Warnings: mentioned smut, not explicit, frustrated!Chris, and also a lot of fluff and humour! Age gap is mentioned as well (you are in your mid/late 20’s (?) and Chris is obviously his actual age (37/8 when Endgame came out)
Summary: request as below from @reginaphalange2403:
“Hello! You asked for requests and I got something lol. Could you maybe do something where the reader and Chris are both marvel actors and really good friends and they are at a premiere or something and later that night in the hotel things get flirty and they decide to sleep together cause they’re both single and bored but as they’re trying to sneak away to do it all the other marvel actors keep interrupting them and stuff lol. Just make it funny I guess. I got the idea from that episode of friends where they’re in London and chandler and Monica are trying to sleep together but the other friends keep getting in the way lol. It does not have to be smutty but it can lead to that if you want. Thanks!”
Word Count: 2,069
Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!Reader
A/N: okay, I have had so much writing this as I LOVE Friends and I found this part of Monica and Chandler’s relationship hilarious, as I was writing this prompt, I watched this exact episode! Thank you for this amazing prompt/request, hope you like it!
Working in the MCU with so many famous faces was a dream, it allowed you to get into the film industry as an upcoming actress and you gained lifelong friends from staring in the film franchise as well. One in particular, Christopher Robert Evans. You and Chris had grown closer than most of the other friendships that you had made over the filming process, maybe because you both had the same sense of humour, but also you had a huge crush on the actor. He was your celebrity crush, and has been ever since you saw him in Fantastic Four as Johnny Storm, and you never thought you would end up being good friends with him, but here you are.
It had been a busy few months in Atlanta filming for Endgame, an emotional last day on set as Captain America for Chris and he has been a little more clingy to you since that day, not that you minded this at all and you couldn’t wait to fly to L.A. for the premiere to see him again as you had to stay in Atlanta a little longer than he did to do a few re-takes of your scenes so FaceTime and texting were the forms of communication you were having with him.
The premiere was tomorrow and you couldn’t wait to hug Chris again, and you were going to actually tell him how you felt, you weren’t going to miss out on something good because you were too scared to tell him. Age gap, distance or jobs be damned, you were falling in love with Chris and you wanted him, and the entire world to know. He had asked you if you wanted to walk down the red carpet with him, as he explained that you were both single, and all your other co-stars were going to be walking down the aisle with their significant others. Your answer of yes was so quick and certain when he asked you knew that you scared him ever so slightly.
You were currently sat in your hotel room, flicking through the tv channels, trying to rest after your flight. Chris and all the guys were going out tonight as he knew you would need your rest as you have flown in from England for the premiere since you were filming in London for your next film that it due to be released next year. The time difference had sucked as you weren’t able to speak to Chris as much as you had wanted but when you were able to speak to Chris, you never took that time for granted, and unknown to you, neither did he, he had missed you and he wanted to make you his and let the world know that too.
You sighed to yourself as you reached for your phone, biting your lip as you knew that Chris was probably having a good time with Hemsworth, Robert and Renner, you didn’t want to ruin that as you glanced at your phone background, a photo of Chris and Dodger that he had sent to you one day when you were having a bad day, contemplating whether you should text him or not. You are broken out of your thoughts when there is a known on the door, you frown as you try to think who it could be because no one knew your hotel room number so you make your way to opening the door.
“Hey love, missed me?” The very familiar Bostonian accent graced your ears once you opened the door, before you even got to look at who was standing in front of you. You gasp and smile widely before launching yourself into Chris’s arms, giving him a hug that rivals any hug you have given to anyone else that you love.
“I thought you were going out with the guys?” You ask as you pull away to look at Chris gently, biting your lip as you let him into your hotel room.
“Yeah, but a night in with my favourite girl sounded a lot more appealing, also, at least we know I won’t be hungover for the premiere tomorrow…” He teases and winks at you lightly, making you laugh and agree with him as you know that he was right.
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The premiere was a success and to celebrate the hotel bar and conference room was set up for a celebration, every one was here, from the cast to the film crew and also family members, spilling out into the bar area and mingling due to the success of the film.
You hadn’t left Chris’s side all night and he hadn’t removed his arm from round your waist but neither of you had minded, it felt so natural. When you walk into the hotel with him, your first thought is getting a drink down you both then you could relax a little more as premieres always made you both so nervous.
You lean on the bar gently, trying to get attention from one of the bar staff, huffing slightly when they all walk passed you to other orders. Chris presses his hand on the bar next to you, leaning forward, grabbing the attention of one of the staff members.
“A beer for me, and whatever my lady here would like as well” He says and smiles at you, his comment makes you blush before you look at the staff member, giving your usual drink order when you are out drinking. You watch the server walk away to sort out your order before turning to Chris, raising your eyebrow at him. “My lady?” You smirk a little and look up at him.
Now it was his turn to blush, laughing lightly and nods before looking down at his feet for a moment then back at you. “Well you are, aren’t you? Think about it, you are the first and last person I speak to everyday and well, have you seen yourself tonight?”
You blush again, taking your drink and sipping it slowly, wanting it to help calm you down. Chris takes this opportunity to lean into your ear so he can whisper something to you. “Because I am pretty sure that a lot of guys want to take you up to their hotel rooms tonight…”
You close your eyes and take a deep breath before deciding to flirt back with him, something you two had never done before but you wanted to take the chance. “Oh yeah, want to introduce me to any of these guys?”
Chris chuckles as he takes a sip of his beer before nodding, leaning against the bar and moving slightly closer to you so you can smell his cologne again and you took in the heavenly scent easily, smiling at him. “You are already talking to one of them…” He says and bites his lip, his nerves showing as he didn’t want to mess up your friendship.
“Why don’t you then?” You counter and smiles slowly, pulling out your spare keycard to your hotel room and slipping it into his jacket breast pocket before finishing your drink and leaving him at the bar so you don’t make it suspicious that you left the party together. What neither of you knew was that getting up to your hotel room was going to be a lot more difficult than you thought, especially when your families and friends were around.
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20 minutes after you had left the bar to go up to your hotel room to wait for Chris you were still at the party, having been stopped by his mom, asking about when you were going to visit Boston again.
You do your best to pay as much attention to Lisa as you could while you tried to find Chris round the room, hoping that he wasn’t upstairs in your hotel room thinking you had abandoned him when you definitely hadn’t thought that you would get stuck talking to his own mom, of all people.
“Of course I will visit Boston as soon as I can Lisa, Chris always said there was a spare bed at his for when I visit and that it was an open invitation so once I have finished with my next film I be there and we can spend some time together.” You say and smile a little wider when you see Chris walk up behind his mom, a confused look on his face when he notices you talking to her.
