Neighbours

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Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

"Chris."

"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."

"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"

"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."

"Good point I'm still traumatized."

"We all were" he laughs

"Chris did we move at all?"

"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."

"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."

"And exactly how is that."

"Mommys intuition."

"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted

Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"

"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."

"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"

"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."

"Me too."

"Well you know how we solve that?"

"No."

"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"

"Hon I am just focused on the road."

"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.

"Ok good point."

Within 2 minutes were back at home.

Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.

"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.

He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say

"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."

"I just want to help."

"Nothing I say will change things will it?"

"Nope."

"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."

"Got it."

That was easier than I thought," I thought.

"Mother knows best." He replies

"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."

"Because we are that in sync."

"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"

"Yes."

Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.

He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.

"Home sweet home baby girl."

We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.

"That was the cutest thing ever awww."

"I got it all on film baby."

"What?"

I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.

Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"

"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."

Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.

There was a moment of silence.

"Chris."

"Yea

"What do we do first with her?"

he pauses

"I dont know."

"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."

"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"

"I guess"

Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.

"She's still asleep how is this possible"

"I don't know."

"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."

We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.

Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention

"Why is she still in her carrier?"

"She's still sleeping."

"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."

We don't want to miss anything.

Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her

Me and Chris both pout

Now go. You two sleep while you can.

Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.

Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.

I love you he kissed my temple

I know

He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.

I let out a huge laugh.

"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.

"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when he's eating either."

"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."

"She likes you better."

"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only clscourse. And she doesn't like me better its just babyy moids." I don't know if that aching but its worth a shot to confort Chris.

"I know she loves yiu too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."

"Really."

"Yea. Right my little angel yiu love daddy too."

We turn on thr TV low and Chris put on C-span.

"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."

"Which one? I don't know."

We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.

His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.

"I'm tired"

"Sleep my love."

"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and

and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.

Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby

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Andy barber has a shy busty girlfriend, reader and one day, reader felt horny and visits Andy's office so he could fuck her.andy was busy with work, so reader decided to boob job and blow job him

Knock Knock

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI, boob job, blow job, cum, office sex

“Yeah.” He sounded dry and uninterested and you were sure your presence would change that.

Turning the knob, you slid into his office, standing in front of him in your tight navy “office” dress and black pumps. But he didn’t even look up at you until the silence lingered more than it should of and when he saw you his face fell into his hands with a sigh.

You put your hands on your hips, scoffing at his reaction.

Pressing his palms down on the oak table, he rolled out his chair and came around to you.

“Hey baby” his hands reached towards your waist, pulling you into him as he sat on the edge of the desk “it’s not a good time.”

“What do you mean it’s not a good time… look at me!” Your hands pulled away from his strong chest to gesture to your boobs.

He chuckled a little, eyes lingering on prominent cleavage “You look lovely, but I have a 500 page document of evidence I have to get through therefore it’s not a good time.”

You pouted at him running your hands along the lapels of his suit jacket. Biting your lip at the sight of him in a suit, slowly you fell to your knees

“Honey no come on get up.” You ignored his warnings as you slowly fiddled with his belt, he did nothing to stop you but looked at you with want behind his eyes.

“Don’t do this to me baby..” he groaned at you.

“You’re stressed I just wanna help.” You spoke as you undid his zipper, pulling his pants down to his ankles along with his briefs.

He signed, rubbing the wrinkles on his forehead “Go lock the door.”

You grabbed his cock in your hand feeling the weight in your hand, watching it grow thick and hard as you trailed the veins, kitty licking the tip, as you stick your tongue in the indent of his Vick desperate yo taste his salty pre cum

Laying out your tongue you took him into your mouth, letting it slide down your throat as you wrapped your lips firmly around his cock, moving around your hands to your back you slowly unzipped your top pulling down the sleeves and letting your tits fall with a sudden drop from the constraints of the fabric, never letting his cock fall from its place in your mouth.

Andy let’s out a breathy “Jesus Christ” at the sight in front of him, pulling him out of your mouth slowly with a pop so his cock slaps against your chin and bounces with its sheer mass, glistening with your saliva. Spitting on his length you wrapped as much as you could in your hand, rubbing it up and down letting a thick layer of wet marinate on his cock.

You raise your bare chest upwards, catching his cock between your large breasts, pushing them together with your hands, you sandwiched it in tightly.

Rocking back and forth on your knees you let his cock slide up and down your chest. You stuck out your tongue, letting the head graze the tip of your tongue with every thrust.

