#Valentines day chris | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

andydrysdalerogers · 1 year

Text

Can I Count on Your Love? ~ Chris Evans

Pairings: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Summary: Its been a year since the events of "Can I Count on Your Vote?" and you and Chris have some adult fun. But others decide its time for you two to end and one photo could destroy you both...

Word Count: 6.8k

Song: Adore You by Harry Styles

Warnings: Smut! Angst! Language, jealous, Chris in political mode, P in V, committed relationship, oral (M and F receiving), car sex,

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. This is a follow up to my other one shot which you can find here.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

Politics is a cat and mouse game. You are either chasing someone to bring them down or you are on the chopping block.

Being the youngest senator made you the easy target, someone that the old guard hated for changing the status quo.

Chris loved how ambitious, tenacious, strong, driven, and beautiful you were. You would both lay for hours in bed, talking about how you both would change the world. Chris had no aspirations to be in office, but you had the ultimate goal in mind: being the first female president. Germany had done it, Great Britain has female prime ministers, so why couldn’t we do it here?

It was especially significant as the press and other political analysts were predicting that you could be the one to pull it off. The ASP chat helped launch your first bill about student debt in Congress, gaining the following of many around the country. It was touted as the first major move toward a potential historical presidential run. Chris said that ASP was doing even better because it was now being legitimized by everyone as a great source of verified information. That was his goal, to have a clean source of information for his fellow citizens.

Speaking of Chris, it's been about a year since you had decided to make it official. Well as official as it could be seen, it was still a secret to most of the world. After the ASP Chat on tuition went viral, a lot of speculation was made on whether the two of you were together due to the intense chemistry seen in the interview. But your teams made sure you were never photographed together; rendezvous were made on the low. Mostly it was you and Chris or your families hanging inside the gates of Chris’s house or your heavily secured apartment in either California or DC. It was tough but you both made it work.

Gearing up for the next session of Congress, you were reviewing your schedule with Steve, your assistant, when your receptionist, Ava, came in with a huge bouquet of roses. There were at least three dozen in different shades of red, white and pink. You smiled, knowing it was probably from Chris. Ava sits them down in the corner of your desk. “There’s a note, ma’am.”

You plucked the little card with a smile as your team waited patiently.

I know your secret.

And a photo floated out of the envelope.

Your smile froze and slowly morphed into fear. “Steve, I need the head of my security detail. Now. Ava, I need Chris and Megan as well.” They scurried from the room as you stared at the little card. You tried to swallow, get your breathing to calm as you noticed you were beginning to hyperventilate. The room began to tunnel as you tried to think of how anyone would know. As the phone began to ring, the room wobbled slightly. You could hear Ava say it was Chris, who was in town for ASP. You picked it up. “Chris?”

“Hey Baby.” When all he heard was a sob, he began to panic. “Baby? YN? YN! Answer me.”

“They saw us,” you whispered.

And the room went black.

A month prior…

“Chris, stop!” You squealed as Chris’s hand drifted higher and higher up the skirt of your dress. You had managed to have a private dinner at little Greek diner in Boston and Chris was driving you back to his house. Well, he was driving and coping a feel up your dress. He was horny, seeing you in his favorite little black dress and heels. He loved that you didn’t wear a lot of makeup either, just that gorgeous red lip that set off your exquisite eyes. Eyes that he saw the first time on stage in the California sun.

“Baby, you can’t wear this dress and not expect me to keep my hands to myself,” Chris said as you batted his hands away.

“You can wait until we get home and then I can let you know what’s underneath this dress,” you said with bite to your lower lip.

Chris groaned as his cock twitched. “Fuck me, sweetheart. I don’t think I can make it.” He saw a darken alley and pulled over.

“What do you think you are doing?” You looked around to see it was so dark you couldn’t see the trees or the road once Chris shut off the lights. Even your security team wasn’t in sight.

“I need to feel you, beautiful. I need to be inside you and I can't wait.” He leaned over and kissed you hard, taking your breath away, distracting you from the fact he took off your seatbelt. His hands, his large, gorgeous hands grip your waist and lower to your ass, lifting you and sliding you onto his lap. You gasp as you feel how hard he is underneath you. He groans at how hot you feel over his erection. “Jesus, baby.”

“Chris,” you moan as he begins to assault your neck, the brush of his beard rubbing your delicate skin just the right way.

Chris raised his hands all the way up your skirt, his nimble fingers on his right finding your heat while his left continued upwards to your breast. He dipped his hand inside your panties to find you hot and wet for him. “Oh honey, all for me,” as he swirled your leaking juices around your lips, just brushing your clit and making you jolt.

“All for you, my love,” you groan as he speeds up his motions, now tweaking your breast, hardening the nub as you begin to grind in his lap.

“Fuck sweetheart, I need to have you,” he whispers in your ear. He pulls his hand from your heat, listening to you whimper from the loss of his fingers. He quickly undoes his belt and his fly as you continue fondling your own breast. He pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to release his long thick cock and pump a few times before he moves your now soaked panties aside and thrust up into your pussy.

“Chris!” The stretch was incredible, the pleasure and pain mixing in a way that you had never felt before. The primal way Chris just rutted up into you was so different but oh so good. He took a hold of your hips to guide you up and down his shaft hard.

“Just like that baby, ride me hard. Let me fuck you senseless,” he growled. It was rough, it was fast. It was everything. The ribbons of pleasure started to ripple in your belly as your core began to grip his cock every time you moved. He sat up a little bit more, changing the angle and he was there. Hitting that spot inside that always made you see stars.