“Hey, what’s going on here?” He asks and raises his eyebrows at you as in meaning I thought I was going to meet you upstairs.
“Your mom just wanted a catch up.” You smile at him and shakes your head in response to him. I was on my way upstairs.
“Ah, fair enough.” Chris smiles and chuckles softly as he starts speaking to his mom as she mentions that she was now heading up to bed, congratulating you both again on the movie. Once she is out of sight, Chris turns to you and smirks lightly and you scowl at him.
“Shut up Evans…” You mumble and picks your clutch up from the table before furrowing your eyebrows and looking at him. “What are you still doing down here?” You ask curiously before taking his hand and walking towards the elevators with him, pressing the up button.
“Mackie and Seb got me surrounded with Hemsworth and Robert to have a couple of drinks, every time I tried to leave someone had already got me another drink. It was only until the other halves were wanting to go to bed I was able to free myself.” Chris explains and you can’t help but laugh, pushing him into the elevator and waiting for the doors to close before kissing him slowly and deeply.
He immediately reciprocates the kiss and holds your face in his hands gently, slowly pressing you against the wall, one hand moving down to hold your waist. Your hands holding onto the lapels of his jacket tightly.
You only pull away when you need some air, panting lightly as you look up at him before biting your lip and smiling slowly. “I have wanted to do that for a while now…” You whisper and he nods, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.
“You have no idea how much I have wanted to do that too…” He whispers and smiles widely at you as you pull him towards your room once the elevator doors had opened. You knew that in your mind that tonight would not be a one night stand, and you were certain that Chris felt the exact same.
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You groan lightly as the sun streams through the window, hitting your face lightly. Bloody curtains. You turn slowly before last night hit you and you open your eyes quickly. You stare at the clothes on the floor, Chris’ jacket draped over the back of one of the chairs and the rest of his clothes scattered on the floor, along with your designer dress. You take a deep breath before you turn over, trying not to wake Chris or dislodge his arm from round your waist.
You blush when you look up at him and his eyes slowly open. “Morning…” You whisper, nervous for him to suddenly regret what happened between you both.
His radiant smile graces his lips as he tightens his hold on you before kissing your forehead. “Good morning beautiful.” He whispers and you settle into his embrace and enjoy the moment you both have together. Declaring your love through whispers, kisses and much more, enjoying the time together in new ways before you have to fly back to London and he has to fly back to Boston in a few days time.
What no one, not even your friends and family expected, was the photo you and Chris both posted of you two and Dodger that you had taken last time you were in Boston with Chris with the simple caption “❤️” to show the world that you were together. That last night was one of the best nights of your life. That, of course, would then be topped by yours and Chris’ wedding night, and then the birth of your daughter.
You took the leap and it worked out for you and Chris in the best way possible.
About: First-person pov narrator and her husband, Chris Evans, go berry picking with their daughter and chat about having another. Probably the sweetest, sappiest thing I’ve ever written.
Word Count: 2,343
Requested By: Anon! Thanks for submitting this, I genuinely had the best time writing it. Fluff is so soul-cleansing sometimes. Hope you enjoy!
Chris’s mouth was stained the faintest shade of pink between sneaking bites from juicy strawberries to the transfer of my lipstick every time he pressed his lips to mine. The apples of his cheeks and the top of his nose were rosy too, but that was from the morning chill. He pulled me into his chest and I looked up at him, admiring the way the noon sun glinted around him like a halo. Reveling in the bliss, I snuggled into the soft fabric of his worn flannel.
He smiled down at me, rubbing his hand along my arm. “I told you it’s still too cold for this,” he said, chuckling as I shivered.
“I know it’s only April,” I responded, rolling my eyes. “But she wanted to pick berries with you all winter.”
Our eyes landed on the little girl running between the rows of bushes, wildly swinging her wicker basket. Occasionally, she’d bend down and pluck a good strawberry once a ripe one caught her eye, but the red ones were few and far between this early in the season.
“You remember when she was born?” I asked, pressing my cheek to Chris’s chest. He was a human radiator, but it still didn’t rid the cold from my bones. Really, I wanted to see if I could feel his heartbeat thudding through his layers of clothing.
Chris’s laughter rumbled like thunder. “Never gonna forget it,” he proclaimed, enveloping me in his strong arms.
“You said there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her,” I reminded him with a tsk. Although I was sure my teasing grin would’ve given me away, I buried my face into the crook of Chris’s neck to hide it. “I feel like strawberry picking before you go film for the next few months isn’t a lot of her to ask.”
“Oh, just wait until the day she figures that out,” he chuckled. “You of all people should know she’s had me wrapped around her little finger the second she grabbed my pinky in that tiny fist.” Then Chris snorted as he started swaying with me, even though there wasn’t any music. “I never would’ve guessed it’d mean driving an hour and a half to the only farm opened this early in the season and freezing our asses off in the middle of a field.”
But then our daughter jumped up from the middle of a green patch. She raised her arm in the air, proudly waving the bright red berry squished between her small, chubby fingers. “Got a really good one!” she called to us, jumping up and down so hard her dress went flying. Despite the cold and our protests, she’d insisted on wearing a nice checkered red dress so she could match her favorite fruit. It looked awfully funny under the down coat and layers of leggings I’d wrestled her into anyway.
As quickly as she’d ran through the rows of berry bushes, unbearably eager to get her hands on whatever she could manage to conjure up in spite of the frost, she sprinted as fast as her five-year-old legs could carry her in our direction.
“C’mon,” she pleaded once she’d reached us. Her pint-sized hand grabbed mine while the other wrapped around Chris’s fingers, dwarfed by their size. “You guys gotta help look,” she insisted as she tugged us through the field. “‘Cause I’m not gonna find all of ‘em for you to eat all of ‘em. S’not Halloween.”
I gave Chris a pointed look as I tried to stifle my laugh, telling him without saying it that this was his attitude coming through. He was already grinning at me with eyebrows through the roof, trying to convey the same.
“You,” I mouthed, jutting my chin out to reference our little girl. As often as Chris liked to claim he didn’t know where she got it from, I had an idea. She inherited every last ounce of her father’s sass.
Chris’s lips drew into a tight line as his eyes crinkled shut and his head shook once in a defined ‘no.’ I raised my eyebrows, but before I could challenge his assumption, Chris said, “I didn’t touch a piece of her candy last year.”
I scowled as he blamed this on last Halloween. Our daughter finally talked him into wearing the old Captain America costume he snatched on the last set after her whole lifetime of begging to be brought around the neighborhood by Steve Rogers. He begrudgingly stepped into the old thing, bragging about how it still fit like a glove.