His hands threaded through your hair, pushing your chin further to your chest and supporting himself in your cleavage as he thrusted up and down, enjoying the sensation of sloppy skin against his cock. The way your tits heave up and down against his cock, you both working in unison to work towards his edge.

Getting insatiable and craving the feeling of his release, he took control slapping your hands away from your breast, taking over with his hands cupping your breasts. Roughly grabbing them in his calloused hands causing you to moan at the feeling of his touch finally on you. You leaned your head back, letting him take over as he used the crevice of your tits to chase his high.

His tip hitting your neck and thumbs grazing your nipples. The curve of his cock thrusting perfectly against the shape of your tits.

“I’m so close baby you feel so good wrapped around me.” You were panting at this point loving the way he used you for his pleasure, letting out his stresses on your body.

“Cum on my tits honey.” You purred at him. As he grasped his hand around his cock, pumping his release onto your now glistening chest.

He lurched forward, grasping your face in his hands desperate to taste you. His way of saying thank you. Gently easing you up onto your feet, still covered in his cum. He grabbed a few tissues from behind him, cleaning you up softly. “That was so good baby, God I needed that.” You chuckled softly at his praise, turning around and moving your hair away for him to zip you up. His pointer grazing the skin of your back and sealing the final zip with a soft kiss on your bare neck and turning you around to meet his face again.

Cupping your cheek and giving you a sloppy, deep kiss.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna work after this fuck.”

“Then don’t?” You toyed with his tie, tightening it back up to his top button.

He leaned backwards, pressing the intercom button.

“Hey Leanne, yeah I’m not feeling the best I’m going home cancel all my meetings.” You bit your lip, smirking at him as his hand rubbed the soft skin between your dress hem and knee.

“Let’s get out of here shall we?”

“Maybe I should come over more often.” You pondered out loud.

“No because then I’d get fired.” He grabbed his jacket off his chair slapping your ass out of the door.

Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time. 

Because they were right. 

Like always. 

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious. 

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been. 

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was. 

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory. 

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage.  The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it. 

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door. 

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm. 

CHRIS’S POV 

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight? 

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me. 

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous. 

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks. 

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.” 

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too. 

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect. 

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it. 

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.  

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows. 

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it. 

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you. 

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”  

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned. 

“Gladly.” He smirked. 

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city. 

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.” 

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car. 

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down. 

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”  

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours. 

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms. 

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you. 

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light. 

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen. 

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.”  The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

 You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!” 

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair. 

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.  

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.” 

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.  

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders.  Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you. 

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket. 

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes. 

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you. 

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”  

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy. 

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”  

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.” 

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces. 

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.” 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you. 

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms. 

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Silence Speaks

A/N: Another short one, but recent events surrounding Someone's social media "unfollows" of friends and the questions that raised helped to develop this piece. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Another work of fiction. It’s made up. Seriously, no crystal ball in use or any “insider” knowledge from any “sources”.

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Was it hypocrisy? 

Was it stupidity?

Was it ignorance?

Was it arrogance?

You couldn’t fathom how this situation had unfolded. You’d met at a friend’s Halloween party over a decade ago, and had kept in touch through DMs and texts, always being wary of the public getting any crumbs of your friendship. It was an easy camaraderie that often involved flirtatious comments, whether he or you were dating others or if you both were single, but you’d never crossed the line between friends and more.

At this moment you were glad you hadn’t. You hadn’t originally believed the rumors. Even the chatter among friends couldn’t confirm the existence of an actual relationship, or if it was yet another booty call or, as was becoming commonplace, a “PR” relationship. Then uncomfortable pictures of a public walk and awkward videos of childish behavior surfaced. You still couldn’t figure out what it was, despite articles saying they’d been together for months, even years according to some, all claims that went unsupported by named sources. You were left to your own thoughts, and having seen him in love and in relationships before, couldn’t help but notice how little the current situation resembled those previous interactions.

But you wanted to believe he’d found his “one”, even if it wasn’t you and you had to live with the specter of lost opportunities. Your friend’s happiness was important to you, and so you wished for his sake it was real. That maybe he hadn’t confided in you or those who’d been his friends even longer to keep it private, to protect it, to give him and her time to develop something lasting. 

