I'm Just An Assistant: Pt. 6 - Lost Hope
i'm just an assistant: pt. 6 - lost hope
I’m Just An Assistant Series: Pt. 6 - Lost Hope
Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader
Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! My creativity tank is very low these days lol thank you for waiting for me :)
W/C: 5.1k
Warnings: sexual tension, talk of sex, Chris gets a little handsy (but like... in a consensual way). things get kind of emotional and angsty. I think maybe this would be considered a cliffhanger? But i'm not sure lol. As always, let me know if i missed anything :)
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The smell of hot breakfast (something with eggs and probably pancakes knowing Lisa) wafted up the stairs, stirring you from a peaceful sleep. Despite your stomach grumbling, you refused to move a muscle.
You could hear Chris’s steady breathing. You could feel it tickling against your neck, his body curled around yours, and you couldn’t move. You were afraid that one little tick of your muscles would stir him, and then whatever magical dream world you’d been living in since you entered this room last night would come to an end.
And you certainly weren’t ready for that.
You wanted to stay locked away in this room forever, stealing secret moments and sweet kisses from Chris. You wanted to memorize the small constellation of freckles on his nose and count the flecks of green hiding in the blues of his eyes.
The second that door opened, the seal would be broken and you’d be thrust back into the hectic nature of Chris’s life and honestly, you weren’t sure where that would leave you. Personally or with Chris.
He’d told you to relax and stop overthinking and that whatever happens, happens, but your mind wouldn’t stop turning. Was this just a matter of convenience? You just happened to be snowed in together and the second you left, things would go back to ‘normal’? Whatever the fuck normal even means for the two of you these days.
You didn’t think Chris would treat you like that. It didn’t seem like something he would do. Based on the things he whispered to you last night, that wasn’t how he felt.
But you weren’t… dating. There was no clarification on that.
Were you supposed to be affectionate in front of his family now? Were you supposed to be keeping that to yourselves?
There were so many unanswered questions flying around inside of your brain, it was hard to keep them all straight.
You were so focused on filing away these questions in your mind that you didn’t notice Chris had already begun to stir in the bed behind you.
A large hand slid up your abdomen and underneath your tank top, slowly inching up to cup your breast. Chris kneaded softly, sucking in a soft breath that morphed into a moan. “God, I could do this all day.”
You laughed, shaking your head, and sinking back into the cradle of his large body. Chris grinned against your neck, his lips pressed lightly against your skin as a sigh of contentment fell from your mouth.
There was no way you’d be able to look Chris in the face if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you.
Chris’s hand traveled up and down your side, his fingers dragging lightly against your skin. “I can hear the gears turning. What’s going on in that head?”
You smiled softly, melting a little at just how well he knew you. “I don’t know. A lot. I’m not really sure where to start.”
He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Start with the simplest one.”
You pondered your answer in silence for a moment, letting your eyes drift shut as Chris soothed your worried mind with soft kisses.
“Anything?” He asked quietly.
“What’s going on with Lacey?”
That one seemed simple enough. He said that it wasn’t anything romantic, but there was definitely interest from at least her side. If something was happening between you and Chris, you wanted details about the potential threat.
A small part of you expected Chris’s body to tense or for him to give you the runaround, but he just continued his never-ending trail of kisses before pausing to answer. “Well, you already know that she’s a donor. She um— she was the date that I had when I came back from New York. I think we both knew there wasn’t anything there. She asked if we could grab drinks to go over some stuff for the fundraiser and I said yes. That’s all. Nothing romantic. At all.”
You could feel the tension ease off of your sternum, sighing with relief that there wasn’t anything going on between them. Ever since that email came through, you’d been worried that he was leaving something out, but it really was just as simple as he promised. Drinks and fundraiser talk.
You almost hated how thankful you were for that.
“Okay?”
You nodded, “Okay.”
“Good. Next.”
You let out a small laugh, once again becoming distracted by his lips against your skin. “I— um. Are we supposed to be like affectionate in front of people now? I’m not sure I’m ready for that. You’re kind of a big deal, ya know? That’s a lot of pressure.”
Chris chuckled, “I know it’s a lot. We can take this at whatever speed you’re comfortable with. If you want to hide it for 10 years, we’ll hide it. If you wanna scream it from the rooftops, I’ll bring the ladder.”
Your heart fluttered at the mention of a future with him.
“I think just between us is perfect for now.”
“Us as in us? Or us as in family can know but not the press or social media.”
“The former,” you answered, pursing your lips. “I think? Is that okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“I just— I feel like we have so much to—“
Chris interrupted you, “Honey, you don’t need to explain yourself to anyone. Especially me. ‘Kay?”
You nodded, melting against his body. “Okay.”
Though you appreciated what he was saying, you did wish that he would let you explain. There was just too much the two of you needed to figure out before you were kissing and hanging all over each other in front of Lisa. You couldn’t field questions from his family before you knew the answers yourself.
Before you could continue your laundry list of questions, a soft knock sounded on the door. “Is everyone decent?”
You laughed at Scott’s question, rolling away from Chris’s arms as he pushed himself out of bed, throwing on a shirt.
“Everyone’s decent,” Chris called out, tossing the comforter over your chest so you were covered, earning an eye roll from you.
Scott pushed the door open, poking his head through. “Breakfast is ready. If you guys aren’t in a hurry to get back, we’re planning on taking the kids up the hill to sled. If you wanna join.”
You shot up. “Sledding?! I’m in. Shit, wait. I don’t— Dammit! I don’t have any clothes.”
Chris grinned, shaking his head. “We’ll figure it out. If you wanna sled, we’ll figure it out.”