By the time they returned, our household had run dry, before I could even sneak any chocolate for myself. So when she collapsed in her bed, leaving her plastic pumpkin on the counter, I ate all of her Reese’s. Although she never liked peanut butter before, she decided the next morning that was her favorite candy and I’d committed an unforgivable crime. Chris, who was preparing for a role, refrained from pigging out with me and escaped punishment.
“I know, Daddy,” she said innocently, sending her dark pigtails bouncing with every step. She did too, he made sure she knew exactly who to blame.
“See?” Chris said between incredulous laughter. “At least someone in this family has a good head on their shoulders.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s important to learn to share,” I grumbled in artificial annoyance. Chris only laughed, but soon stopped as our daughter drew his attention.
She slowed down as she focused on looking more intently among the green vines and thick layer of leaves for the patch of particularly ripe berries she’d managed to find. Chris and I started swinging her between us almost absentmindedly. She squealed as she protested half-heartedly, screeching about needing to focus.
Chris glanced down at our little girl, watching her giggle and leap into the air as we carried her momentum further. His smile grew impossibly wider and carved a dimple into his cheek and crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes. Chris took a deep breath, like he was trying to breathe in the bliss of this moment and replace all of his air as to never forget it.
He looked at me, with the same smile that said so much more than that, his eyes searching for mine. Wanting to share the moment, to marvel at our little joy together. I grinned back, hoping it conveyed half the amount of pride and even just a fraction of the love that his expression did.
Then her little hands started wriggling more furiously from our grip. She ran between the rows, diving under a bush. She rose with two more bright red berries in her hands and an infectious grin on her face, the same smile that had me falling for her father in the first place.
Chris took only a couple strides to meet her before hoisting our daughter up onto his shoulders. She laughed in that lilting way her dad always seemed to squeeze out of her. It made me remember a time, entire years ago now if that’s even possible, that Chris and I would lay awake, staring at me moving stomach as she pushed and stretched underneath the skin. We would wonder what her laugh would sound like, what she would be like.
Too much like her father for her own good, if you ask me.
She popped the berry into her father’s mouth and scolded him for finishing it in one bite instead of saving some for her. They must’ve seemed giant in her tiny palm. Chris apologized anyway and reminded her what I’d said about sharing. As his hands quickly rubbed up and down her legs in an attempt to generate some warmth, he asked, “Can you see any more from all the way up there, darling?”
She rested an elbow atop Chris’s head to support her own. Our daughter peered over the field, a hand shielding her eyes from the high sun like a sailor spotting land. Her legs started to thrash with excitement, kicking Chris square in the chest. He couldn’t put her down fast enough. With her engine already revving, she took off once again to chase whatever berry she’d spotted.
Chris laughed as he caught the breath she’d knocked out of him. “She’s something else,” he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me to his side. He looked at me dreamily, in a way I always wanted someone to but wasn’t naive enough to hope for before I met him, as he said, “Just like her mama.”
“Now that’s something I’ll take credit for,” I grinned as I bumped my hip against his. Chris wasn’t listening though, he was too preoccupied watching our daughter dart between the bushes. She’d occasionally turn back to see that we were still there and, upon realizing we were already looking at her, she’d try to show us the trophies sitting comfortably in her basket, only for a few to topple out.
“I want another,” Chris said, so sure of himself. Without a doubt in the world.
“Yeah?” I asked, trying to hide the hope in my voice. Truth was, I’d been wanting to have another baby for a while now. She was getting so big, after all. I knew our daughter would always be our baby, but I missed having a little one that fit so well in the crook of my arm.
“I mean, as long as you do,” he started to backtrack. Chris shifted uncomfortably, retracting his arm and shoving his hands into his pockets. I tried to catch his eye, but his gaze was on the sky.
“Hey,” I said softly, looping my arm through his, “I want another too.” I leaned my cheek against his shoulder.
Chris’s chest collapsed with a sigh of relief. His head rested on mine, neither of us taking our eyes off our little girl. “Scared me,” Chris chuckled dryly as he pressed a kiss on top of my head.
“We’ve been talking about it for years,” I reminded him of the long, late-night conversations we had. Chris always told me he loved being a part of a big family and wanted the same for his kids, to have the built-in best friends he did.
I wasn’t entirely convinced at first, but our daughter changed my mind. The second she opened those bright, blue eyes, I remember thinking that I’d like to relive that moment a million times over. And when she really laughed for the first time, properly from the bottom of her stomach, she threw her head back the same way her father did. And, one morning, she saw Chris meditating in the living room. Without a word, she climbed into his lap and folded her legs in the same way and watched him with one eye open, trying to sync her breathing with his. Every time little bits of Chris popped out of her, when she furrowed her eyebrows just he did or said something with the same inflection he would, I realized I wanted to watch our children grow up over and over and over again.
“I feel like the timing’s finally right,” Chris sighed. “She’s so much more independent and I’m not signed to any more projects after this one wraps filming. Just saying, you know, I think it’s a good time to start trying again,” he reasoned, tucking his hand into the back pocket of my jeans.
In the past few years, it had never been. She was too little, demanding too much of us to even consider having another any time soon as far as I was concerned. And then Chris started working again. He was always dashing off to some other state to film or another country for promotional press, gone so long he’d miss our baby growing up and I’d miss his help.
“When you get back, though,” I asserted. “No shot in hell am I gonna be able to make breakfast as early as she wants with that god-awful morning sickness.”
Chris laughed again, resting his chin on top of my head. “So you’ve been thinking this through?” he teased. I pressed my lips together and narrowed my eyes at him, unsatisfied. “Kidding,” Chris retracted. “Of course we’ll wait another couple of months. I wouldn’t want to miss a second of it.”
“You say that now,” I warned, raising my eyebrows. “And then it’s three in the morning and I’m waking you up to send you to get some pickles because I’m craving that juice so badly I can’t sleep.”
“God,” Chris chuckled dryly. “Somehow, I’m still going to miss you.” He enveloped me in a hug. I pressed my forehead to the curve of his neck, trying to drown myself in his scent. Treasure the feeling of being in his arms while I still could feel his warmth. Tomorrow morning, his flight would come far too soon.
“It’s because you love me,” I mumbled against his skin, pressing my lips to his neck. I kissed up his jaw until I had to stand on my tip-toes to peck the tip of his nose.
Chris’s warm hands found their way to my cheeks, numbed by the cold. He squished my cheeks together before placing a kiss on my puckered lips. “How’d you know?” Chris asked, looking at me with a crooked smile.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Had a feeling,” I shrugged into our hug.
Then another little body squirmed its way in between our legs, tucking herself between our knees. “You guys are not good at berry picking,” she insisted. “I found all of ‘em.”