The age difference bothered some in your group, and you understood the feeling. He even knew what you’d gone through - your father’s second wife was closer to your age than his, and that difference, while not obvious at first, resulted in his second divorce. You couldn’t help but remember your self-absorbed stepmother’s words when you’d confronted her as she left their house for the last time, leaving behind your heartbroken father: “I married a man who was supposed to take me places and make me the center of his world and take care of me, not expect me to be his housekeeper and cook while I watch him grow old.”

Your attention was drawn down to your phone screen as it vibrated again with yet another text message coming in from someone in your friend group. You’d been part of this group chat for years, but now were the focus of it for reasons beyond your control. The screenshots of comments her friends had made might have triggered many in your group, but they were far more personal to you. You felt as though you were being bombarded with hate about your religion, your ancestry, and even your stature, and while you always wanted to give people the benefit of the doubt, the revelations without any word of defense from her or claims about not agreeing with such comments or hatred or lines of thought were being interpreted as her endorsement.

That isn’t what bothered you. She was no one of importance to you yet, and at this point you had no interest in associating with her. What did bother you was his silence. You knew he’d seen the texts as well - he was, after all, part of this group chat. And while he’d publicly released photos of them together and not made any statements to contradict the reports of their relationships, which the public took as him “claiming” her as someone of seriousness to him, he also hadn’t made any public statements to refute her and her friends’ online behavior, leaving many to associate him with those viewpoints by default.

While you understood his need to have his long-time friends treat him no different after all this time, for you this situation was far more than whether he was or wasn’t in a relationship. It was personal on a very basic level, and you had been wrestling with the thought that you’d need to distance yourself from this group of friends, many of whom had become family to you, knowing they’d been friends longer with him than you and expecting at least a few of them to protect him during all this hoopla.

Some obviously did, at least in public, befriending the newcomers, liking and commenting on their posts, and so on. Some stayed silent but were still caught up in the circus when he unfriended them on his social media accounts, something quickly picked up on by fans. Others who’d never followed him were able to stay in the background, and still others like you had always been able to maintain their anonymity by keeping their social media accounts set to private, never having the need to be followed by strangers. 

Regardless of their social media interactions, you were pleasantly surprised by those who’d directly asked him in the group chat what he was thinking, advising him as to how it would impact the perception of those who didn’t know him. A few even questioned if the group as a collective was condemning or condoning his silence, noting how they individually were feeling targeted by her group’s comments and openly questioning if others felt the same way. Those same few had reached out, one or two privately to check in on your mental well-being and be one another’s support system, the other few in the group chat asking if you were okay.

He never responded in the chat to any of the back-and-forths. He didn’t answer any of the questions directed at him. You knew from those few who’d reached out to you that he didn’t check in with them either, leaving them feeling disgruntled, as though they weren’t as worthy as others of his concern or time.

You didn’t blame them, finding yourself in a similar position. He hadn’t been in touch with you. Not a phone call. Not a voicemail. Not a text or a DM. Not even a response to others pointedly asking in your friends’ group chat. Nothing but silence.

In light of present circumstances, his lack of contact brought to mind a quote from the Greek philosopher Plato: “Your silence gives consent.” It was used often by a favorite teacher during lessons about World War II and how certain groups came to power to commit horrific atrocities, but you’d learned through the years it could apply to many situations, including the one you were experiencing now. 

Your phone vibrated with another text. It was an invitation to a gathering at one of the friends’ homes, sent to everyone in the group chat. For a moment you had to think. Was it a birthday party for one of the groups’ offspring? One of the couples’ anniversaries? Celebrating someone’s new job? Maybe it was to watch the playoff games together while planning for the annual Super Bowl gathering in a few weeks. 

No matter the reason, you hesitated to respond. You knew facing some of the group would be an emotional minefield given their recent choices, yet part of you craved the comfort of time with good friends. 

While you struggled to find the appropriate words, the first response popped up. It simply asked one question.

“Are we going to discuss the elephant in the room?” 

The answer from the host who’d sent the invitation surprised you.

“Abso-f-ing-lutely! Time to clear the air before the Super Bowl.”

Your question as to the nature of the invitation was answered. It was none of the above. You still hadn’t responded, waiting for others to.

“Evans, spoke to your mom. She said you’re coming home for a few days. Since you’re riding the elephant, you in?”

You laughed out loud. The latest text was from one of the few who’d reached out to you, who’d shared their personal agita with much of the situation, and their concern over his lack of response. As your father would’ve said, there were no flies on that friend.

