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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.

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Are you still writing Chris Evans? Who else are you writing

Yess! Chris Evans & characters 🍀💕

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Hi are you accepting request now? 😅

YES GIVE THEM TO ME!!!

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i was reading again and want to say well done. all parts are very well written. love the conversation in part two. any plan for writing for those two more?

Hey lovely! Which story is this 💕

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

Chefs kiss 😘

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Possibly the Best

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy accidentally falls asleep before you on your wedding night.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~700

a/n: Back on my Andy bullshit (jk I was never off it) 🫶

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Finally making it to the door of your suite, it feels like you can't find your keycard fast enough. Who knew you could shove so much shit into a tiny clutch on your wedding day.

All you can think about as you eventually hold it up to the lock is getting out of your dress. It wasn't until you got on the elevator a few minutes ago that you had the chance to realize how uncomfortable you are, wanting nothing more than to take a deep breath after all day without the tight material constricting you.

There's also your husband though... Maybe he's the one thing you want more than that.

He was able to sneak away a couple minutes earlier than you as your goodnights to your lingering family dragged on.

He left with a teasing whisper in your ear, telling you he'd be waiting and ready for you once you finally made it up.

But walking into the room, you’re not met by him. It’s quiet as you look around. You expected him to be at the door, waiting impatiently for the moment to have you alone for the first time today.

“Andy,” you call out without a response.

It's faint snores that finally get your attention as you tiptoe closer to the bedroom. You let out a quiet laugh seeing him on the bed, sleeping in his tux. You can tell he didn't mean to doze off if he made no effort to actually get comfortable.

Dropping your purse and your shoes–that you rid yourself of hours ago–onto the floor, you silently make your way to the side of the bed. Leaning over him, you can tell he's already beginning to stir, but you press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Babe,” you whisper.

Peeking an eye open, his initial reaction is to sit up, but you're in his way.

“Oh shit.” His words turn into a yawn. “Baby–”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, keeping a hand on his chest to let him stay laying there as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him.

“I just sat down for a breather.” He rests a hand on top of yours, rubbing his eyes with his other. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you promise, shooting him a faux stern look for having to repeat yourself. “We don't have to do anything, but you have to help me out of my dress.”

He chuckles at the exasperated groan you let out as you muster the energy to stand up, tugging on his hand to bring him up to sit behind you.

“Well, what the–” He laughs a little and you feel his fingers running along the center of your back. “Where the hell is the zipper?”

“It’s an invisible zipper, Andy,” you sigh, restless as you stand between his legs. “I would have left you sleep, but I'm trapped in this thing without you.”

“Oh, there we go,” he says softly, seamlessly pulling it down once he finds it.

You don't even take the dress all the way off, collapsing on his lap with a breath of relief from just the zipper being undone.

“You're such a good husband,” you tease, tapping his cheek with your hand, giving him a quick kiss before laying your head on his shoulder.

“It’s only been eight hours,” he snorts.

“A good eight hours.”

“Yeah it was,” he smiles. “Possibly the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The silence you share is welcome after all day. It felt like every time you tried to enjoy a moment together, there were eyes on you or it wasn't long until you were pulled in opposite directions by your drunk friends.

Thinking about it, you instinctively hold him tighter.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, dear wife?”

You shake your head the best you can as you nestle your face closer to his neck. “No.”

“Then come here.” He lays back, pulling you down with him so you’re on top of him. The movement takes you by surprise, eliciting a yelp from you. “I'll show you what I was waiting for.”

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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.

#cole turner #ghosted #chrisevans #cevans characters #cevans #headcanon #chris evans headcanon

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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They come to other people's page and tell them how to manage it?! Wow...

OH I KNOW HONEY

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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How are you? You ok?💟

I'm ok! Just exhausted and burnt out but going on vacation to refresh cause I havent had a break in agggeeesss but thank you gorgeous 💕☘️ I know you're waiting on my stories and I'M SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING but thank you so much for your patience and continued love.

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How do you do?

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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

Put it on my Tab

Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky.

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank.

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze.

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top.

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?"

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer.

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.”

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.”

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.”

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip.

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…”

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift.

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.”

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off.

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip.

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you.

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side.

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile.

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek.

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen.

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.”

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle.

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice.

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly.

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her.

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor.

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically.

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock.

She shook her head.

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her.

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed.

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her.

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down.

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.”

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her.

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.”

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word.

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper.

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