“You did work really hard,” Chris said, placing a hand on her head. He ruffled her hair as the little girl’s features scrunched up with earnest annoyance. Chris pulled away from our hug to scoop her up into his arms. He peered into her small basket as his eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped with mock shock. “That’s so many. I’m proud of you, kiddo.”
Being Chris’ assistant was the best job you have ever had, he wasn’t demanding as some Hollywood actors you have met in your time living in LA and he didn’t treat you like a second class citizen, maybe because you had secretly been dating behind the scenes and he didn’t want to treat his own girlfriend poorly. You were currently one set with him for his latest movie, excited as you always were when you were able to watch your boyfriend do what he loves the most, and one day you would be brave enough to walk down the red carpet with him, not as his assistant as the world knows you, but hand in hand as a couple.
You smile as the director yells cut at the end of the take, waving a little at Chris as he walks over to his chair, sitting down slowly. You pass over his annotated copy of his script quietly, watching him looking for his phone, a frown pulling onto his face as you notice it isn’t on him.
“I think you may have left it in your trailer, want me to grab it for you?” You ask him and passes a water bottle to him as he looks up at you, smiling softly.
“Are you sure? I can go…” He says and caresses your arm gently, looking at you with his bright blue eyes lovingly, not caring if there is anyone around you at the moment.
You blush, squeezing his hand gently before nodding. “Its my job, I will be back in a few minutes…” You say and start walking to his trailer, unaware that he is watching you walk away happily.
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You find Chris’ phone on the bedside set of drawers when you walk into his trailer, blushing a little when you see your clothes from last night sprawled out on the floor as you were a bit preoccupied after filming wrapped for the day and you both were a little intoxicated to not care where your clothes landed.
You make quick work to tidying up the trailer, sliding Chris’ phone into your back pocket so you don’t forget it while you tidy a little before heading back to him.
Unbeknownst to you there was a broken bottle on the floor where Chris dropped it last night, and in your ballet pumps it easily pierced through and cut your foot.
“Fuck…” You mumble to yourself, biting your lip as you feel the pain emanate from your foot, you reach for the first aid kit on the side before sitting down slowly, tears pricking your eyes as you feel the pain of the wound.
Your hands begin to shake as you carefully pull your shoe off, wincing at the pull of the shard of glass, blood running down your foot and dripping onto your hand. You try to blink away your tears but the blinking made the tears slide down your cheeks as you try to deal with the issue by yourself.
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Chris started to get worried, the walk from his trailer to the set was barely a five minute walk and you had been gone at least 25 minutes. In that time they had been able to film two more takes of the scene they were working on and have a break in between. He looked round, to see if you had gotten caught up talking to someone but you were nowhere to be be seen.
“Chris, take 5 we are needing to switch up a couple of these lights…" The director calls over to him, Chris nods and gets up from his seat and makes his way to his trailer quickly, panic rising in his stomach as anything could have happened to you in the time you have been gone.
“Ba-Oh, what happened?” He asks, panic in his voice as he walks in and sees the blood on your foot and hand.
You look up at him and take a shaky breath. “I forgot you dropped a bottle last night and a piece pierced through my shoe and into my foot..” You say as Chris sits on the floor in front of you, carefully taking your foot in his hands with light fingers.
“Let’s get you cleaned up then…” He whispers and pulls the first aid kit towards him.
“Sorry…” You mumble and watch him, he takes the shard of glass from your foot with ease and hardly any pain before looking up at you confused at why you were apologising.
“You have no reason to apologise love, it was an accident and I should have been more careful last night…” Chris explains as he bandages your foot up, pressing a kiss to the top of the dressing before packing away the first aid kit. He stands up slowly before carrying you with ease to the bed, kissing your head lovingly. “You stay here and I will be back once we have wrapped for the day…”
You blush a little and passes his phone to him, wiping your hands clean with the wet wipe he gives to you, the smell of blood lingering in the air as he cleans up the mess from the floor. You start to feel guilty as it is usually your job to clean up the mess as his assistant.
“Hey, I know that look, this was both of us who made this mess, so do not worry about it.” He says and sets with you for a moment as he holds you close to calm you down. “I love you sweetheart and even though you are my assistant, I am capable of doing more than you think…” He says and you curl into him. A smile slowly appearing on your face as you look up at him.
“Thank you for taking care of me…” You whisper before Chris leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
Your day had been the absolute worse, and you just wanted to get into bed and sleep the rest of the night away. It had started when you woke up late because you had forgot to set your alarm, you forgot some of the key notes for one of your meetings, having been looking over them when you got home from the night before, your car broke down on the way home from work and your phone was close to dying when the breakdown truck had turned up. Your day could not have been worse, so you were ready to just get home.
You step inside the door slowly, closing your eyes as you lean back against it, sighing lightly. You open your eyes slowly as you hear the pitter patter of your dog’s footsteps on the hardwood floor. Dodger appeared from around the corner, you couldn’t help but smile, sliding down to the floor to greet him. You were glad to see him after the day that you had.
You kiss Dodger’s head, stroking his fur slowly, watching his tail wag at your touch. “Where’s your dadda bub? Where’s daddy?” You mumble, scared to raise your voice in case it would break and you would start crying about your day before you got the comfort you needed from your husband.
Dodger walks towards one of the downstairs offices, your husband’s to be exact and you clamber off the floor quietly to follow him. Kicking your shoes off as you go, hanging your coat up on the coat rack. Dodger walks into the room, laying at your husband’s feet as he was engrossed in his laptop, fingers typing away as he answered his emails.
You paused at the door, a very small smile gracing your lips as you watched him. His wedding band catching the light ever now and again as his fingers raced across the keyboard. You were so proud of him, he has been able to help so many people with the launch of ASP, to be able to have discussions with politicians that would help citizens make their decisions on who to vote for in the election. You notice a new addition to his desk, a framed photo of the both of you from your wedding day, 2 months ago, the smile becoming a little wider when you notice it.
That fades when you remember the day you have and you can’t help but stand timidly in the door of your husband’s office. Dodger whines a little, looking at you with his large eyes, his noise catching Chris’ attention. He looks down at the dog before following Dodger’s gaze over to you.
“Baby,” He smiles before it fades from his face as he notices the tears in your eyes and the way you are pulling your sweater sleeves over your hands. “W-what’s wrong?” He asks, getting up quickly, nearly tripping over Dodger as he makes no attempt to move for Chris.
You shake your head quickly and hides your face in your hands quickly, feeling the cool metal of your engagement ring and wedding band through your sweater. In sickness and in health…till death do us part… That was the promise made by both you and Chris on your wedding day, you knew that you couldn’t lie about how bad your day has been even though you know it will be fie eventually and seems very small in the grand scheme of things.
