#featuring dodger

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Someone is missing their dad, and he’s totally representing the feelings of the whole family (🐶🐶🐶👦🏻👧🏻👩🏻), just saying, @itschristopherevans #loveyou #missyou #haveagreatdayatwork #dodger 

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wow. [c.e]

a/n: chris has all my uwus and this is part four and the finale lmao

summary: so what happens when you finally kiss the love of your life? 

word count: 1,889

warnings: I apologize if u prefer a different kind of juice; y’all im shook idk what im writing half the time; fluff if u squint; also wtf kind of summary man

It’s been weeks since you’ve spoken to Chris and yet here you are, standing in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, you knock aggressively before waiting and contemplating on if you should just leave now while you can. Before you can make a decision, the door cracks open and you give him a small smile. “Why the hell haven’t you been answering my calls?” He opens the door wider, inviting you inside but you know better and continue to stand in the same spot.

“Come in,” he says, motioning for you to come inside but you continue to stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights. 

“I need to talk to you,” you inhale deeply and he stares at you for a long while before crossing his arms. 

“Well, come inside and we can talk.” He raises a brow and moves aside for you to come inside and you forfeit, slipping inside and making a beeline to the living room. “So, what’s up?” He makes his way to the kitchen, knowing that you normally ask for a cup of juice of some sort. You don’t answer, chickening out on telling him how you really feel. When he sees you’re not going to talk, he continues, “So why haven’t you been answering my calls?”

You look over at him, “I-I’ve been busy,”

“Doing what?” He slips the cup of apple juice into your hand and when his fingers brush against your skin, you can’t help but relish the feeling and your hand twitches, wanting to grab his but you barely stop yourself. 

“Stuff,” you nonchalantly answer which is better than you expected. You shrug and take a sip the apple juice as he looks at you, scanning your face. You shift in discomfort and turn away from him. “So, what’s her name?”

“I missed you,” he ignores your question and your heart buzzes in a way you can’t describe. You can hear him stepping closer and your heart accelerates to the point where you nearly can’t hear anything except for his footsteps coming up from behind you.

“Chris,” you whisper, turning towards him.

“Like, really missed you,” he stares at you and his hand is hovering over your upper arm. Your skin is begging to be touched by him, to be wooed and relished in every sense. You’re subconsciously biting your lip when you lean up slightly to look at him and the next thing you know, you’re kissing him like your life depended on it because it was starting to feel like it did. 

That was a rule you two had made when you decided to start fucking around was to not ever kiss on the lips. It was mainly because it was a symbol for romantic love and it didn’t make sense to kiss each other on the lips if you weren’t romantically involved. It was a rule made for good measures but damn, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wanted to break that rule since day one.

“Chris?” A voice echos through the house and you’re pushing him away, grabbing the apple juice and slinging yourself over the couch, careful not to spill the juice. He takes a little longer to process what just happened and clears his throat, “In here,”

You had known about his long dating history but you weren’t expecting to see his long time ex, Minka. She was the longest person he had been with and no doubt he still had feelings for her. Obviously, you tell yourself, why the fuck else would he be with her, dumbass.

“Hey,” she smiles and makes her way over to him, kissing him on the cheek and he looks uncomfortable when he smiles back and wraps his arm around her waist.

“This is [Y/N],” Chris steps away from her for a second and you smile weakly, giving her a small smile of acknowledgement. 

“So this is [Y/N],” she smiles and makes her way over to you. “I’m Minka,” she holds out her hand for you to shake and stupidly, you high five her instead. Her smile fades and she looks at Chris like is she okay and you swallow hard, turning back to your apple juice. “Nice to finally meet you,” she says and you ignore her, unsure of how to react so instead you just nod, still sipping on the juice. “So...” She turns back to Chris and smiles brightly, “are you ready?”

“For?” Chris looks at her in confusion and she laughs it off.

“Our date,” she reminds him and the lightbulb goes off in his head. “Right,” he looks over at you as if trying to gage your reaction. “Thanks for coming over to watch Dodger for me on such short time,” Chris adds and you look up over at him, offering him a small smile.

“Anything for a friend,”

“I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He grabs his jacket and takes Minka’s offered hand. She swings his hand a little as they make their way out of his place. You sigh, letting out a frustrated scream which echos and Dodger happily yips, making his way towards you. He bounces up onto the couch and you rub his belly, “At least you love me, don’tcha bubba,” you mumble and he happily wags his tail at the attention he’s receiving. 

After Dodger falls asleep to your addictive petting, you slip off the couch and make your way to Chris’ room. You purse your lips as you peek inside and find it to be in the same condition that it was the last time you were here--clean but of course, Dodger’s loyal lion slumped on the floor beside the foot of the bed. You smile softly before mindlessly trailing into his room and you walk past his closet, hands brushing against the soft materials. You smile and inhale deeply, savoring the scent of his cologne. You make your way to his bed, falling down onto it as you splay your body on his cool sheets. 