“Baby, I can’t...”

“Let go Senator,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel you. Soak me, love.” He thrusted up hard as he pulled you down.

“Chris!” You scream as you blacked out from the immense pleasure. Your head tilted back as Chris pressed his face into your chest as he chased his own end. He could barely move with how tight you had gotten with your own orgasm, and it was enough for him to swear loudly as he came inside you.

It took a minute to come down, Chris kissing your shoulder, neck, forehead until he felt your body start to relax. “Are you ok?”

She smiled but flinched when he moved slightly. “I’m ok. That was intense.”

Chris frowned, worry overcoming. “Did you not like...”

“I loved it, Chris. I like it rough and dirty sometimes. Don’t worry baby. I’m ok.” You kissed his forehead to smooth out the worry lines on his face. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to get back in my seat without making more of a mess.” You could feel the wetness that is getting ready to seep out.

That got Chris to chuckle. “Don’t worry baby. Once we get home, the gates close and no one is the wiser.” He kissed you softly this time. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You got back into your seat as Harry Styles's Adore You started to play as Chris started the car. He took your hand and held it as he drove. He hummed along until he turned to you and sang...

Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

Present...

“Sweetheart? YN? Can you hear me?”

It was the sweetest voice you knew. The voice of the man you loved. It was the only soothing thing your senses could understand. The rest was painful. Your head was pounding, your body ached, the blood pounding in your ears. After a moment, the soothing voice was now followed but gentle touches in your hair. Finally, your throat felt like it would accept air and allow you to speak. Your eyes fluttered and a groan escaped your mouth.

“Baby? Are you with us?”

The light was harsh in the room. Your office. Was your office always so bright? It took a couple of blinks of your eyes before you could focus and see Ava, Steve, Robert (your head of security) and Chris, who held your head in his lap. “Hi?”

“Hi. How are you feeling?”

“Sore, a little confused. What happened?”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “You fainted while on the phone with me.” He helped you sit up as Ava passed a glass of water. “Baby, what happened?”

You looked at the arrangement of roses and began to cry. “Someone sent me those with a note and a photo.” Robert went to the desk and saw everything on the floor. His eyes widened as he looked back at you.

“Miss YLN, I don’t...”

“How did they get that Robert? You told me we weren’t being followed. We weren’t even seen.”

Chris frowned. “Can I see that?” Robert handed the note and photo over. Chris saw and sucked in his breath. It was clearly a photo of you and him in the car from that night. You were still in Chris’s lap as Chris held you by your neck, kissing you. “Holy fuck.”

“What are we going to do Chris?”

“I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. He pulled out his phone and messaged Megan about an emergency meeting. “We are going to meet at your house with Robert, Megan and your chief of staff and we are going to figure this out.”

You nod, because it’s the sensible thing to do. But your heart felt fear, your head was on the metaphorical chopping block.

Later that night, both of your teams gathered in your dining room.

Megan looked at the picture and sighed. “Can one of you explain what happened?”

Chris cleared his throat and explained the dinner and pulling over and just having a moment of unadulterated love between himself and you. “We thought we were alone. I mean, I didn’t even see her security team. It was just one moment.”

Rachel, your chief of staff, was taking notes and scoffed. “Yeah, well, that one moment has the potential of going viral.

“Can you even tell it's us?” Chris asked.

Robert looked at the photo. “It’s a blurry photo. It has deniability to it unless the photographer has cooperating evidence of who is in the car. I’m going to sit down with the security team from that night and find out what happened.”

“And I think that we shouldn’t do anything unless there is an obvious threat,” Rachel said. I mean right now it’s someone saying they know but it doesn’t mean it’s someone from the other side. I say we wait it out. Jumping to action may be worse at this point.”

“I agree.” Megan looked at the photo. “Reaction would be bringing a spotlight to you two when it's not needed.”

You didn’t realize you were trembling until Chris took your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “Baby, what do you think?” When you didn’t answer, Chris placed his hand on your cheek to get you to focus on him. “YN, sweetheart, it's gonna be ok. Do you think this is a good plan?” You looked into the ocean blues that comforted you so many times before. They looked resolute in the decision, and you trusted that. You nodded but still a single tear slipped. “Honey, what is it?”

“I’m scared,” you whispered.

Chris’s heart dropped. He didn’t want his girl to be scared, not his brave warrior girl. He sucked in a breath to steady himself before he said, “Don’t be. I’ll be right by your side. Don’t you worry.” He kissed your forehead before he kissed your lips and kept his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing together as you both tried to keep calm.

A few weeks later, everything seemed to be back to normal. There were no more flowers, no other notes. You and Chris talked every day, just as before. You were on the phone with the governor of California when Rachel ran into the office. Flustered would have been the nice word to use. She looked like she had been tossed by a tornado. “Sorry governor, I have to be on the floor in a few minutes. Send my office the proposal and I’ll see what I can do to get this to the committee. I think you're right; we need to beef up the national parks act, and it should start with Yosemite.

“Thank you, Senator. We’ll see you for the Lunar New Year celebrations?”

“Wouldn’t miss it. Have a great day!” You hung up and looked at Rachel. “What’s going on?”

“I’m so sorry Senator, it broke.” She handed over her tablet

“What broke?” You took the tablet and focused on the screen. And there it was, in full color was the photo. With an amazing headline:

DOES THE RISING STAR FRESHMEN SENATOR HAVE A SIDE JOB IN BOSTON? – IS THE HOT SHOT SENATOR FROM CALIFORNIA TRADING FAVORS FOR DONATIONS?