“Come on princess, I can’t have my wife crying on me and not tell me the reason why she is so upset…” He says, wrapping his arms round, pulling him against his chest. Worry seeping from every part of him as he kisses your head comfortingly.
“My day has been the worst…” You mumble, wipe your eyes and nose on your sweater sleeve, grimacing at the snot that is left there before looking up at Chris. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid at the mess you have just made on your sweater, he was more concerned about you right now.
He has a soft, comforting smile on your face. “Why don’t you tell me about it? And I will see how I can make your day better, yeah?” He offers to you as he reaches up to stroke your cheeks, catching the tears you missed with his thumbs.
You look up at Chris and a smile that matches his makes its way onto your lips, he always had this effect on you. No matter what was wrong, he was able to make you smile. Just like in this moment.
“But you’re busy…” You mumble and glance towards his laptop that is open on the unfinished email that he was writing when you had interrupted him in writing. You look back up at him and wrap your arms round him slowly, just needing to be near him right now and needing his comfort.
“That can wait, you need me more…” He says before quickly walking over to his laptop, saving the email as a draft so he can come back to it tomorrow before turning it off completely. He smiles softly at you and wraps his arms round your waist, kissing your head again. He leads you to the couch in the living room, closing the door to his office behind you both as Dodger lays on his bed under the window.
You cuddle into Chris’ side, telling about what made your day so bad, his hand rubbing comforting circles on your back as he tried to keep you calm throughout the story. “Baby, I am so sorry that your day was so bad, I will get someone to come out and check your car over tomorrow…” He says and kisses your temple, a soft smile gracing your lips.
“You are the best you know that right?” You whisper as Chris pulls a blanket round you, noticing that you were shivering slightly as you look up into your husband’s blue eyes.
“I think you are talking about the wrong person there beautiful, because it is you who is the best, and I know that today wasn’t the best for you, but I promise no matter how bad your day is, I am always here for you because I love you so much…” He says, stroking your cheek slowly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, your eyes close at the contact. “And I want you to know that I am proud of you, proud of who you are and what you do, you go out into the world everyday, during a fucking pandemic and still deliver to your company in a way that many people probably wouldn’t do during the year that we have had… You are bloody amazing babe and please do not let this single day weigh you down. You have got me, Dodge, hell, even the whole of my family to speak to if you need to talk to after a bad day. I am here for you and I always will be, like I promised in our wedding vows.” Chris says gently, the sincerity in his eyes boring into your soul as you don’t know what to say to him.
Tears well up in your eyes, but instead of them being tears of sadness, they are tears of happiness. You sit up and hug your husband tightly before smiling at you.
“I don’t deserve you Chris…” You whisper as he wipes your tears away again for the second time that day.
“Its me who doesn’t deserve you babe…’ He says softly as you shake your head, smiling at how long this argument could go on for so you just pull him in for a tight hug. Grateful for having a husband who would drop everything to make you feel better about your terrible day.
Warnings: homesickness mention and mention of the global pandemic and lockdowns
Summary: request from an anon: ‘You and Chris have been dating for a year, but you live in a different state, so you bite the bullet and leave your job and family and move to Boston. You start to get homesick with the holidays coming up, and you feel nothing in the home you now share is yours. Chris noticed that you are acting different, so you tell him through sobbing tears how sad you are. Maybe he even lets you get a cat?’
a/n: this request has been sat in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry how long it has taken me to get it up, basically writer’s block is a bitch when it comes to drabbles and i wanted to get started on my ransom multi-chapter, but it is up now! hope you like it! 🥺☺️
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Christmas. Your favourite time of the year, usually. This year was a little different though, this year you weren’t going to be spending it with your family. You had bit the bullet and moved across the country to be with your boyfriend. Chris. Chris and his dog, Dodger. You had left your entire life behind, family, friends, your job. When you first moved in it was the best decision you had ever made, you were able to spend every day and night with your favourite person, your boyfriend. But as the months passed and the global pandemic raging as the festive season drew closer, you couldn’t help but feel more alone than you ever have before in your life. You wouldn’t be able to go home, with Chris in tow, to see your family for the week after Christmas, and they wouldn’t be able to come to you either. It had brought your spirits right down, especially with the year that has just happened, you didn’t know how to feel, or even tell Chris.
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You frown a little as you look round the decorated living room quietly, pulling the blanket closer to you to get rid of the chill that you was feeling creeping in, not because of how cold it was in Boston but it was this chill was because of how quiet it was round the house. Chris had popped out to do some last minute Christmas shopping and left you with Dodger as company.
Usually a few days before Christmas your family would all converge at your parent’s house for the holidays, laughter and noise would fill the house.
But this isn’t a normal year. Or a normal Christmas. 2020 sucked. The whole pandemic fucking sucked. You missed your whole family and you haven’t been able to see them since you moved to Boston to live with Chris.
Tears fill your eyes as you look at the bookshelf, trying to make out your things but you couldn’t. The house that you now share with Chris didn’t feel homely to you. It was too big, too quiet and you knew that it would break Chris’ heart if you told him how you actually feel.
Dodger rests his head on your knee, knowing that you were upset, trying to comfort you before Chris came home. You smile a little and pet his head quietly.
“I’m sorry Dodge…I just feel so lonely…” You whisper to the pup, unbeknownst to you that Chris has just arrived home and could hear you from the doorway.
He frowns to himself as he watches you, noticing the tears that have stained your cheeks and sets the shopping bags down. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks softly, not wanting to startle you too much.
You jump and turn to him before shaking your head, looking back down at Dodger who was yet to go and greet Chris. “It’s not a big deal…”
Chris sits next to you and pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back slowly. “It is a big deal, I want you to feel at home here, I know it was tough for you to leave your entire life behind for me…”
You sob gently and nods slowly before burying your face into his cable knit sweater, his scent overwhelming your scenes as you can’t help but let the tears fall. “I just, I miss them so much, even though we now share this house, it doesn’t feel like home. I don’t think it helped with the pandemic and that we are unable to really see anyone else…but it has been really hard on my mental health Chris…”
You feel him press a soft kiss into your hair, something that has always calmed you down when you were upset. But, instead of calming you down, it made you feel worse, guilty that you were feeling like this when it should be the most joyous time of the year. Add the fact that it would be the first Christmas you and Chris spend together in your own house, not either of your parent’s houses. You should be making new memories and new traditions, not crying over something so small.
“Here’s what we are going to do tonight…” Chris whispers to you, rubbing your back in soothing circles, kissing your temple to ensure that you are listening to him. “I am going to run us a bubble bath and then we are going to get into our pyjamas and then, we are going to FaceTime your parents, have a catch up with them, then we will watch a movie with some hot chocolate and cookies…”
You can’t help but smile a little at Chris’ plans for you both and his willingness to FaceTime your parents for you. But the feeling of being lonely still lingers even though Chris has been able to cheer you up a little.