Scott pinched his lips together, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and Chris with a smug look on his face. He totally knew that something was happening.
But then again, doesn’t everyone say that anyway? People assumed you and Chris were dating or hooking up before his hands had made their way down your pants, so what does anyone actually know?
“Okay,” you smiled, ignoring the way that Scott basically started planning your wedding in his mind.
“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. But breakfast is on the table.” He disappeared from the threshold, pulling the door shut behind him.
“I almost forgot how much you loved sledding.”
“Who doesn’t love sledding, Chris? It’s sledding.”
His eyes narrowed in your direction. “This… Isn’t satire?”
Grabbing one of the pillows from the bed, you chucked it at his head. “No! I’m being serious, sledding the best!” You hopped out of bed, snagging your toiletry bag from your suitcase, and practically ran out of the door, eager to eat so you could spend this snowy fall day with Chris and his family.
“The kid came out of nowhere,” You grumbled, tucking the small sled underneath your arm as Chris chuckled from behind you.
“You tackled a teenager.”
Rolling your eyes, you dragged your feet through the snow, walking away from the snowy hill. Chris thought that maybe it was a good idea to head back to Lisa’s house after your last ride down the hill. A cocky teenager challenged you to a race that you had zero intention of losing.
Chris warned you not to, but then Scott chimed in and double-dog dared you, so you had to.
“He was like nineteen.”
“Teen.” He emphasized, earning another eye roll from you.
It wasn’t your fault that he lost control of his sled and slid right in front of you! It also wasn’t your fault that you landed on top of him. Chris decided that maybe it was time to leave after you told the teenager those exact words. There might’ve been a few expletives sprinkled within the statement, but hey, your ribs were burning something fierce because of how hard you hit him. He deserved it.
Trekking back through the snow was no easy feat given you’d come to Lisa's unprepared for a weekend in the snow and had to borrow clothes from Chris. His sweats were cuffed several times at your ankles to make them an acceptable length.
“Semantics,” You responded, waving your hand at him dismissively.
He laughed, looking over his shoulder before reaching over and threading your fingers together.
Your eyes jumped down at the connection, a swell of nervous excitement rolling through your stomach. On one hand, this crush had been developing for Chris rapidly over the past couple of months, but you never thought it would go beyond that. You hadn’t planned or prepared for hand-holding or falling asleep with the feeling of his hands on your body permanently etched onto your skin.
There was no need to panic and plan for the future because you’d assumed there wouldn’t be one.
But now that you were walking with Chris’s hand in yours, you weren’t sure how to react.
You wanted to hold on and pull him close, savoring the warmth of his body on such a cold day. But there was also an overwhelming sense of insecurity that made you want to rip your hand away and take a generous step to the side. You never had to worry about comparing yourself to the women Chris brought around before, but now it was all you could seem to focus on.
How would everyone compare you to the models and actresses he’d been seen with before? What would the press write about you? What would his fans say?
There was so much to consider and normally you did it with a clear mind. Now, Chris was fogging your brain and distorting all logic because you were the person involved now. You weren’t figuring this out with his team… His team would be figuring it out with you in mind.
“You look like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.”
“I think I am,” you responded quietly, swallowing past the knot forming in your throat.
Quickly, Chris released your hand, shooting over a smile in an attempt to reassure you that it was okay. But you didn’t miss the flash of hurt through his eyes. Your stomach sank, worried that you might be ruining this already.
“Chris, fuck, I’m sorry.” You reached out to pull him to a stop. “I know that I’m overthinking this. I just– this is a lot and your fans are a lot and I’m not trying to screw whatever this is up already. I jus–”
With a small smile, Chris wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you toward the giant oak tree just a couple of feet away, a few brown leaves still clinging onto the branches for dear life. This snowstorm seemed to take them by surprise as well.
He did a quick sweep of the area around you before gently easing you back against the tree, the snow-dusted bark sending a chill down your spine despite the four layers of clothing that separated you from the tree.
“I need you to take a deep breath.”
Your confused look was met with raised eyebrows as Chris stared down at you expectantly.
Doing as you were told, you breathed in a lungful of cold air, watching the small cloud dissipate around you as you exhaled. “There.”
“Now,” he smiled, his hands settling on your shoulders. “Now I need to kiss you and then we’ll continue the conversation.”
Your smile matched his as his gloved hand slid up the side of your neck, lingering just below your hairline.
“Is that okay?”
“Is anyone watching?”
Chris peeked around the tree with a grin, then shook his head. “Nope.”
“Okay,” you breathed, your eyes dropping to his lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them. “That’s fine with me.”
His grin shifted from sweet to wicked, blue eyes flashing with the memories of his hands on you last night. You could read it all over his face. The heat, the desire.
The want to do it again.
Chris’s head dipped down, his lips pressing against yours softly like he was testing the waters. Given your hesitation to be out in the open with whatever this is, you understood.
But the second his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hands flew around his neck, pulling his body as close as you could get it. As much as you wanted to keep this between just the two of you, the thought of keeping your hands to yourself now or literally any moment that you’re together in the future felt like torture.
You could feel the smirk on his lips as they worked against yours, tongues sweeping together, sloppy, desperate, and searching for more.
A small whimper built in your throat, and Chris groaned, the grip he had on your neck tightening. The heat from the kiss warmed your body, shielding you from the cold outside and you could have melted away with the snow right in his arms.
He pulled away, his face strained as you separated, like it was just absolute torture to be without your lips on his.
You definitely understood the sentiment.
“Okay,” He breathed, “Now that we have that settled, we can talk.”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart.
It didn’t help.
Nothing would help.
