielding the flame with his other hand. Dodger jumped on the bed, smothering you with kisses.

“Happy Birthday to you…” Chris finished his serenade.

“Make a wish beautiful.” You blew out the candle

You wished for the best birthday ever. 

He leaned down, grabbing your cheek, pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. 

Placing the cupcake on your bedside table.

“And now for the best part… Birthday sex.” He beamed. You couldn’t contain your giggles as he tackled you back down into the sheets. 

Your workday went by breezy with more cake, more Happy Birthday singing and more jokes about getting older but not wiser, 

That was until you got a string of calls:

The first from your mom saying she was sorry she couldn’t be there, but she’d bring your gift next time she sees you. 

Then from your best friend, who understandably, couldn’t go halfway around the world for a singular day but you should expect a package at your door. 

Then a group call from your college girlfriends who were either working or caught up with the kids but who had all pitched in to get you a voucher to your favourite restaurant and wanted to make sure you had a drink on them.

And finally, texts from your siblings and cousins, with Happy Birthdays and Love you’s but no promises to visit anytime soon. Ya know life is crazy busy etc. 

It was fine. Totally fine. You still had tonight with Chris. This thought didn’t stop you from shedding a few tears on the toilet at work. Why would you even assume that anyone in your life cared that much to travel to see you just for an irrelevant birthday. You were delusional. But after tonight the day was over and you didn’t have to go through this again for another year. 

At least they remembered, I guess. You sighed, wiping your eyes with toilet paper. 

You got home and continued your same routine, keys in bowl, coat on rack. But no Chris and just Dodger sitting at your feet.

“Where’s daddy Dodge?” The pup crocked his head in confusion, letting out a little whine.

Great. Not here. And not even a text. You figured he had a sudden work thing pop up and would be back shortly. 

You went upstairs to your bedroom, hoping to lie down before you had to get ready. When you noticed the large box on your bed with a card on top, addressed to you, naturally, it was your birthday after all and any box with a bow on your birthday is instantly yours.

You opened the letter, immediately noticing Chris’s handwriting. 

  Y/N, 

  Put this on. Car is arriving out the front at 7. Be ready by then. I had to pop out to run errands and will meet you at the restaurant. Love you, Chris. 

You thought it was sweet he got you a car, but you were a little disappointed he couldn’t take you there. Your disappointment quickly disappeared though when you saw the dress in the box. 

You gasped at the sight of the shiny dress with feathers on the hem. Holding it up, you didn’t even want to guess how much it cost, not to mention the matching bag and shoes that came with it in the box.

Excited to put on the opulent garment you jumped in the shower, taking your time getting ready knowing you had 2 hours, you blow dried your hair and used all your best makeup products. Finally, you slipped on the dress.

“OMG it has POCKETS!” You admired yourself in the mirror, repeating the action of slipping your hands in and out.

The tightness of the dress engulfed your curves, showing a decent amount of cleavage and the noticeable bump of your ass.

Chris definitely chose this dress.

You got a text on your phone telling you the car was out front, so you grabbed your bag, gave Dodger a kiss and made your way outside. 

The driver stood outside the black Mercedes. 

‘Happy Birthday ma’am.” He tipped his hat as he opened the passenger door, holding your hand as you scooted in carefully. “Thank you.” You smiled at him.

Champagne. Thank God. You gulped down the glass as you sat in anticipation of what Chris had planned. 

Finally, you arrived at the fancy bistro, making your way inside, the whole place was empty which was unusual for the Michelin star restaurant, on a Friday night none the less.

There he was. Sitting at a table right in the middle of the room. He looked drool worthy in his smart outfit, his khaki shirt slightly unbuttoned revealing his gold chain and a peak of his tattoos.

He finally looked up and caught your eye, jumping from his seat and straightening his tie, holding out his arms for you.

“There she is!”

He pulled your hand and spun you around, getting a full 360 of the dress.

“God, it looks even better on you.”