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A few days after you told Chris how you really felt and that you were lonely and homesick, he arrived home early from his meetings. Dodger goes to greet him excitedly as you follow Dodger, smiling at him a little. Chris could see that even though you had told him what was wrong it would take some time for you to be back to your normal self again.
“You’re home early…” You say a little confused as you stop by the kitchen doorway, watching Chris a little confused. You notice that he is holding a small bundle in his arms as he tries to unzip his jacket with one arm and with Dodger jump up at him. “Dodge, come on, let Daddy come in properly…” You tell the pup and he sulks off to his bed quietly, head down and tail limp.
“I am, and I have an early Christmas present for you…” He says and walks over to you, placing the small bundle of fur in your arms carefully, trying not to startle the small ginger furred kitten he was holding.
You gasp and looks at the kitten in shock before tearing up, holding her close to your chest as she nuzzles into your warmth. “Chris…” You mumble and a genuine smile gracing your lips for the first time in a long time. “She is gorgeous…”
“I remember you told me that you used to have a cat when you were younger, so I thought…I have Dodger as my companion and you could have this little one as yours…” He explains and sets the bag of the kitten’s belongings down so he can start putting them in the right places with Dodger’s equivalents.
You watch Chris a little overwhelmed before leaning down to kiss your kitten’s fur as she purrs up at you. “Welcome to the family little one, I think I am going to call you Ginger, to match your fur…” You say softly and smiles as she looks up at you curiously with her large eyes.
Chris smiles as he watches you, biting his lip as he knows that getting you a kitten wasn’t the complete solution to curb your loneliness and crush it, but it was a start and he couldn’t wait till the pandemic would lighten up so he could fly your entire family out here for you. To make you smile. Because that is all Chris ever wanted, to see you smile and know that he has done everything he could to make you happy.
Warnings: pure and utter fluff. Soft!Ransom for the win. Mentions of Ransom eating you out, VERY briefly.
Summary: Ransom is a reformed character since he has gotten out of prison, and you both are excited for the homecoming of your new puppy, having turned Ransom into a dog person after years of hating the dogs kept at the Thrombey Manor. (Yes it is inspired by the video of Chris holding the puppy in his IG story because I am so 🥺🥺🥺 for it!)
A/N: I would also like to say a massive thank you for everyone who has followed me and is supporting my writing. I am surprised that I have nearly 150 followers, please keep liking and reblogging my writing if you like it ☺️ thank you so much, I love you all x
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You knew that Ransom was a murderer when you met him one day in his favourite coffee shop. It was big news when it was revealed that he had a hand in is grandfather’s, Harlan Thrombey’s, death on the night of his 85th birthday party. That didn’t scare you away though, not like it scared everyone else away, because who would want to be associated with a killer? That is what made him more appealing to you, plus you liked a challenge.
Ransom wasn’t one to fall in love, he was a lone wolf as he thought, sleep with countless women each week with no regrets or fears in the world. That was what he was like, before prison, and before you. You stepped into his life when he needed someone on his side the most. His family disowned him when they found out that he was responsible for Harlan’s death. They cut him off immediately when the judge sentenced him to prison, luckily he was able to get out, somehow on good behaviour. Most likely because he kept to himself and stayed away from inmates that he could tell were trouble. It wasn’t like his family liked him on the best of times, but having no one at all on his side was very isolating to him.
Ransom saw you as his saviour that day in the coffee shop, when you asked if it was okay to sit with him as all the other tables were taken. Ransom couldn’t seem to say no to you, you were beautiful in his eyes, and he knew straightaway that he had to make you his. Not in a possessive way for once, but in a loving way. For once he was able to see a future where he could settle down with someone and have a family, despite his past.
That was 6 months ago, Ransom had moved in with you when he had to sell his house as he had no more money to pay for it, since he wasn’t able to go to his family for help anymore. Linda told him the day he got sent down that he was ‘no son of hers’ anymore and you knew that affected Ransom more that it had than when he had to beg you for help.
Living with Ransom was better than you expected, if prison taught him something, it was to be a lot more grateful for everything in his life. He started pulling his weight around the house, while you were at work he would tidy the house and make sure that something was in the oven by the time you got home. During this time, you found out that Ransom was an amazing cook, and also that he loved to treat you (which you did not mind at all). You also found out that Ransom hated dogs, which made you a little sick to your stomach, because how could someone hate dogs, especially puppies? Ransom did explain that his hate towards dogs was due to the ones his parents and grandfather had at the Manor, they were too loud and boisterous for him. He didn’t like them jumping up at him either, so there was that.
Since finding out that your boyfriend hated dogs, it was now your mission to get him to like them as you had always planned to get a rescue puppy, plus you had been planning on getting one long before you even met Ransom and started dating.
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You hold the small puppy to your chest as you unlock the door to your house, shielding it from the harsh November wind that downtown Boston had to offer today. You glance at your boyfriend’s Beemer parked in the driveway next to your little Fiat 500 that you had just locked. He was home. It was now or never regarding the little puppy in your arms.
You step inside and kiss the puppy’s head lightly as you kick your shoes off, shrugging your coat off to the best of your ability as you try to not jostle the dog so it stays calm in your arms.
“Babe?” Ransom calls from the kitchen, a smile immediately finds your lips as you hear his voice. You shut the mudroom door with a kick of your foot as you set the bag of belongings for your new puppy down, setting it down on the floor slowly. It takes to sniffing round the hallway, taking its time to get used to its new home as you step over it, walking towards the kitchen to join Ransom.
“Hi love,” you say, smiling at the white cable knit sweater he was wearing. You loved the look of it on him, and how it stretched over his broad shoulders. You lean up to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek, smiling to yourself as you stroke the beard he has allowed to grow. You loved the beard, especially when he went down on you and left beard burn on your thighs, it was like he was marking you to remind you what he can do to you between your legs.
“How was work?” He asks as he turns the oven down slightly, turning to you, wrapping his arms round as yours latched to him round his neck. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips as you nod, smiling into the kiss before pulling away. Your fingers running through his fluffy hair, a hairstyle you loved on him.
“Great, how was your day?” You ask as the puppy makings his way into the kitchen, standing by your feet before sniffing at Ransom’s sock, odd might you add.
“It was go- babe, why is there a puppy sniffing at my feet?” Ransom asks, looking down at the newcomer when he feels the dog’s nose on his feet. You bite your lip nervously as he looks back up at you, eyebrow raising in confusion. He thought you knew that he didn’t like dogs, that they were off the table in regards to pets, not that cats were any better to him.