You waited. Other responses appeared on your screen. Some from the same ones to have befriended the newcomers seem to take offense at the comments directed at him. Some just sent smiley faces and confirmed they’d be there, and a few sent GIF responses, the best of which was the scene from “The Devil Wears Prada” where Stanley Tucci’s character warns everyone to “gird their loins”.

The response you were waiting for still hadn’t appeared.

Instead, you had another message pop up on your screen. From him. Not as part of the group chat. You were the sole recipient. 

You froze, as if he could see you through the phone’s camera.

“Y/N? Hey, haven’t talked in a while. Sorry I haven’t been in contact - been straight out with filming and stuff.  Are you going this weekend? I really want to talk to you before everyone gets together.”

The underwhelming tone of the text struck a nerve. That “stuff” didn’t keep him from ensuring pictures made their way onto social media or contacting other friends who had no qualms about sharing that he’d reached out to them. That “stuff” didn’t seem to stop him from liking and commenting on others’ posts or sharing the ones he had. That “stuff” did however seem to keep him too busy to ask about your life, to check in with you about how you might be feeling, to even indicate a like or leave a comment on a picture on your social media posts. In essence, that “stuff” illuminated the reality your relationship was more one-sided than perhaps you’d wanted to admit. 

You answered quickly before mulling your words over.

“What do you want to talk about?”

No niceties, no questions about his latest project or Dodger or his family or his love life or even if he was going to be there now that his friends knew he was in the area. Your curt wording was out of sorts for you, and you hoped he would sense something was off-kilter.

“Honestly, I’m hoping to see a friendly face there. Sounds like some in the group are a little pissed off at me, and I’m not sure why. Hoping you can help me get them to understand a few things. And I miss you.”

You would have been less shocked if he’d poured ice water over you, and the low self-esteem you grappled with for years started to make itself known. You started reading into the spaces between his words. He didn’t actually want to spend time with you. He was looking for someone to hide behind when called out by your friend group. Someone who checked the boxes, because you did, and if you defended him, it would go a long way into smoothing things over with people he’d been closer to for longer than you’d been around. 

The worst part? He knew your history. You’d discussed it over the years - your social anxiety making the process of establishing new friendships almost painful, your self-esteem being something you’d grappled with for years, and your past history of finding yourself in friendships with people whose actions and words over time not only revealed they were far less invested in the friendship than you, but that you “checked a box” to help their social standing.

You could feel your heart breaking over the thought that he was just like those others. That he had only befriended you, flirted with you, had interacted with you, because your friendship made him look better to others instead of wanting to be in your life and have you in his in some capacity that was more than superficial.

“Y/N? So are you going?”

You couldn’t find the words. You didn’t respond to his message. Instead you opened a new text message and send a quick response to the host. “I’ll be there. I think we all deserve some answers… and to know where we all stand.” You got a thumbs up emoji as a response.

Another text message, again from him.

“Hey, I know you read my message. I can see it. I also know you just texted that you’re going. I want to just talk to you before the get-together. Please. Talk to me. Please.”

You started typing.

“I’ll see you there, Chris. No need to talk before.” And to drive your point home, you added a picture of Plato and the quote to your response.

You saw the three dots appear, then disappear. Before they could reappear, you shut your phone off, and let your silence speak for you.

Imagine

Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs

https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0580/0837/1362/articles/70_ff3f59ef-5c8a-48fc-a4b1-4435c34c0f82.png?v=1636438945 thats how i imagine then, honestly idk The size

And I wanna say that I love your writing and that I’m proud of you<3

Favourite Pillows

A/N: Aww I’m proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute. 

The Pic:

You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadn’t come home.

They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.

You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.

Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses

“Can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m coming.” He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.

He whistled while he took off his clothes “Dodger. Bed.” With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.

“More room for me now.” Chris smirked at you.

You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.

“Now this is why I like when we film in Boston.” He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.

With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.

“Big day?” You enquired.

“I am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.” His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.

You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.

In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.

What do you think about Before We Go? Do you like it?

Chefs kiss 😘

Mama Lisa 👀// What did she do?

Cole gives me nice, sweet, caring, healthy, loveable, trustworhty boyfriend vibe. (Far far away from that walking redflag Chris Evans)

I am actually LOWKEY excited for this movie and sweet little Cole!

Cole is the type of boyfriend who....