You blanched as you scroll through the article. It was still speculation that it was you but that it was clear from the photo that someone was caught in a compromising position inside of a car. The news site was still looking for more information, but an anonymous source implicated the Senator from California as the woman in the photo.

You could hear the office phones ringing as the screen blurred in your eyes. You read the article title over and over, wishing it would change to anything else, anyone else. Rachel could see you were starting to lose it as she was on the phone with someone.

“I've got to get out of here,” you whispered. It was like your body was now on automatic pilot. You stood up, grabbed your coat and bag and headed out the door. Your security team was trying to stop you, but you made it out the front door of your office to a barrage of flashes. The press was already all over the scandal, shouting questions and taking pictures of what would be a rather stunned face. Security from your office and the Capitol police surrounded you to allow you to walk to your waiting SUV. Rachel had been right behind you, shouting no comment as you walked trance-like. Robert had the door open for you and Rachel before climbing in the front and your usual driver, Edward, took off.

“Senator? Senator, look at me.” You turned your face slowly towards her. “I am going to get you through this. I’m trying to reach Chris or Megan to find out if it leaked from their camp.”

All you could do was nod. Four years of campaigning and working with other bi-partisan members was going down the drain as your phone kept pinging with more and more news outlets reporting the story. It was the ultimate nightmare.

The only solace was the security at your home. Gate controlled, security had called the police to make sure the road was cleared, and cameras were everywhere. But it provided very little comfort. All you wanted was Chris, but he was on set at the moment. Rachel was pacing, calling who she could to pull the story as you sat on your couch, leg bouncing, checking your phone every five minutes. After two hours, a call came to Rachel.

“Yeah. Hi Stacy... Yes, we saw it... No, we haven’t... What do you mean?... That's not what he promised her... What does Megan... oh... well what is she... ok... I’ll tell her. Thanks.” Rachel hung up and sat down next to you. “YNN, that was Stacy, Megan’s assistant at her firm. Umm, she stated that Megan and she talked to Chris, and they aren’t going to be making a statement. Since no one knew you two were in a relationship, there was no need to drag Chris into it.”

“What?” You breathed. “He... he promised to stand by me.”

“I know sweetie but that’s what they have decided.”

Your head spun. You wouldn’t believe that Chris would do this. He didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself. You picked up your phone and sent him a message.

YN: We just spoke to your management firm and know about your decision. I thought we loved each other but I guess I was mistaken. Don’t worry I won’t drag you into this. Goodbye Chris.

You went through your contacts and blocked his number. You did the same on your socials and put your phone down. “Rachel, what is the statement we want to put out?” You put on your game face. Your heartache and tears could come later.

The next day, Rachel called a press conference in front of your office. You chose to be yourself in a sharp black suit with a pink blouse and black heels. It was your confident outfit, and you would need every ounce of it to make the statement you needed to make. The makeup artist touched up your face and then it was time.

“Good morning, let me first address the photo. Yes, I did engage in some intimate acts with someone in a vehicle. To protect their privacy, I will not be naming my partner ever. Second, my security team is launching an investigation into the photo as we know it was not a member of the press who invaded my private moment.” You took a breath, “I should have had better judgement in where I had my intimate relations at and used better judgement overall. The blame for this is on me alone. If my constituents are upset by my actions, I sincerely apologize. I have strived to be an example to everyone and in this case, I wish I wasn’t. The man I was with is no longer in my life and I would like to extend my apologies to him for this transgression. I will be meeting with the chair of the Senate ethics committee for all punishments and/or reprimands that I have earned. Thank you.

You walked away from the media circus and back to the seclusion of your office. As you sat, Rachel came to give you a hug. Now you can mourn. And you did just that.

Chris’s POV

The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time.

Chris looked at his phone, heartbroken. You had blocked him. Chris watched the press conference playback with mixed emotions. He was so proud of you for standing up and accepting responsibility, but he should have been by your side making his own statement. He looked at the last message he received and called Megan. “What the hell, Megan! Why are we not standing next to her?”

“Chris you are filming, and I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to you before her team advised us that she was going to make a statement.”

“Who did they talk to?”

Megan waited for a beat. “Stacy. Look Chris...”

“Megan, I want her fired. I told you she had been inappropriate with me multiple times and now this. She wanted YN to break up with me because she thought I would go out with her. I am in love with YN, and she just fucked that up!”

“I know Chris, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”

“How? She blocked me, she’s angry. She...” he took a breath because his body was vibrating with pain, “she took that bullet for me all alone. Her entire career... she did that for me.”

“Chris, we will fix it okay? Let me handle Stacy.”

“I want to be there Megan. I want to see her face when I say that I am in love with YN. I need YN back, Megan.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make the arrangements.”

Chris hung up and looked though the pictures on his phone. His perfect girl. Fuck, he was the one who pulled over, but she was the one taking the hit. As he slid through the pictures, one floated by. Her calendar. He sat up straighter and a plan came to his head.

A couple of days later, Chris was back in Boston and sitting in Megan’s conference room. Megan was sitting next to him, both in silence as they waited for the last member of their meeting to arrive. Stacy walked in confidently, a sway in her hips as if she knew Chris would be there and finally ready to declare that he too was also “in feelings” with her. After all, they had softly flirted when he was in the office. They had coffee together. He liked her and this was her moment. She flicked her hair back as she sat across from them. “You wanted to speak to me.”

“Yeah, we had a question. Who gave you the photo of YN in the car?” Megan asked.