“Well…” You say and reach down to pick the puppy up. “He needed a new home, and maybe he could be the one to help you like dogs, I mean, look at how cute he is Ran…” You say and hold him to face Ransom, a pout appearing on your face as you look at your boyfriend.
Ransom couldn’t help but chuckle at you, and he had to admit to himself that the dog was fucking adorable. Maybe you were right, maybe this little guy would help him get over his fear of dogs. Its not like this little guy would hurt him or anything, he couldn’t be anymore than 4 months old. “What’s his name?”
“Milo” You say and beam up at him, Ransom could have died at how cute and happy you looked right now as you held the puppy to your chest.
“Hey Milo, you gonna be a good boy for us?” Ransom asks and leans his head closer to the small puppy, chuckling as he gets a lick on his cheek in return. Ransom shakes his head affectionately as you walk into the living room with Milo, to get his bed and toys sorted as Ransom finished getting dinner ready for the both of you.
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After dinner was eaten and Ransom had loaded the dishwasher you were sat at opposite sides of the living room, getting Milo to run between you both to try and catch his new tennis ball. Ransom couldn’t help but laugh at the puppy still getting to grips with how to manage his balance. This made you smile widely at Ransom and Milo, your two boys.
As Milo starts to tire out, Ransom picks him up and holds him to his chest, swaying to the music that he had put on the speakers in the house. Kissing his head softly as he holds Milo. Milo rests his head on Ransom’s shoulder, clearly exhausted from the playing and running about.
“Looks like someone is ready for bed…” You chuckle and get up to sit on the couch, watching Ransom with the dog.
“I think he is, but he is not sharing with us.” Ransom says and looks at you, you frown a little and Ransom smirks at you before looking at Milo. “I mean he can have his bed in our room, but he is not sleeping in our bed.”
You smile widely, happy that you were able to compromise on the sleeping situation as you didn’t want Milo to be left down here all alone, especially when he might be scared as he is in a new home. Ransom keeps kissing Milo on the head every now and again as he holds him closer to him, a soft smile gracing his lips every time he looks down at the 4 month old puppy.
“I didn’t think you were a dog person Ransom…” You say as you take a photo of him and Milo, smiling as you set your phone down, walking over to him to wrap your arms round his waist, giggling as Milo licks your cheek affectionately.
“Well, you know what they say, people change for the ones they love…” Ransom whispers into your hair as you all cuddle together to welcome the puppy into your tiny family unit before heading up to bed together. A smile unable to leave your lips as you confirm the love you feel for Ransom back to him for the first time.
Warnings: Defending Jacob spoilers but also slightly au/canon divergence! soft!Andy Barber though! Who doesn’t love that?
Summary: Andy has been working all evening on a new case that he has been assigned but it was a Friday and you wanted to spend time with him so you needed to find a way to get him to switch off for the evening.
You let out a quiet, albeit annoyed sigh as you look over at Andy sat at the dining table, laptop and files spread around him. You were glad that he was finally able to go back to being an Assistant District Attorney, he was too good at his job not to go back to it, especially after the car crash that Laurie had purposefully caused led to Jacob’s death in hospital, then the breakdown of their marriage after Andy eventually found out the truth as Laurie couldn’t live with the guilt and went to the police after the teenager’s funeral. This was nearing 3 years ago now, 2 years ago you had met Andy through mutual friends and hit off instantly.
Andy admittedly took longer to fall in love with you than you did with him, but he was worth the wait in your eyes. When you met, he was still healing from the death of his son, and the breakdown of his marriage that had lasted for nearly 20 years. A marriage that he tried to salvage but Laurie had none of it as she broke down herself. You gave him the space and time he needed, allowed him to come to you when he was ready for a relationship again. Now, he was completely and utterly in love with you, back in the job he loves, in your shared home with your upcoming wedding to plan. When Andy did eventually fall in love with you, he fell hard…and fast, and he knew what he wanted to happen with your relationship.
Now, it was a Friday evening and Andy was still in work mode, hunched over his laptop and flicking through files. Whereas, you were ready to relax for the weekend, as soon as you had gotten home from work you had changed into a comfy t-shirt and sweats. You wanted to watch a film and cuddle on the couch with Andy, maybe order a takeaway was well to round the evening up perfectly before heading up to bed. You had even stopped by the store on your way home to get a bag of his favourite popcorn, some beers and other snacks for a movie night but he hadn’t said anything for the last hour, and you were getting bored waiting for him.
You look up from your phone gently, looking over at Andy quietly, frowning to yourself. His shoulders were tense and you could only imagine that his forehead would be showing some frown lines as he concentrates on the case he is working on. You never wanted to seem that you were a needy partner, but it was a Friday night, and that Andy had stayed up until 2am each night this week to work on the case to ensure he knew the details on the back of his hand ready for the trial in a couple of weeks. Andy needed to prove himself in the courtroom, to ensure that he was safe in his job and that what happened 3 years ago didn’t affect his work.
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Another hour passes before you look at the bowl of popcorn you had poured out and the bags of chips that Andy loves sat on the coffee table, still waiting for you to dive in as a movie played on your wall-mounted TV. You bite your lip as you hatch a plan in to getting Andy’s attention away from his work and on you for hopefully the whole weekend. You innocently pick up the bowl of popcorn, not that Andy knew that it was sat on the coffee table in front of you, you set the bowl in your lap, eating a few pieces as you were also feeling peckish. Turning to face Andy, smirking to yourself you start throwing pieces of popcorn at his head, biting your lip so you don’t laugh at what you are doing.
“That’s starting to get annoying…” Andy’s Bostonian accent mumbles towards you after the 6th or 7th piece that does hit his head, his shoulders slumping as he turns to face you, raising his eyebrow at you in question as to why you are throwing popcorn at him.
“That was the point Andy…” You say and he frowns a little, crossing his arms over his chest as you get up from your spot on the couch. “It’s Friday night, and I know that this case means a lot to you, but I was hoping that I would be able to spend this evening with you, and possibly watch a film…” By the end of your explanation to why you were annoying him with popcorn, you had slipped your way into Andy’s lap, wrapping your arms round his shoulders to hold you in place as his arms wrap round your waist instantly.
He sighs and presses a kiss to your shoulder before resting his chin on it gently and looks up at you. Maybe a weekend away from his laptop and work would help, allow him to have a clear thought process on Monday when it came to work… Looking up at you, he feels his shoulders relax, feeling the tension from his whole body release as he holds you closer, this was the medicine that he needed this evening.
“You’re right…sorry baby…let me pack this up while you pick a film for us to watch…” He whispers after kissing your cheek lovingly, patting your bum as you stand up from his lap.