“I love it so much, thank you it’s the best gift ever” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“That’s not your surprise but I’m glad you like it.” 

  What else could this man have possibly install for you?

The waiter immediately brought out your starter. You sat and ate, devouring all your favourite foods cooked to perfection, platter by platter. 

Chris looked at his watch 8:32. 

“Shit we are late, come on, get up.” 

“What are you talking about, we haven’t even had dessert yet!”

Chris fumbled with his words “I’ve got something different planned for dessert come on.” He coaxed you out of your seat. You made your way towards the door you came through, Chris pulled on your arm back.

“No, we aren’t going that way, over here.”

Walking towards the back of the restaurant, Chris lead you towards an inconspicuous black exit door. 

“Chris we can’t go through here!”

“You wanna bet?” He said as he opened the door, revealing the best thing you have ever seen.

The door opened to a beautiful courtyard, covered in fairy lights. 

  In it stood:

  Your mom, 

  Your dad, 

  Your siblings,

  Your cousins, 

  Aunties, uncles, grandparents,

  Your whole friendship group from college with their significant others and kids. 

All of you and Chris's mutual friends.

  Heck, even your work friends. 

  And of course, 

  your best friend.

  All in one place, for you. 

“SURPRISE!”  They all shouted at you. 

You almost bowled over in shock but not before your bestie ran up and engulfed you in a hug.

“But you all said… I thought… with the travel… and the cost of plane tickets…and… you-“

“Chris flew us all over here, sorted everything down to accommodation, travel, babysitting, food even drinks!” She beamed, shaking a cocktail in her hand.  

“You did all this?” You turned around to your boyfriend, standing sheepishly, his hands behind his back.

“Yeah, it took a bit of rearranging and months of planning but yeah I did.” He smiled

You practically jumped on him, unable to wrap your legs around his waist due to the dress. He lifted you off the ground, hugging you back.

  “Thank you.” You whispered in his neck. 

  “Nothing’s too much for you babe.”

  “Best. Birthday. Ever. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“There’s one more thing.” He gestured to his right; a choir had formed into positions all dressed in black. 

And then they started to sing. 

Your favourite Glee cover. Sung by a professional choir. No fucking way. Tears started to well in your eyes from joy as you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist. You looked up at the beaming man who leaned close to your ear.

“Told ya to trust me.”

You spent the night, catching up with friends you hadn’t seen in months, drinking from bottles of expensive French champagne, dancing like crazy and telling Chris a billion times over how much you loved him. 

Your birthday extended all the way to 5am in the morning and you wondered how he was going to top this next year… 

Procrastinating

Your girl needed a break from her writing marathon and I saw this trend on the ticky tok ages ago and thought it would be so funny to do about my writing process. Enjoy 💕 Plenty of fics coming soon too babies 😘

I’m in Chwarge

A/N: Smashing out requests but here’s a little blurb in the meantime 💕☘️

You stood in front of the flashing lights, grinning though you couldn’t see anything. Chris’s hand tight on your waist as you both posed for the photo. The photographers started shouting “Chris solo shot! Girlie move!” So you took that as your cue to move away but before you could, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards him tightly. 

“Hey! where you going?”

“You need to get solos baby.” You rested a hand on his chest. 

“They don’t tell you what to do… I do.” With that he looked to the side at the crowd, grumbling at the audacity to tell his girl what to do. He put his hand between your faces, blocking the view as he placed a kiss on your lips, easing your mouth open with his tongue, he slipped his gum into your mouth, you felt the sudden minty taste on your tongue. You gasped, Chris pulled out with a smirk. His hand moved down your lower back, palming a handful of your ass. 

Leaning in closer to your ear “Meet me in my green room in 10. Got it?” You nodded a little, biting your lip. He pulled down his sunglasses a little, winking at you. 

He watched as you sauntered away, chewing casually, your hips moving in a hypnotising fashion. 

You didn’t look back but you heard his signature whistle at you.