Stacy’s smile faltered slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did you know that all of your emails from your work computer are monitored? Since that last hack, I had IT put in the monitoring service.”

At that Stacy’s smile fell. “What?”

“So, before we send this information to DCPD and congressional security, who gave you the photo?”

Stacy blanched as she looked from Megan to Chris. “Mike, one of the senator’s security guards gave it to me.”

“Interesting. And why did you give it to gossip mags?”

“To break YN and Chris up. She took what I wanted.” Chris scoffed as he stood up and walked to the door. “Chris please! I’m sorry but I thought we had something!”

“When? During the scheduled meetings or when you were helping Megan on the red carpet. I am in love with YN. I hope she presses charges for the invasion of privacy. Megan?”

“Oh, right. You’re fired, for cause. You signed a non-disclosure agreement for our clients and their families which you violated the minute you sent the photo to the magazine. Security is outside to escort you out. Your personal belongings will be searched before they are mailed out to you.”

“No, please...”

“Have a good day Stacy,” as security walked in, and Chris and Megan walked out and headed to her office. “I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.” She headed to her sideboard and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Chris. “Have you been able to get a hold of YN?”

Chris shook his head. “No, she’s blocked me from everything. I got in touch with Rachel, but she said that YN has a ‘no calls allowed’ for me with her team.” Chris took a swallow. “Said YN has been crying a lot in her office.”

“Oh Chris,” Megan frowned.

“This is all my fault Megan. I pulled over and I convinced her.”

“Chris, this wasn’t your fault. You are still human. You are still allowed to have fun. You both weren’t expecting someone you both trusted to violate your privacy. You have every right to be angry. You have every right to be sad that your relationship was broken by jealous people. But you cannot blame yourself. We are going to fix this, and we are going to get your girl back. Are you ready to do anything to show her you love her?”

Chris laughed. “I would do anything to win her back.”

Your POV

It was a few weeks after “picture-gate” and you were getting ready for the Valentine’s Day charity event. An event where you were supposed to make your debut with Chris. Who is now your ex. “Fuck me,” you mumble to yourself. You look in the mirror, seeing a woman who kinda looks like you, if she didn’t have red-rimmed eyes, shallow looking cheeks and a sad look on her face. It had been hell without him. You never realized how much comfort Chris brought to you. How his strong arms held you close to his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby, his voice a song. You missed him desperately, but he didn’t want to stand next to you. It makes you question whether he lied about being with a strong woman.

You shake yourself and inspect your dress. The theme was love, obviously, so you had chosen a red gown, strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was tight in the bodice until it hit your waist and then flowed out in layers of chiffon. Heels and diamond studs completed the look with soft waves framing your face. You sighed, wishing he had been there to see it, the dress you picked with him in mind. But he would never be there, he wouldn't come back. He made his choices.

As you arrived at the gala, sans date, you thought back to the last few weeks. The person who took the photo was found, Mike, and fired. Mike had been one of your personal guards since you started. Apparently, when questioned, he took the photo to create a scandal because he was obsessed with you and wanted Chris out of the way. Mission accomplished, you guessed, but not in the way he wanted. Charges were filed, restraining orders in place, a press release later, and the scandal died out. Some of the old guards still avoided you but the party and your constituents stood by you. They held support rallies and feminist movements. You were a woman, yes, but you should have been treated like a man. It warmed your heart a bit in the days post Chris.

Arriving alone, you walked the press line, dodging questions that wanted to bring back the scandal and headed into the venue. Your date, who walked in alone as well was waiting. As patient as ever for Rachel, who is never patient. Dinner was lovely, the jazz band playing romantic tunes. You mingled with other donors and attendees, making the most out of the evening. Finally, the special, surprise guest performer was announced.

The host of the evening introduced Grammy award winning artist Harry Styles to the stage. You loved him and sang along. It was quite the performance, Harry doing all of his hits. You sway with the music, a glass of champagne keeping you warm. As Harry ends, Watermelon Sugar, the crowd cheers.

“How is everyone doing?” Harry asks and the crowd cheers in response. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, Harry takes a breath. “So, I got a call from a guy who wanted to let a girl know how much she means to her. See he messed up and asked me to help him tell his girl he adores her. You don’t have to say anything honey, just know he would walk through fire for you and he’s sorry that you had to walk alone. This song is for her.”

You weren’t really paying attention; the words were beautiful, but you didn’t want to be a part of someone else’s declaration of love. As Harry’s Adore You began to play, you felt a tear in your eye. This was the last thing Chris had sung to you.

Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise) Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind) I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You sway to the music, eyes closed, losing yourself to the music but the crowd starts to part as the spotlight follows a person across the floor. As the last person parts, a gasp runs through the crowd, and you open your eyes.

And Chris is there, in a black tux, holding a single red rose.

You look around to see if he is looking at anyone else but no, it's you. He walks over and takes the champagne glass from your hand. “Chris...”

“Not yet,” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. He starts to move you across the dance floor.

You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you somethin' Lately you've been on my mind

“Chris,” you whisper. “What are you doing?”

“Shh. Baby, just let me adore you.” He spins you around and back taking a hold of you again, the only two people on the dance floor.

I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do (Ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) Oh, honey I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you

oh, honey (Oh) Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

As the song finishes, he pulls you even closer so your foreheads touch as he sings the last of the lyrics to you. You are trying everything not to sob in front of these people. As the band slows, Chris pulls back slightly. “I didn’t stand next to you. And even though that wasn’t my decision, I still should have made a statement right away. You shouldn’t have done that alone and I am so sorry sweetheart.”