He chuckles softly at how many pieces of popcorn are on the floor round his chair as he picks them all up, chuckling them in the trash before packing the files and his laptop in his briefcase, quickly putting it away in his office, returning to you and getting comfortable on the couch as you relax against him.
Friday evening movies were definitely what Andy needed right now to take his mind away from work so he didn’t burn out from overworking himself.
It wasn’t often that you had to work so much when Chris was home. But since your team literally brushed off this presentation onto you, to prepare it all by yourself, you had been confined to your office in your shared Boston home ever since you had it given to you in your team meeting on the Monday morning.
This had meant missing quality time spent with Chris, who had just spent 6 weeks away from Boston on a press tour of America and Europe promoting Knives Out with the cast. He had arrived home early on the Monday morning crawling into bed beside you mere hours before you had to go to the office for this meeting of yours. Most of the time your job was able to be done remotely, but the team meetings were always a big deal and you had to be in the office for them.
Since the Monday afternoon, when you arrived home from the office with a large mountain of paperwork for the presentation, your bum had made good friends with your office chair for nearly 14 hours a day so you could get this work completely. By being stuck in your office meant that you had barely seen Chris, or Dodger for a matter of fact, you saw them briefly in the morning when you went into the kitchen to get some breakfast, lunch then when you eventually walked up to your shared bedroom after eating the dinner Chris had made you by yourself in your office. You knew that this wasn’t healthy, you needed to spend time away from work so you could relax. You needed to spend time with Chris, especially after 6 weeks separation due to his job, but you were too conscientious to stop working as this presentation was very important to prove that the team was performing as they should be.
You yawned softly into the sleeve of one of Chris’ old Patriots hoodie you had stolen from him, you were slowly losing concentration as you read over the material you had already collated on your laptop. Your eyes were getting heavy and your shoulders felt tense as you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. Having opted to not even wear your contacts for the last 3 days as staring at your laptop would have dried your eyes out a lot quicker than if you wore your glasses.
You jump ever so slightly when you see a mug of steaming hot tea being placed on the Captain America coaster you have next to your pen pot, looking up at Chris and smiling softly. Gratefully, more like. He smiles back down at you lightly, the soft half smile you have loved ever since before you two got together, before leaning down to press a loving kiss to your hair.
He hands rest on your shoulders lightly and he frowns to himself when he can feel how tense your muscles are, slowly and gently he begins to massage them to try and help you in any way that he can. You hadn’t really spoken to him about work recently, but he did know how important this presentation must be if you are working longer than if you did have to go into the office.
You sigh and melt into his touch as his fingers work into the knots, you felt instantly relaxed by him just being in the room with you. He had been a saint while you had been too focused on work. He had made sure that you were eating, bringing the food to your office if you did forget to come out to eat, also ensuring that you were drinking plenty as well. He also knew when you needed to be left alone, to work, and during those periods of time he would either go to visit his family or go into his office to catch up with some emails or call his agent, or depending on the time of day, took Dodger for a long walk.
“Thank you…” You whisper, your voice hoarse from the lack of use as you reach over your shoulder to give Chris’ hand a gentle squeeze, a sign to show that you appreciate that he has brought this to you. Chris knew you too well at this point in your relationship to know that a cup of tea always keeps you going, and would calm you and your nerves down over the presentation.
“Your welcome…” You hear him whisper, squeezing your shoulders lightly before he perches himself against your desk, looking down at you. You look up at his face properly for the first time in God knows how long. Well, at least the first time today, and it was a sight for sore eyes, you had missed him even though you were in the same house again. His expression as he looked down at you was just of worry, he was worried that you were going to work yourself too hard and make yourself sick.
You reach for your mug of tea, chuckling a little when you see that it is your favourite mug, sporting the quote “I get to tap America’s ass.” A fan had made it for you as a gift, and gave it to Chris when she met him at a convention while he was promoting Knives Out in LA, citing the hilarious quote from Endgame. As you blow on the steaming tea gently to cool it down so you wouldn’t burn your mouth as you drink it, you notice that Chris is watching you intently, looking for something to make him worry more as you have been cooped up in the same room for so long. Dodger sits at his feet and his tail wags a little, looking between you both curiously.
“You can’t sit there all day…I’m worried that you are going to make yourself sick by overworking yourself…” He says, his eyes widening a little at the thought of you getting sick. He looked a little like a lost puppy, and your eyes softened at the sight of him. He was insanely worried about you.
“I’m not Chris…” You sigh a little before setting the mug back on the coaster, resting your free hand on his arm lightly to try and comfort him. “But, I need to get this work completed…” You say, frowning when you look at your laptop as your email notification sounds. You hoped that it was one of your team members asking if you wanted some help, maybe take over for a few days so you can relax and spend time with your boyfriend, but no, it wasn’t. As you open it, you remove your glasses to rub your already sore eyes, slipping them back on as you read of some more requirements that the presentation needed to follow.
“You need to rest though love, why don’t you just send what you already have to your team, make them complete the rest? I can see that they aren’t helping by the amount of time you are having to spend in here…” Chris says, crossing his arms lightly, biting his lip as you sit back a little in your chair. You rest your head back gently, looking at Chris quietly, you were secretly glad that he had noticed how you were struggling slightly by yourself, that you needed help. Maybe, you should just stick up for yourself and send it to the whole team, demanding them to pull their weight. Allowing you to have some time to relax, away from your laptop.
You think for a few minutes about how relaxing it would be to spend the weekend with Chris and Dodger, smiling a little to yourself as thoughts of afternoon walks, coffee shop dates and watching the Pat’s game with Chris and his family flooded your mind. “Plus, I think Dodge is sick of my company, and wants some of your attention…” Chris’ voice interrupts your daydreaming and you smile at him as he reaches to pet the dog laid down by your feet now. He hadn’t been allowed in your office this week while you worked, unlike all the other times he laid down by your feet while you worked while Chris was away.
“I think you may have a point…” You mumble before leaning towards your laptop, composing a new email to your team, including your boss so she can see how you have been treated in regards to the presentation, asking for them to pull their weight and also to not bother you for the next week as you had been working tirelessly for 5 days straight now. Hopefully, by adding your boss into the recipients list of the email will make the team work harder and get the rest of the presentation completed without you.
Chris smiles at you and shuts your laptop for you when you have sent the email with all the materials you had already sorted, taking your hand gently to help you out of the chair. You both walk through to the living room, curling up on the couch slowly, Dodger curling up next to you both as you spend the rest of the afternoon watching films and relaxing as Chris talks about his time away.
You smile to yourself as you listen to Chris talk about his time away from Boston, content that you have your boyfriend there when you need him most to make you realise what is best for you and get you out of the unhealthy habits you have when it comes to work.