Because Chris was standing so close to you that his breath tickled your hairline and warmed your skin as it fanned across your face. His hand still weighed heavy on your neck, attempting to massage the tension away.
The reminder of the words whispered in your ear and the way his fingers slid so easily against you had your core throbbing with want and your thighs clenching against the leg he had resting between them.
He quirked an eyebrow, that fucking smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he figured out what you were doing. “You’re making it really hard to concentrate, honey.” Chris’s voice was low and gravelly.
“I’m sorry,” You squeaked, clearing your throat as your cheeks burned.
“Don’t be.” A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest and against yours.
You released a shuddering breath, focusing your gaze on the cloud of air that formed and dissipated as you exhaled instead of the inferno blazing behind Chris’s eyes.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” You rasped.
Chris let out another laugh, taking a step back and leaving you out of breath with shaky knees as you mourned the loss of his body heat. But you needed the distance.
There was zero chance of a coherent conversation happening if you stayed pressed together like that.
You knew that now was the time to voice all of your concerns to Chris. To tell him how conflicted and slightly insecure you were feeling. That you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle the pressure of constantly comparing yourself to any woman he’s ever held a conversation with.
But you just couldn’t.
Normally, you’d be able to take a step back and breathe, you’d be able to clear your mind from a neutral mindset.
How many times over the past decade have you given one of his girlfriends a pep talk about how stunning she was and the girls in the past had nothing on her? You hadn’t exactly been telling the truth on a few occasions, so what the hell was stopping you from lying to yourself like that?
Chris removed the black glove from his hand, stuffing it into his pocket. His fingers traced against your jawline gently, blue eyes tracking the movement. Your heart thudded harder against your ribs as you recognized the emotion that flashed across his face.
Awe.
He cupped your chin, thumb brushing against your bottom lip and Chris looked as though he was committing everything to memory. Like he’d never get the chance to look at you like this again. Like he was lucky to be the one gliding his fingers over your cold skin.
It didn’t make sense to you.
Chris was the celebrity after all. He was sought out and labeled by every website and magazine as THE bachelor. The man that everyone should want.
You were just an assistant.
Always the person in the background, never the person in the spotlight. It didn’t suit you.
You weren’t someone who could just take whatever the media had to say about you with a grain of salt. You would absorb everything and take it to heart. There was no facing it as Chris did. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. Just a deep spiral that ended with you drowning in a vat of insecurity.
Sure, the two of you could always attempt to keep it a secret, but after spending so much time in the industry, you knew the ins and outs. You knew everything. No secret relationship ever stayed secret for long. And nothing would be the same after. Nothing.
You’d have to quit your job and if you quit your job, you’d have to move back home because there was no way you’d be able to stay in Boston or near his family. It would be too hard and then–
“Were you planning on including me in this conversation or should I excuse myself?” There was a playfulness to Chris’s tone, but you could easily spot the concern swimming in his eyes.
“I just–” you sighed, shaking your head as your eyes fell shut for a moment. “I need you to understand that whatever hesitation I have about this–” You lifted your hand to gesture vaguely between the two of you, “It has nothing to do with you. And everything to do with me. I just–”
The words got caught in your throat. It was hard admitting to yourself that you weren’t as confident as you put on most of the time. Let alone, Chris.
“I really like you, Chris. And what happened last night… I mean… Fuck. It was amazing,” You huffed out a laugh, looking up at Chris and finally meeting his eyes. “And I really want to keep it going, but–”
“You don’t want people to know.” He was smiling, but you could see the hurt in his features. Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single time that Chris had been on this side of the conversation. He was always the one pleading for someone else to be the secret.
Your gloved hands gripped his biceps, your eyes pleading for him to understand what you were struggling to say. “But not because of you. I mean–” You shook your head. “Yes, because of you. But not because of you.” Everything was coming out wrong.
The right words were within your grasp, you could feel them dancing on the tip of your tongue, but they just wouldn’t come out.
“I just need time. We need time to figure out what’s happening and where we want this to go. We need to figure out what we mean to each other and how we’re going to navigate literally everything. Work, life, the press. I need to figure out if I have what it takes to–”
“I’m gonna kiss you.”
Your mouth clamped shut, brows dipping together in confusion. “What?” “Sorry. Can I kiss you?”
Your eyes bounced between his for a moment before you nodded, Chris wasting approximately half a second before his lips pressed against yours.
Before you can even savor the taste of him on your tongue, he was pulling away. “I need you to listen to me, okay?”
You swallowed against the dryness of your throat, nodding once more.
Chris’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, one gloved and one not. “I need you to understand that I will take you however I can get you. I will savor whatever you have to offer. You will hear no complaints from me. In private, in public, on the clock, off the clock. Today, tomorrow, two months from now.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Strictly as friends if that’s what you decide. This is going at whatever pace you want it to. Yeah?”
The best you could do was nod, Chris’s confession stealing anything intelligent right out of your lungs.
“If you tell me that you want me to shout it from the rooftops, it’s done. If you tell me that you never want another soul to know, done.”
“But what about you and how you feel?” You countered. “What about what you want?” You loved that Chris was so considerate of your feelings but you’d be a fool if you didn’t also consider how this would make him feel.
But all he did was shrug. “All I want is you. And if that comes in stolen kisses when no one is watching and secret moments in a crowded room, then that is what I want.”
His words melted your heart and weakened your knees, tears forming in your eyes. “Promise?”
Chris’s lips pressed lightly against the tip of your frozen nose. “Promise.”
You smiled, ignoring the way your nose burned as you blinked back the tears. “I just need time. Time to… Figure out whatever is happening in my head and wrap my brain around the fact that this is even happening in the first place.”