“I just wanted to protect you, Chris.”

“And I just wanted to stand behind my woman.” He swallows, his nerves starting to show a bit. “I had something planned tonight.” He kisses your hand. “We have been together for a while, and it has been the time of my life. I have never been happier. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is mine. I never want to let go. Because I adore you, I’d walk through fire for you.”

He stepped back and knelt to the ground on one knee.

You’re pretty sure you have stopped breathing at this point.

“YNN, I love you so much. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you and all our dreams. Can we take on the world together?” He popped open a little red box holding a stunning princess cut diamond solitaire. “Will you marry me?”

Your face really doesn’t give anything away. It is just a single tear that falls. Chris is starting to think this is a bad idea before he sees the smallest nod, before the biggest smile he has ever seen. It was bigger than when you won your election. “Yes! Yes, Chris yes!” You fall into his arms just as he’s standing. The crowd cheers as he swings you around.

After a moment, he sat you down and took out the ring to slide it onto your finger. You look at it before you look back at your fiancé. He cups your face before he kisses you gently.

And you’re home.

The rest of the night was a blur. The only thing that stood out was the call to your parents. Chris had visited them before flying out to the gala. He sat with your father and explained everything. Your dad was satisfied that his little girl was in good hands and gave his blessing. As you walked out of the venue, the press was relentless in asking about your and Chris’s relationship. Rachel and your security team keep them at bay as Chris keeps his arm around you, your head resting against his chest. He got you into the car and Robert drove you away. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper.

“I am so sorry, baby,” Chris pulls so you are seated in his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck. “Mike, he gave the picture to Stacy. She never told us anything about talking to you until it was too late.” He nuzzled into your hair. “I wanted to be here.” He kisses your head. “I never wanted you to do that alone.”

“I shouldn’t have... I should have...”

“Shh, baby, you had no reason to not believe Stacy. I wish you had waited but I still should have made my own statement.” He sighed as he leaned back on the seat and tightened his grip on you. “But that’s the past. You are my future.”

“I can’t believe you proposed.” You stare down at the diamond on your hand. “How did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Well, is that the ring I wanted or that I would say yes?”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t think I didn’t noticed when you would ‘airdrop’ hints to my phone when I wasn’t paying attention or when we would see jewelry on vacation?” He picked up your hand and played with the ring. “You are never flashy or over the top, but you always sparkle. So, when I went with my sisters and ma shopping, we saw this one and it just said ‘YN.’”

The tears started to well in your eyes again. He really did know you.

“Oh honey, don’t cry.” He cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.

“I’m sorry, just,” you sniff, “it's been so hard without you. And I, I just can’t believe you got Harry Styles to dedicate a song to me, to us. The last time I heard it...” you trail off.

Chris’s face softened. “Was the last time we were together. I remember.” You pulled up to your townhome, and Chris climbed out, holding out his hand for you. As you walked to the door, he whispered in your ear, “I remember that I owed you a better time as well.” He opened the door and you gasped.

Candles, roses, and champagne were waiting for you in your living room. A gentle fire was on in the fireplace, with pillows and blankets laid out on the floor. As you took it in, Chris stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you looked in this dress.” You moan as he trails his fingers over the top of your dress. He nipped at that spot on your neck as he pulled the zipper down, his thick finger trailing down your spine.

“Chris,” you whimper as goosebumps bloom on your skin, his wet, open mouth kisses setting every nerve on fire.

“I want to worship you, my fiancé,” he growled as he let the dress drop, showing him the red lace strapless bra and matching panties and garter belt, you had on. “Fuck me, is this new?”

“I bought it for you, and I never got the chance to wear it for you,” you replied, blushing.

“You are perfection, my love.” He sat in the chair. “Twirl for me.” Still in your heel clad feet, you stood in front of him, just out of his reach and did a slow spin. He growled at your teasing as he reached for you, and you stepped back. “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Evans?”

“Who said anything about changing my name?” You giggled as his gaze darkened a little. “I’m a little exposed baby. That jacket and shirt needs to come off.”

Chris stood but never took his eyes off of you as he discarded his jacket, tie and shirt, leaving him in just his suit, pants and shoes. “What now, Senator?”

“Sit,” you ordered, and he followed your direction quickly. You grabbed a pillow and kneeled in front of him, sliding your hands up his legs. He shuddered at your touch, leaning his head back as you undid his pants. You tapped his hip so he could raise them, and you pulled down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock could spring out. You wrapped your hand the best you could around the base and pumped, getting his attention back on you. You looked him straight in the eye as you licked the tip that had a bead of precome on it.

“Fuck, YN,” he mumbled as you took the entire head in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You worked him, softly at first and then harder, slowing down again, much to Chris’s frustration. As you took him to the back of your throat again, you felt him twitch and suddenly you were on your back on the floor as Chris settled in between your legs. He got your bra off first, then the garter, nipping at your skin the entire time.

“Baby, I...” You really didn’t know what you were trying to say. Your brain was overloaded with the sensations on your skin. Chris was everywhere, everywhere, all at once and it caused the pressure to build. Finally, it was just your panties and heels, but Chris made no move to remove either. He ran his nose up and down your covered pussy, grazing your clit and getting what he wanted: a wanton moan from your mouth.

“I love that sound, love.” Chris grasped the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs and over the heels. “I want these hooked around my ears,” he said. “But for now,” he spread your legs wide, “they can hold you open.” He kissed right on your mound and then dove in with his tongue, eating like a man starved. His hands held your thighs open, not allowing you to find some sort of relief until he could feel you tremble. “Are you close, gorgeous?”