You say you liked flowers but he doesn’t know what kind so he buys you 5 different types then shows up at your door with them

"I didnt know which kind you liked so I brought all the white ones cause you were wearing white a lot lately... some of them have pink though because I know that's your favourite colour but not hot pink more subtle pink, anyways let me know which is your favourite for next time."

He wont let your shoes touch the puddle so picks you up and carries you over it

Buys you tickets to a concert to some random band because one time you sung to their song on the radio at the top of your voice

Remembers how you like your coffee even though its a very specific complex order that not even Baristas get right all the time

Makes your bed for you but doesn’t half ass it like actually knows how you like the pillows arranged and does it to perfection

Lets you use his wrist to swatch lipsticks at Sephora

Carries around tissues because you know you have allergies so when you sneeze he can pull them out of his back pocket at any time

Holds your hair while you throw up after a big night, rubbing your back in soft circles.

"Better in then out, let it all out honey... hey... hey its ok... yeah you still look pretty."

Lets you lay your head on him even if it's uncomfortable for him he refuses to move or get up knowing you're comfortable

"This okay?" You look up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Perfect." He smiles down at you.

Can I get a sweet fluffy Andy like anything Andy no Laurie (I ignore she exists anyway lol) but sweet Andy couple stuff

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope this is exactly what you needed angel. ✨💕

What to Wear

Summary: You cant find a shirt that fits but Andy's always there to help. BigChested!Reader X Andy Barber

Warnings: Fluff

Too tight. Too loose. Too small. Too… awkward.

You huffed in mirror, trying to find a top for your date night with your boyfriend, Andy.

“Honey you ready yet?” Shit, he was going to find you in the wardrobe, a sweaty mess with clothes thrown everywhere.

“Just a second!”

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from frustration. Nothing fit over your chest properly and you simply just wanted to look classy and cute for your date, but your only choices were Hooters waitress or Grandma muumuu.

“Honey, is something wrong… I’m going to come in, okay?” the door slid open to Andy with a look of concern on his face. He looked gorgeous as ever in a button up with the sleeves rolled up, his take on casual was taking off his tie and rolling up his sleeves after work and God did it look good on him.

“Oh, baby what’s all this?” He looked at you slouched down in the chair, in the only comfortable lace black bra you own, clothes and hangers strewn over the floor. You covered your face with your handing hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your tear-stained cheeks.

“Nothing fits Andy! Nothing unless you want to take out Pamela Anderson...” You pulled up the red bodysuit that was barely a top and more loke a thin piece of fabric. “…Or Paula Dean!” in your other hand the overly floral button up that looked like a sack on you, was far too big and managed to cover any sign of curves on your body.

He moved closer crouching down at the chair in front of you “Well if its ok with you, I’d like to take you out and I don’t mind what you’re wearing now.” He traced a finger over the lace covering your breast.

“This is a bra, Andy!”

“Well, it’s a very nice bra.” He inched his face, putting his palm on your cheek washing away any residue of tears.

“Hey, I don’t care what you wear, I know what you look like, and I love you… hell I think you look good in one of my shirts – why don’t you try one of them on?”

You had worn Andy’s button ups before around the house from time to time. The expensive shirt was soft against your skin and the buttons didn’t gape over your chest.

Andy hopped up and started sifting through the racks of shirts, pulling out an off white slim fit button up.

“I’m no fashion stylist but this will go with your jeans… try it on.”

You were hesitant but took the shirt from him, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly pulled it across your shoulders. Your arms weren’t tight within the fabric as they usually catered to Andy’s large biceps.

“Here let me help.” He buttoned up the shirt starting from the bottom, one by one, grazing the skin of your stomach ever so softly.

“I think it’d look better without the bra but that’s just me.” He smirked

Bra-less was not an option for you given the fact your breast weren’t naturally perky but it warmed your heart that he didn’t care.

“Ok let me finish it off” Once the last button was done showing a hint of cleavage, you tucked once side into your jeans and zipped them up. Readjusting the gold necklace Andy got you for your birthday so the pendant sat in the valley of your chest.

You finally got a good look of yourself. You looked amazing.

Andy came up behind you as you admired your figure in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think it looks better on you.” He whispered in your ear lips grazing your lobe, eyes never leaving the reflection of you two in the mirror.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror for the first time in months.

“I think we should leave now before I decide I want you to myself for the rest of the night.” Andy’s grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around to face him.

“Ok let’s go.” With a quick kiss on his lips, you finally found something to wear. As well as a new favourite shirt.