“I know,” He responded quietly. “I’m okay with keeping this a secret. For as long as you need me to. But we’re probably gonna have to tell my mom after a while.”
“Of course.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lisa will be the first to know. I think– I think that maybe right now all of this feels like a little bit of a fever dream. Like the second we get back to Boston, we’ll just… Move on. Things will go back to how they were and that’ll be it. And I don’t know if I can handle that.”
It was easy to see the way Chris’s eyes darkened with lust when he was standing this close. “Trust me, Y/N. This is very real. And now that I’ve had just a little taste, I have no intention of letting you go. In fact, we should get going.”
“Right now?” You asked.
“Right now.” His lips found yours once more, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. An unspoken promise that more was to come. “Because one little taste was not enough. I need you laid out in front of me with that pretty little pussy showing me just how much you need me. And then I’m going to devour you like the starved man you’ve turned me into.”
Oh. God.
Chris smirked at the tiny gasp that stole the air between you, knowing damn well what kind of reaction he was going to get from saying those words to you.
“Let’s–” You cleared your throat, trying to sound less squeaky and more sultry. “Let’s go then.”
“Okay,” He chuckled, “Let’s get out of here.”
After packing your bag and saying your goodbyes, your car was loaded and Chris was driving behind you on the way back to Boston.
He’d insisted on driving you through the snow, but your teeny car wouldn’t give Dodger enough room to stretch out, and then Chris’s car would be stranded in Sudbury and you’d have to make another trip out there just to pick it up after the snow cleared. So driving separately just made sense.
Honestly, having that forty-five minutes to yourself was probably for the best. It gave you a second to clear your mind and think of the positives that could come from just seeing where this thing with Chris went instead of imagining the worst.
When you pulled up to your apartment, you were genuinely excited to see where this would go and just how long Chris would make you beg before shattering your world in the best way.
That in itself had your whole body buzzing with need.
Chris followed you into the parking garage, settling into the guest spot next to yours before getting out of his SUV and making his way over to where you stood.
He grinned, stopping a few feet away like if he got any closer, he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to touch you. “I’m gonna take Dodge home and then I’ll be back. Okay?”
“Why’d you even get out of the car?” You laughed.
“So I could do this.”
He moved in closer, gripping the sides of your coat and yanking you into his chest. Your smile matched his as he dipped down, his lips pressing against yours for only a few short seconds before he pulled away. “I’ll be back in twenty.”
“Okay,” You all but whispered, trying and failing to hold back your smile.
“Okay,” He repeated, pecking your lips once more before jogging back to his car. “Twenty minutes.”
“I’ll be here.”
You waited until Chris pulled back onto the street before grabbing your things to head upstairs. At least twenty minutes would give your heart time to settle before he worked you back up again. Not to mention Mowgli would scream for ten of them, letting you know just how displeased he was to be left alone.
You took the elevator up, pulling your phone out of your pocket when the buzzing didn’t stop after two notifications.
Fiona: YOU DIDN’T TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING SOMEONE!!!
Leah: HONESTLY. DOES THIS MAKE YOU THE OTHER WOMAN?
Jenna: They didn’t hook up, they just saw each other naked. I don’t really that counts. It only counts if P enters V.
Fiona: Or fingers.
Fiona: Or like his mouth on any part of your body.
Leah: I think we’re getting off track.
Fiona: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING FUCKING LACEY WINTHROP?
Your heart sank. To a depth that you didn’t even know existed. What the hell were they talking about? Chris insisted that nothing was happening with them! He promised!
He told you that it was just a one-time thing that didn’t work out and that they were only meeting for fundraising shit.
Your fingers trembled as you typed out your response.
You: What are you guys talking about? He said they weren’t dating.
Fiona: Why were you guys talking about it?????
You: Fi, I work for him. His personal life is basically my personal life. Can someone PLEASE provide context?!
Leah: I would give anything to watch your nostrils right now.
Fiona: *Attached Image*
You were going to puke. The three sugar cookies you’d eaten on your drive back home were deadset on making a reappearance. You were going to be sick right in this elevator.
Chris fucking lied.
He lied.
Fiona attached a picture from some tabloid, an extremely close-up and clear-as-day picture of Chris and Lacey standing outside of some restaurant. Her hands were tangled in his hair, his hand was resting on the small of her back. Their lips pressed together.
The picture was dated after he got back from New York. He told you the date didn’t pan out with her in the first place, yet he still went on another one and kissed her.
Clearly, he was not telling you the whole truth.
You swallowed down the urge to vomit and typed out your response.
You: I had no idea. He told me that they were just friends. Guess he felt like he couldn’t tell me the truth.
Jenna: I wonder why….
You: I don’t know what that means.
Fiona: *Eyeroll Emoji*
You swiped at your cheek, catching the tear before it could fall too far. Chris was not going to make you cry.
The chime of the elevator reaching your floor made you jump, pulling you back to reality. You took a shaky breath, typing out a message to Chris as you walked to your apartment.
You: Raincheck? Migraine coming on. I’m just gonna take a nap. See you Monday?
Three dots danced across the message thread before disappearing and reappearing again. You reached your door, digging in your bag for your keys as your vision started to blur.
He fucking lied to you. The one person you never expected to hurt you like that. Every promise, every reassurance that he made that everything would be okay went up in flames and your heart was shattered.
He fucking lied.
You shoved through the door, dropping everything on the floor as another tear fell.
Chris: Are you sure? I can bring you something.
Chris: Did I do something? Is everything okay?
You: I just need to sleep it off. I’ll see you Monday.