“I’m gonna cum, Chris, please!”

“Cum, YN! Let me drink you in!” His dirty talk always got to you, and it was enough for you to let go, a silent scream coming from your mouth as the world went dark. Chris didn’t stop, making it last longer. He finally slowed and began to kiss up your body. His cock was throbbing, needing to find its own release but he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in you. Finally, he was on top, brushing a strand of hair away, looking down at his future wife, the future mother of his children. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. “Are you still...”

“Never stopped,” you replied breathlessly, answering his unasked question about birth control. He bottomed out and you both groaned in relief to be reunited again. He fits perfectly, molded inside of you.

“God, still tight and warm, like I never left.” Chris pulled out slowly before slamming into you. You cried out with each thrust, finally getting the relief you missed. It was slow and torturous but oh, so good.

“Chris, fuck, harder, please!”

“Oh baby,” he cooed. “We have all night.” He sped up his hips to hit your spot inside over and over, but he felt you tighten, gripping him so hard it was becoming hard to move. “Let go baby. Give it to me again. God, this pussy was made for me, gripping me, strangling my cock. Milk me, my fiancé, cum now!” That was it; you cummed hard around him, triggering his own release, “Fuck YES!”

He finally slowed down but never pulled out. He rolled you over, so you were laid out on top of him, and he wrapped a blanket around you both.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Senator.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, future husband.”

The morning headlines were everything Rachel wanted and more. An election to gear up for and a fairytale wedding for the future President and Hollywood’s leading man.

WITNESSING A FAIRYTALE: DC’S GOLDEN GIRL AND HOLLYWOOD’S GUY NEXT DOOR CONFIRM RELATIONSHIP WITH A PROPOSAL!

A/N: I wish this was America’s next royal family of politics. LOL.

Taglist:

@patzammit @slutforchrisjamalevans @jennmurawski13-writes @firephotogrl74 @texmexdarling @tinkerbelle67

#andy's hea #andy's shenanigans #Chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fic #Chris Evans au #asp chris #chris evans story #chris evans fanfiction #Chris Evans x reader #chris evans x you #Chris Evans being a romantic #happy valentine's day #Valentines day chris #adore you

167 notes · View notes

cheriematt · 3 months

Text

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝒎. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

wc - reqs ? - nope ! cw - use of y/n , fluff a/n - valentine's day is coming up so i thought i'd cook up sum quite stuff

ᯓ★

— matt's a huge listener , so once valentine's day comes around he's crafting the perfect gifts for you

— though sometimes he overthinks , not sure if you want something that you were talking about a few months ago , he ends up getting it for you anyway

— matt's not a fancy dinner type of guy , but if that's what you want , he's already reserved a table.

— matt's more into smaller , more intimate valentine's days

— he feels that he shows his love better in that aspect

— matt LOVES the little things , anything related to his interests is what he loves to receive

— he does not expect you to get him anything , telling you how appreciative he is and how he's going to keep it forever

" oh my god this is adorable , i'm keeping it forever . thank you so much sweetheart. "

" matt , it's just a paper star i threw in the bag. there's more in there. "

" oh yeah, well, i still love the star. i'm gonna put it on my desk. "

— matt is 1000% a love letter guy , i think he writes them randomly throughout the relationship , but he def writes a really special one for valentine's day

— matt tries so hard keep everything a secret , refusing to give you hints on anything

" c'mon , matt ! what did you get me ? "

" can't tell you sweetheart, you're gonna have to wait. valentine's day is close , so you won't have to wait too long. "

— like i said , matt is a listener , so he's known your favorite type of flower for a while. he definitely gets you flowers regularly , but for valentine's day he gets you a huge bouquet delivered to your door.

— he posts you on his story of course , but matt is definitely private with your guys' relationship so the pictures aren't crazy.

— send you the CUTEST good morning the text

" good morning my love , happy valentine's day. i love you so so much , more than you know . i'll be over with breakfast in an hour , see you then <3 ... ps, check your doorstep. "

— matt comes with your favorite breakfast , no matter what it is , he'll get it for you... he would cook it , but doesn't want to risk ruining your favorite meal

367 notes · View notes

madssturniolo · 3 months

Text

Valentine’s with BF!Matt💘

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・・.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・.・.・

Happy Valentine’s Day to all my single girls🩵

#matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo edit #matt sturniolo fluff #matt x reader #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #valentines day

277 notes · View notes

sizzlinbaconpeach · 2 months

Text

Be My Valentine

Late Valentine's post

STARS-era Valenfield <3

#valenfield #chris redfield #jill valentine #resident evil #Valentines Day

149 notes · View notes

krikunjayvoice · 3 months

Text

Chris and Jill celebrating Valentine's Day together

#my drawings #my art #valentine's day #chris x jill #chris redfield #jill valentine #resident evil 5 #resident evil

164 notes · View notes

hal-otacon · 3 months

Text

happy valentine’s day, from the evil residents !