Chris: You’re using punctuation…
You: I’ll talk to you later, Chris. Have a good weekend.
You tossed your phone onto the couch after locking your front door, ignoring the pain in your chest and the incessant vibrations from your phone as Chris called you.
Another tear fell and you gave up on trying to keep them in.
You were stupid to think that Chris would choose you. Obviously, someone like Lacey was more suitable for his lifestyle. She could handle the press. She could handle the fans and the way every small detail would be published for everyone to see.
You were convenient. A warm body that he sought out quite literally in the middle of a snowstorm. A one-time thing that had no hope of progressing into something more. He lured you in with sweet nothings and gentle kisses, knowing that in the end, he would have Lacey and you would be left wondering if anything that he said to you held any truth.
The first sob burst through your lips before you reached your bedroom and even Mowgli stayed silent, sensing the heartbreak in the air.
You would give yourself the weekend to cry. To mourn the hope that you held thinking this would actually work out. You would go to work on Monday with your head held high.
And then after the ASP event, you’d book a flight home.
For good.
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Frank and his girlfriend reader bringing mary to Disneyland, florida for the first time
The Happiest Place on Earth is with You
A/N: This was a great excuse to watch Gifted again! Admittedly, I have never been to Disneyland but I did my research! Hope you liked the little twist I slid in there. 💕
“Ok so first I wanna go on Space Mountain, and then the Seven Dwarves Mine Train, and then Y/N, I know scary things freak you out but please please please you have to come to Tower of Terror with us!”
“Ok easy kiddo we haven’t even gotten through the Gate.”
Frank and you had taken Mary to Disney for the first time ever and it was safe to say… she was losing her mind.
You waited in line, head strained up to listen attentively to Mary on Frank’s shoulders.
“I’ll go on the Tower of Terror with you on ONE condition.”
“What???”
“You have to come with me to get a princess makeover at the Boutique.”
Mary groaned, face planting into Frank’s head.
“Oh, come on sweet pea it’d do you some good to have your hair brushed for once.” Frank pulled the legs of his niece.
“Not for her you idiot, for me! I want to be the princess!” Mary’s face came back up and it light up in glee.
“Yes, yes, yes, Frank Y/N can finally be a real life, Princess!”
“Look at her Mary she’s already a princess.” He moved towards you closing the space between you to stealing a kiss.
“Guysss you promised to not be weird today.”
“Sorry kiddo can’t help it; you’ll understand one day.” Chris pulled her down off his shoulders so she could walk through the barrier scanning her Magic Band.
Making your way through the gates, Mary was already hyper.
“I did some research and the average wait time for rides is 36 minutes, with each ride lasting about 8 minutes, giving time for entering, being properly secured and then exiting...”
She clicked her fingers at you two pulling your gaze away from each other.
“Pay attention! Then exiting that mean’s we’d spend on average 48 minutes on each ride and since you promised we could stay here till 9, that gives us 11 hours… factoring in meal times...”
“Hey Mary?”
“Yeah...”
“No more calculations today, have fun and get high on sugar like the rest of the kids here.” Frank patted his hand on the young girl’s head.
“Besides Mars we won’t have to wait that long.”
You called Mary, Mars because that’s where her head seemed at most days and also because you thought she was destined to be the first person on Mars.
One time Frank tried to get in on the nickname, but Mary quickly shut up him down saying it was a special thing between you two only.
Heck, he didn’t care he was just glad she had a female role model in her life. You’d known Mary since she was 3 and you two, despite your differences in practically everything, got on like a house on fire.
“Why’s that?” she enquired.
Frank reached into his back pocket, pulling out 3 fast passes.
“No. You. Didn’t.” Her eyes widened at the golden passes in his hand.
“I didn’t but Y/N did.”
You beamed at your favourite little girl. As she jumped on you suddenly. Embracing you in a gleeful hug
“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.”
“You’re welcome honey now let’s get started on that sugar… how about a… waffle?”
You didn’t think it was possible that such a small body could demolish Mickey waffles, Corn Dog Nuggets, Caramel Popcorn, half a turkey leg and a Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake all in the space of 2 hours. But that was Mary, constantly surprising you.
After your 3rd go on Space Mountain, you were finally able to drag the both of them to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.
“Hi y’all what will it be today a Princess makeover for the little one.” The attendant peered over the stand, looking down at Mary.
“No, I have no interest in dressing up as a make-believe princess whose dependant on a man to save her, but this is my adult Y/N”
The young girl gestured towards you
“Unlike the princesses in the movies, she’s actually real and much prettier than the CGI crap you guys spit out. We are here to get a crown fitted on her head which is my uncle Frank over here’s poor substitute for a wedding ring but at least he has his wits about him to treat her like a princess, so some deadbeat doesn’t come along to steal her from him and in turn me.”
Mary finished her spiel, meeting the attendants face whose eyes were practically bulging out of her head, she quickly blinked looking from the girl to you and Frank behind her, you both met her with a nervous smile as most people aren’t used to a 7-year-old talking like she’s straight out of a Tarantino movie.
“A crown would be great thank you.” You managed to get out through clenched teeth.
“Over there in the corner.” The attendant responded still in shock at what she just heard. Frank’s hand nudging Mary to move towards the display. All 3 of you quickly burst out with laughter.
“For your information young lady, it’s not a substitute for a wedding ring its merely a temporary hold until I can afford to buy her the biggest diamond in the western hemisphere!”
Mary gestured you to come down to your level “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” She whispered in your ear.
“Don’t worry Mars, I have another thing to hold him down.”
The two helped you pick out a shiny tiara with pearl detail attached to a headband with 2 pink puffy Mickey Ear’s bordering it.
“How do I look?” You placed the headband on your head.
You were met with big grins from both of them.
“Beautiful” Mary gushed
“Like I should start watching my back before some “deadbeat” steals you.”
“Ok good we are ready for the Tower of Terror then!” You smiled nervously.
Mary was right, you really didn’t like scary things.
As you got into the dark elevator, you breathe became a bit ragged, something about being cramped in a dark space with a bunch of people about to be propelled down an abandoned shaft made you queasy.
“Hey, it’s fine I got you.” Frank’s grip on your hand tightened.
“Me too.” The little girl, looked up at you holding your other hand. Giving it a small squeeze.
While you shrieked in terror at the sudden drop, the pairs hands never left yours and Frank quickly supported your weight when you felt you were about to fall over with fear.
As you exited the ride Mary ran in front of you both turning towards you.
“See Y/N it wasn’t THAT scary.”
“Yeah, no it was totally fine... totally fine.” You choked out, hand massaging your throat as Frank practically carried you out of the exit. Both of his hands around your waist coaxing you forward.
“Hey kiddo let’s sit down here for a sec and have a bite to eat.” Frank gestured her towards the table outside a food stand.
When you were all settled and comfortable, munching a way at your 5th meal of the day.
Frank cleared his throat.
“Mary, do you know why we brought you to Disneyland?”
“Because it’s the happiest place on earth and this is where “normal kids” have the most fun?”
“Yes, that but also because we might not be able to do trips just all 3 of us like this again in the future.”
Mary’s heart sank, her mind went to the worst, thinking you were leaving them, leaving Frank because he wouldn’t marry you. It was too late, and a deadbeat had already stolen you. She was about to lose another key person in her life and there was nothing she could do about it.
Noticing the sudden sadness on her face, you placed your hand on hers.
“Mars honey, I’m having a baby.”
The sadness on her face was replaced with pure shock. A silence fell over the table, and you looked at Frank with worry. Before you could assure the young girl that you weren’t going to love her any differently, she left out an earth-shattering shriek.
“AHHHH OMG I’M GONNA HAVE A SIBLING! Omg we can play Legos and I can teach them Trachtenberg and we can go on the boat and-“
“Ok easy Kiddo let’s wait till it’s out her stomach first yeah?"
The little girl latched onto your neck, embracing you in a hug.
“I’m so happy you’re not leaving.” She whispered into your ear.
“I’m not going anywhere without you Mars.” Tightening your grip around her tiny frame in your arms.
“She asleep?” Frank questioned.
You looked behind you towards the passenger seat seeing the sleeping child, head leaning on her shoulder, slumped in her seat.
“Out like a light.” You smiled.
You drove along the dark road illuminated by streetlights, a couple of streets away from home.
“I’d say she took the news well.” Frank smirked at you.
“Well? She almost exploded with joy.” You laughed softly hoping not to wake her up.
Frank took your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing it softly.
“If you’re anything like you are now with Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/N”
“I love you.”
“I love you too beautiful.”
He pulled into your driveway.
Opening the passenger door, and carefully unbuckling her belt, weary not to wake her he pulled the sleeping kiddo out from the seat. He held her over his shoulder, holding his other hand out for you to take as you walked into the house after another amazing day.
As always, you amaze me
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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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…
Wow i'm glad you do. For Nick Vaughan i want to ask for a fluff. (i never say no to smutt by the way :) ) Reader came from another country to new york. They met while reader is walking at the city at night. They start dating and fall so hard for each other. They decide to movie in in a small apartment which is a safe, sweet home to both. The first one that they have❤
Also, a request that is deserving of multiple parts! 🥰
Nick Vaughan X Reader Series
Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute
A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22 but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘
“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.
But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.
3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.
“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”
You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).
It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.
Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.
You’re not alone. Never in New York.
You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.
The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.
The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.
“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.
He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.
You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.
“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.
“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.
“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.
You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.
“Thank you.” You finally let out.
“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.
“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.
He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.
“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.
“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”
“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.
“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.
“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.
“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”
“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.
“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.
“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.
“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”
You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”
“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”
“Oh really?”
“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”
You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.
“Fine.” You let out.
“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”
“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”
He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”
He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.
“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”
You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.
Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”
Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”
Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.
Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”
Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”
Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”
Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”
Y/N: “Fair enough.”
Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”
Y/N: “In a mug.”
Nick: “Funny.”
Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”
Nick: “Shoot.”
Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”
Nick: “I’m a musician.”
Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”
Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”
Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”
Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.
“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.
“It’s pretty late-”
“I should let you go-”
You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.
"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."
Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.
"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."
"Fine.”
"Goodnight, [Your country]."
“Goodnight, Nick.”
As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.
I lied...
Me telling people I can write other character fics but my brain can only hyper fixate on one male celebrity at a time so I genuinely struggle to write about any other male. Sorry babies, if it helps I even lied to myself. Will let you know when I’m out of my CE stage but its looking semi permanent. I will still try and write but if it’s no good you cant sue.
Lol, ANYWAYS.... More Chris. Smut. Fluff and everything in between coming your way. Keep requesting, I love it... even though some of you need to find Jesus Christ.
Will you still do Chris Evans characters
Absolutely. Lloyd incoming 😘
Omg I just finished reading Bubba with chris evans and my heart just burst 😍, I was wondering if this could be a series or a 2 or 3 parter but I just love your chris work 💖
Yes! More Dad!Chris in the new year!!! In the meantime @royalwritersoftheuniverses has some of the best Dad!Chris fics I’ve read. 💕
How do you do?