#valentine’s day 2024 #albert wesker #excella gionne #ada wong #aeon #valeveira #carlos oliveira #jill valentine #nivanfield #piers nivans #chris redfield #mithan #ethan winters #mia winters #rosemary winters #artists on tumblr #resident evil

126 notes · View notes

amasterpieceofmadness · 3 months

Text

How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

pairings Steve Rogers x reader warnings none, teeth rotting fluff

masterlist

Like Bucky Steve is very old school. Therefore, it’s not a hard decision for him on what to do on Valentines Day. First of all, he wrote you a little love letter, telling you to be ready on Valentines Day, 7pm. And you do just that, just as you finish putting on some lipstick there’s a knock at your door. Excitedly you open it to find Steve standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a huge smile all over his face. “Happy Valentines Day” he says and patiently wait for your reaction. “You look amazing, darling” he looks you up and down and you can’t take his cute look anymore and just wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Steve returns the kiss and smiles softly at you as you part after a couple of seconds. “You ready to go?” As soon as you nod he gently takes your hand and leads the way. He takes you to a vintage bar nearby where you spend the evening. You talk and laugh a lot together, and eventually he is even comfortable enough to dance with you to the music out of an old jukebox. And for a moment he even forgets all the stress and responsibilities he has as Captain America. He feels sent back in time, with you, the love of his life, swaying in his arms.

102 notes · View notes

valenfield-inspo · 1 month

Text

Chris Redfield & Jill Valentine Resident Evil (1996)

Happy 28th Anniversary to the game that started it all! 🧟

#resident evil #re1 #chris redfield #jill valentine #valenfield #chris x jill #jill x chris #my edits #reviledit #i just decided to do the beginning cutscenes instead of the in game footage #i love that they did live action stuff like this back in the day #blood and gore warning #especially with the 4th gif #also gonna tag #flashing gif #just in case #crxjvr #28 years ago wow #anyone feeling old yet?😅

88 notes · View notes

petite-madame · 1 year

Photo

Save a horse, ride a cowboy - (2023)

Happy Valentine’s Day. 💖 Inspired by this great video of a couple riding a mechanical bull. 😁

(Note: this is not the Stucky art for which you voted for in this poll. This Valentine’s Day art was planned a long time ago. You’ll have another Stucky artwork soon)

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #chris evans #myart #valentine's day

1K notes · View notes

alexpdcl · 11 months

Photo

day 4 of @chrisker-week: jealousy

#chrisker #chriskerweek2023 #albert wesker #chris redfield #weschris #jill valentine #resident evil #i wanted to do the first 3 days but got lazy ack ... maybe if i have time i would finish them

324 notes · View notes

rotaryphoam · 1 month

Text

(REPOST) of all my stars brainrot (virus...) for Resident Evil's 28th birthday!!! i love these guys quite dearly.....

#fanart #rkgk #my art #re #resident evil #resident evil fanart #re fanart #resident evil 1 remake #resident evil 3 #resident evil 5 #STARS #Chris Redfield #Jill Valentine #Albert Wesker #Wesker #Barry Burton #resident evil day 2024 #biohazard

135 notes · View notes

chris-mc-dirty · 3 months

Text

Valentines Day is nearing.. yet I'm still alone.

Ah, who needs love anyway? I can just dream..

#valentines day #chris mclean #tdi chris #td chris #love?#chris mclean rp account!!#bluh is sleeping #eepy #total drama #total drama island #tdi #doodle

107 notes · View notes

mangosrar · 3 months

Text

fuck valentine’s day.

#mango talks #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #valentines day #call it what you want

92 notes · View notes

ramp-it-up · 1 year

Text

PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count: 1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista 💕

I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post.

I Do NOT consent to my work being reposted, translated or presented on any other blog or site other than by myself.

You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.

You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.

Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.

His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.

Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.

He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.

“Hello, Princess.”

Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.

Except for this morning.

“Hello Drew.”

You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.

“How was your day?”

You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.

Only you.

Andy sighed.

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.

For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.

Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.

He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.

Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.

“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”

Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.

He was quietly giddy.

You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.

Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.

You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.

He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.

You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.

You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.

Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.

You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.

Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.

Any word would do.

“Drew, I…”

Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.

His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me…”

Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.

“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”

You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.

“Please please please please…”

You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.

“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”

You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.

“Shit.”

Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.

“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”

“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”

“You’re my fucking brat…”

Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.

“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.

“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”

Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.

You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.

“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”

Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.

You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”

You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.

30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Madame.”

You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.

You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.

“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”

You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.

That bitch.

“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”

You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.

“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”

Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.

“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”

“Oh I love you Drew!”

“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

#ask dj #dj answers #candy hearts valentine’s prompts #st. valentine’s day #valentine’s day prompts #valentines day #Valentine’s Day #chris evans smut #chris evans #Andy Barber #andy barber smut #Andy Barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x black reader #andy barber imagine #andy barber x black!reader

678 notes · View notes

loveandleases · 3 months

Text

(Happy Valentine's Day~ I hope everyone has a good day be that alone or with someone. Thought I would do a nice little snippet of one of the Valentine's Day of MC's past. It's a bit long but either way hope you enjoy.) Shifting around in your desk chair, you reach a hand out to graze along the soft petals of roses sitting on your desk. It had been the third set of flowers that came for you today. The first were in your chair when you arrived this morning, the second set waiting for you in your locker in the break room. The third set, the ones you’re currently admiring, were waiting for you when you got out of your meeting.

You had to admit, they were quite beautiful. Each dozen a different color than the one prior. The first a soft yellow, with a card wishing you a good morning. The second a nice orange, another card with well wishes for the day. This set, a nice lavender shade, though the card had yet to arrive.

A soft smile on your face, that is until you feel hands cover your eyes. Your body stiffens, wondering if it’s the sender of what is getting to be your little flower garden. Then slowly your senses begin to adjust allowing you to pick up a familiar scent. A scent you’ve grown familiar with. Warm vanilla. Making it easy for you to put a face to the voice that then whispers into your ear.

“If it isn’t the second most popular person in the office.”