All Worth It
Summary: Curvy!Reader (normal) and Chris Evans are about to go public with their relationship. Ends with a very cute trip.
WARNING: Anxious gorl, Fluff
A/N: This imagine wouldnt be possible without the encouraging bullying push from @royalwriteroftheuniverse 💕
You sat in the conference room and took a long gulp of the hot tea in your hand sighing at the taste. Readjusting your glasses as you scanned the agenda in front of you.
RELATIONSHIP LAUNCH
Chris Evans X Y/FN Y/LN
“Jesus.” You thought to yourself, who’s the unlucky fucker who had to write this. You were familiar with meeting agendas and some of the terms; release dates, public statements, media releases, security personnel but the context of this being in regard to you going public with your relationship with a guy you met a work event and who just so happens to be a movie star was bizarre to you.
Before you second guessed your choices in men and how you ended up in a room with publicists, marketers and social media experts, said movie star pulled the chair out next to you, his hand automatically on your knee to stop it jiggling. He leaned in close, pushing a strand of hair past your ear,
“Relax we’ll be in and out in no time.” The words instantly calmed you as you caught his quick wink.
You took a deep breath as everyone got settled around the table.
Chris honestly couldn’t give a shit about what anyone thought, and he found the whole thing equally annoying. Sure, it wasn’t his first time in this room, with a beautiful woman next to him. But in all those times before they were just as comfortable with it.
He knew you weren’t used to it, he hated this was needed but he wanted to use all the resources he had to make sure you were safe and didn’t see one single nasty comment. He didn’t want to lose you to the circus that was his life and he wanted this to be the last time he ever sat in one of these meetings.
He was calm yet tense, you watched the way his jaw would tighten when his publicist mentioned backlash by fans, his hand would grab you a little tighter and he always made sure to give you a sympathetic smile.
He was constantly stealing gazes at you as you slipped your takeaway cup of tea, nodding and acknowledging the reality of the situation.
After the meeting a couple of things came out.
Every social media you ever had was cleaned of photos of you; drunk on a night out, heels in hand, throwing up into a public trashcan… for obvious reasons.
All social medias were private so only your closest friends and family could see – fine you had no ambition of being an influencer.
Searching your name up on the internet is now banned – you could live with that.
You didn’t really care about any of it you just wanted to go home.
You both wanted the launch to be somewhat organic so at Chris’s insistence he’d post a photo on his Instagram and twitter with a simple caption. You’d approve the photo of course.
You never thought an Instagram post would be given the same gravity as unleashing a missile but slowly you grew to understand the reach Chris had.
Chris prepared his statement. Simple yet straight to the point.
I have been so lucky to find someone who makes me incredibly happy and challenges me every day to be a better person. For years, I have wanted and love like this and I’m happy to say I have found it. She’s amazing and brings out the best in me. I hope over time my fans can get to know and love her like I have.
For now, I ask that you give us privacy during this time as we navigate what life looks like now for both of us. I ask that you give her the respect and kindness she deserves. Thank you.
It was good. Really good. And it made you blush like crazy.
After he finished reading and put away his phone, he turned to you
“Happy with that?”
You nodded contently.
He leaned into your ear “If you want, I can put in the part about that thing you do with your tongue when you’re…”
“Stop. It.” You grabbed his chin and gave him a stern look. He poked his tongue out in jest.
------------ ARRIVING HOME ------------------
You finally got through the front door and beamed as Dodger ran up to your feet. Chris dropped his keys in the bowl and turned to you pulling you close by your waist.
“It’s done” he kissed your forehead, then rested his on yours.
“Did you take time off from work like I asked?”
Y/N: “2 weeks from today” you beamed at him.
C: “Good. Pack for cold weather we have to be at the airport in 2 hours.” He pecked your forehead and turned away.
“It’s a surprise you’ll see!” he called as he jogged up the stairs hoping that would prevent answering what was sure to be an onslaught of questions.
You stood there, mouth agape, shaking your head with a scoff. Whatever, you needed a holiday.
------------LEAVING THE PLANE ------------
You followed Chris as his hand held yours tightly, you gripped your other on his forearm, trying to steal his warmth as you walked across the tarmac towards the car. Dodger walked in front of you both, tail high just happy to be involved. You thanked the staff who loaded your bags into the trunk, Chris opened the passenger door guiding you onto the heated seat and placing a blanket on your lap for good measures, he smiled as he tucked the tartan under your thighs. Dodger hopped in and settled into a fluffy cocoon at your feet.
“Alright, ready to go?” Chris looked over at you as he got into the driver’s seat.
“You going to tell me where we are going?”
“No but I can guarantee you’ll love it.”
You rolled your eyes as he grabbed your hand and kissed it.
You travelled through the night on empty roads surrounded by trees. Both your voices filled the car as you sang along to your playlist, both laughing at your inability to sing, with his hand never leaving yours even when he held it in the air as a makeshift microphone.
Finally, you arrived along a gravel road up to a private modern home.
“We’re here.” Chris exclaimed as he pulled the key out of the ignition. You were speechless as you studied the house exterior. It was modern yet cozy, with not a single house in sight for miles. Exactly what you needed.
“It’s a rental, in case you were wondering, but if you really love it, I’ll buy it.” He smirked.
You slapped his chest, “Don’t be stupid… it’s not even my birthday yet.” He chuckled at your response.
You both were kidding but you didn’t doubt he’d buy it if you wanted him to.
You unpacked and headed towards the shower, letting the hot water fall over your curves. You dressed in your silk pyjama set and made your way to the living room.
The fireplace crackled, its warmth filling the whole room with Dodger settled on his bed right beside it.