Reaching up you grab her soft delicate hands and move them down, finally opening your eyes. “Were you that bored without me here, Kara?”

She scoffs, before looking down into your eyes. Furrowing her brows, an expression that doesn’t suit her delicate features at all. You watch as her gaze drifts , realizing then that you’re still holding her hands.

Pursing her lips Kara yanks them away, almost as if the simple contact burnt her. Her cheeks slightly redder than they were before. Must be the heat, at least that’s what you thought.

“I was getting tired of picking up all the slack. Do you know how many nights I had to stay late? I thought you were supposed to be back last Friday?”

It’s hard not to grin at her, as she folds her arm and gives you a very forced pout. Kara was never one to stay late at the office, unless you were involved.

“Sorry, flight got delayed. By that point Keegan just gave me the rest of the weekend off. Has it been busy?”

“No more than usual, that’s not the point. I’m going to visit my parents this week. I was hoping I would see your before I leave. I can’t leave in good conscience without knowing the second best office worker is here.”

She starts to fiddle with her bracelet, her fingers grazing along the little rose charm.

“Those are some really big words Ms. Clarke. Some would say you’re vying for my spot.”

She shakes her head, looking around the office with its fluorescent lighting and stark white walls. Then to the flowers that adorn your desk. The most colorful thing in such a dull space, well aside from you. “I hope you like them.”

Your gaze follows hers, and nod without a second thought. “How could I not? Beautiful aren’t they?”

You don’t hear the sigh she lets out, or see the smile she sends your way, as you grab a stack of papers to take into the copying room. Kara follows suit, mentioning the recent visitors to the office, the amount of filing she had to do all by her lonesome. Some would say Kara could be dramatic, especially in her retelling of stories. Though you had to admit that was something you always enjoyed about her.

“So, did anything happen?”

“When?” You begin pressing along the screen of the copying machine, content when it actually works. Whirring as it begins to cycle through the papers, and print them out.

“On your vacation.” Kara flips through the extra sheets of paper on the counter top. Little did you know, the only thing she was paying attention to was you. Not the corrections on the files, the whirring of the machine or the warmth of the room.

The only thing she was focused on was the way your eyes crinkle as you smile at her. The way your fingers tap along the screen of the machine, ensuring it prints just enough. The levels of the ink to your liking. The way you rubbed the side of your neck, still trying to fight the stiffness from sitting at your desk for so long.

Shaking your head, leaning a hip against the counter as the papers continue to print, you look at her. Unsure of what shes thinking when she looks at you.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, why?”

She swallows, licking her full lips before grinning at you. “I thought Chris would have asked…”

Her voice cracks, she then begins to cough. To cover what she almost let slip.

“Ask wha-”

“If you wanted to have lunch before I go back home over the weekend. It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. I guess you two were just too busy.” She winks at you grabbing the copies before you could manage. Nice save Kara.

“Come on, if we were busy doing...that, why would I tell you?”

Kara rolls her eyes, walking backwards out of the office.

“Kara wai-”

“Ouch!”

You can’t help but stifle a laugh, as Kara turns to see who she ran into. Ignoring the papers that had fallen out of her hands and now litter the floor. “Chris?”

“Hey sis. Really need to watch where you’re going. What if I got hurt? What would you do without me around to save you?”

Kara was about to retort, when she noticed a bouquet of white roses in Chris’s hands. “Where did you-”

“Wait, more flowers? Chris you shouldn’t have. I told you I wasn’t mad about you not coming on the vacation with me.”

Chris side steps Kara and leans in to kiss your cheek.

Kara glances to Chris, then to you holding the flowers so dearly, admiring the beauty of the soft white petals. She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door frame. “Mom would be proud.” Kara simply says, though part of her realizes it’s said with some contempt. The reason behind that can be thought of on another day.

“Let me go put these in water and we can go for lunch.”

Chris walks towards Kara, leaning against the wall watching MC as they walk happily to place the flowers with the other three bouquets.

“Really beautiful flowers. I honestly had no idea it was even Valentines Day I was just coming to ask them for lunch.” They smile to themselves, pleased with their good luck. Not only did they forget it was Valentine’s Day but in MC’s eyes Chris was more thoughtful than ever. The bouquets were not only a sign of a happy day, but also of an apology for not going on the vacation for the weekend. Yeah no dog house for them.

“How did you get them?” Kara asks, her eyes scanning Chris.

“Ran into Isaac outside. Said they had a delivery, I asked who for. Imagine my surprise when they said MC. Bet I can guess who they’re from.” Chris turns to Kara, a smug expression on their face. They don’t bother to hide their disgust when the name falls from their lips. Cam. “Cameron.” Chris clicked their tongue.

She doesn’t bother to correct Chris. Even if she did try Chris wouldn’t believe her. They always seem to think the worst of Cam. Regardless of what anyone else says. Chris had always been jealous of their relationship. So much so that it seemed they never considered that someone else may feel something for MC.

She doesn't bother to hide the look on her face when she sees Chris lead MC out of the office, or the feeling inside her gut. One she isn’t quite familiar with, one she isn’t willing to admit.

Kara takes the card out of her pocket and throws it into the bin. The handwritten words to be forgotten, not to see the light of day. Not to sit along the other handwritten cards she so painstakingly filled out earlier in the day. Along with the flowers she had chosen.

A card that simply reads, Happy Valentines Day. With Love, Kara.

#loveandleases #love and leases #kara #valentine's day #snippet #mc isn't the only one to spend it with a lovely woman!#divider by cafekitsune #uh oh chris makes an appearance

68 notes · View notes