Chris was finishing pouring the glass of your favorite white, handing it to you as his arm snaked around your waist, placing a long kiss on your lips.
“God, you smell good.”
“This.” You gestured your glass around you “Is perfect. Thank you… I mean it.”
“It wouldn’t be perfect if I didn’t have you here.” He laid soft kisses on your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“Hey” he pulled out of the kiss…
“I’m sorry for earlier, I know it’s a funny way of making a relationship official and all. But you don’t have to get used to it. I just don’t know what I’d do if something happened, or you were able to see the cruel things people on the internet say. I promise you it’ll be the last time I just wanted everything in order to keep you safe.”
“I’m a big girl Chris… literally.” You gestured to your protruding chest “I think I can take a couple of mean comments here and there… you forget I went to an all-girls High School! I won’t even look, its whatever, I’m just happy to be here with you”
Chris sighed and pulled on your waist a little tighter and bowed his head.
His eyes had darkened “I want you to know that whatever is said about you does not reflect how I feel about you in the slightest, because my god do I love these curves” He squeezed your ass for extra emphasis.
You giggled in response
“But seriously, I don’t won’t you to ever doubt how I feel about you. To me, everything you are, is exactly what I want and need. I need you baby.”
“I know” you arched your neck to kiss his jaw ever so softly.
“And right now, I need you to cuddle me on the couch.”
“Whatever you want.” He grabbed the now half empty glass from you and placed it on the table. Then quickly yanked you over his shoulder, you squealed at the sudden jerk of your body midair.
“Chris! I can walk!”
“Yeah, I know but this is more fun ya know.” He said, nonchalantly, not even breaking a sweat as he carried you one handedly towards the couch.
With one final slap of your ass, he threw you on the couch and you landed with a thump amongst the plush pillows, giggling still at the impromptu rollercoaster ride.
Chris grabbed the throw blanket to your side and settled next you, draping you both in the soft material. His arm went up onto the back of the couch and like instinct you snuggled up against him.
He pulled you close, as the Hallmark movie played, hand lazily stroking your back. You rested your head on his chest content with the sound of his heartbeat and faint smell of cologne. It really was perfect.
2 weeks of uninterrupted bliss.
“Shit I almost forgot.”
“What”
“Our photo.”
You felt ill at the thought. Suddenly, the anxiety returned and wish you could hold it off as long as possible, you loved that your relationship was for you two and you two only.
Chris noticed your discomfort and pulled you in as close as possible.
“Hey baby, it’ll be fine, they said going in hard straight off the bat was a good strategy, allows people time to sink it in. No games. I’ll post this, the mags will approach my team for comment, they’ll give them my statement and that’ll be it.”
You gave him a weary smile. You were in the room and knew the plan but the whole thing still felt icky.
“Come on… we’ll have fun with it! I’ll let you choose the photo…”
“Fine, share the screen.”
“That’s my girl.”
Chris pulled out his phone from under the blanket, going through his favorites, you both skimmed through the thousands of photos of you and Dodger.
“This one would for sure create a stir.” Chris grinned as he clicked on the photo of you sunbaking topless in his backyard. Your boobs as always sagged slightly down, and you hated the way you stomach poked out from your bikini bottom. Shielding the sun with your forearm it only really showed your beaming smile. Chris LOVED this photo.
“Don’t be silly what else.”
He went to the one he took of you walking Dodger, you could only see the back of you. Your hair in a ponytail and your ass nicely shaped by those grey Amazon leggings that Chris bought for you after he saw an ad for them. Dodger was looking up towards you as you walked down the path. You remembered that day but didn’t know Chris was taking a photo.
“I like that one, but you need to stop using Dodger for clout.”
“What do you mean… he loves the spotlight! Besides you can’t even see your face in this one it’s no good.”
“I don’t even know if I want them to see my face.”
“Oh, come on, you’re beautiful besides you’re not gonna be able to walk down the red carpet with a paper bag on your head baby.”
“Who says I can’t?!” you mocked a shocked face making Chris give a full belly laugh.
“I know the photo.” Chris scrolled up past the endless Dodger sleeping positions until he found it.
It was both of you at his mom’s house. Watching the Patriot’s Game in matching jerseys, eyes focused on the TV. You sat similarly how you were now, with Chris’s arms wrapped around you tightly, you slouched up against him. It was a great photo and perfectly incapsulated you both. You loved football.
“You approve?” Chris looked down at you.
“Yeah, I approve.” You pecked his lips.
Chris went to post it on IG, captioning it, to your dismay
“Couples who watch football together, stay together.”
You cringed but had to laugh at the truthfulness.
“Really… you’re going to caption it that?”
“Yeah, isn’t that like a trendy thing to say?”
“You’re so out of touch with the youth” you laughed at him.
“Ok fine what do I say… this is the love of my life please be nice she’s new?” He smirked at you
“Just do a blue heart or something! I don’t know!”
“Does blue heart scream serious relationship though?”
“They’re going to question it either way why does it matter?”
“I just want people to know ya know? Like I’m making a statement here come on!”
“I know you like me you don’t need to profess your love on Instagram, this is just to alert the masses nothing more.”
“Yeah, but what if...” You cut him off
“You’re overthinking it Cap…”
You only ever called him Cap to tease him, but it always worked to soften him up.
“Ok ok, blue heart, that’s good, you’re good at this. Ok posting in… 3… 2… 2 and a half”
‘Oh my God… Chris just post it already!” You groaned.
“1!” He then quickly turned off his phone and threw it at the couch next to you.
You both ended up in a fit of laughter at what was probably the most thrilling Instagram you’ve ever posted.
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