The bed dips and you look to find Chris hovering over you with that smirk of his and you instinctively reach to grab his arm, biting your lip. He smiles at the sight of you and leans down to press a feather-like kiss on your neck. “Chris,” your voice is soft, almost pleading and he moves, his hands gliding up your body from your hips, then under your shirt until he’s pulling it off. As he tosses it aside, you reach for the button on his jeans and make quick work of trying to slide them off of him. He chuckles a little when you attempt to strategically shove his pants off with your feet but sorta failed. “You’re cute,” he whispers, assisting you before he leans back over to press kisses on your hips, then your waist, then your breasts and lastly, your lips. You greedily accept, Minka being the last thing on your mind. “I love you.” You whisper when he pulls back with his lips millimeters away from yours.

You wake in a jolt, looking around at your surroundings with a cold sweat. “The fuck,” you whisper and slide off his bed, making your way out to the living room to check on Dodger who is still sound asleep and you notice that it’s dark out. Jesus, you make your way back to his room in search for some clothes, knowing he secretly kept clothing for you in case something ever happened. You grab a shirt and some undies, then steal a towel before stepping into his glorious bathroom. If you could live in his bathroom, you would. It was twice as big as your own bedroom and it made you envy Chris for the gorgeous house he obtained through his hard work. As you strip, you turn on the water and are oblivious to the sound of the front door closing.

Chris can hear the shower in his bedroom running and he smiles to himself a little. He tosses his keys into the bowl and trudges over to Dodger’s sleeping form and strokes that one part behind his ear. Dodger is stirred awake and he yips at the sight of his dad. Chris laughs and kisses his son on the top of his head, “Missed ya too bubba,” Chris grins and continues to pet Dodger while he paws at his dad affectionately.

“Where’s your lion?” Chris smiles and Dodger whines, flopping his head to one side as if he couldn’t understand what his dad was asking. “Ya big baby,” Chris laughs and stands, heading into his bedroom and grabbing the lion, not before catching a glimpse of your naked form. You’re drying yourself and humming softly and his cock twitches at the same time, his heart thuds in his chest loudly. Chris’ phone slips out of his pocket and hits the carpeted floor, making a dull noise loud enough that you can hear. You flinch, eyes wide as you attempt to pull on your clothes quickly in case someone had broken into Chris’ house which later on you realize didn’t make sense because he lived in a gated neighborhood.

You make quick work to call Chris and of course, his phone blares loudly in the same room as you and you peek your head out to see Chris standing there like an idiot, in the middle of picking up his phone with the stuffed lion tucked under his arm. “Hi,” he laughs a little and you breathe heavily.

“Jesus fuck,” you grumble, opening the bathroom door wider so you can leave. “Fucking scared me,” you trudge out, hand on your hip as you end the call. 

“I dunno what Jesus has to--oof,” he looks at you and is met with a pillow to the face.

“Shut up,” you snort and snatch the lion out of his hand. “Is Dodger--”

Dodger yips at the sound of his name and you smile. “What is it bubba?” You ask him and he howls in response before galloping into the bedroom, rolling over onto his back. “Hey baby,” you say in a baby voice and hand him his trusty lion before he goes ham on it. Now with Dodger distracted, it’s easier for Chris to bring up the kiss so you quickly stand, “I’m gonna get outta your hair now,” you make quick work of grabbing your things but he stops you.

“So what, you’re just going to pretend like what you did, didn’t happen?”

You turn around, feeling as if he was attacking you so you immediately become defensive. “I--”

He interrupts you by pressing his lips to yours and you’re kissing him back with so much passion and emotion. You feel like you’re about to fall apart, burst with love and you honestly don’t know what you’re feeling. All you know is that he’s kissing you like his life depended on it and you’re doing the same. You’ve never had a kiss that compared to anything like this and Chris’d be lying if he said this kiss didn’t make him dizzy. “Jesus fuck,” he whispers as he parts from you momentarily.

“I dunno what Jesus has to do with this,” you whisper and he can’t help but kiss you again and again, pulling you close to his body.

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I can 💯confirm that this is exactly what happens. They remain at a standoff for what feels like ages, and while @itschristopherevans gets the head, I get the hind legs and increasingly thumping tail...  #lovingmyboys #nomatterwhat

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The term ‘man’s best friend’ wasn’t one that I was too familiar with until the day that I met and adopted this fella (still to this day one of the best choices that I’ve ever made in life #adoptdontshop). My son, my companion, my best friend, I don’t know where to start in writing what Dodger means to me.  #nationaldogday

P.S. this expression of his never fails to make me laugh - he stands over and judges me like this if I don’t pay attention to him after so long! 

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Beginning, middle, and end of dragging out the question, ‘Do you....wanna go.....to the DOG PARK??’

Edit: The answer was yes. Just look at that face! 

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@itschristopherevans - Now here’s an idea. #dothethingsyoulove #withthepeopleyoulove - aesthetic -

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It can’t just be me who sees the resemblance, can it? 😅 @itschristopherevans  #likedadlikedodger

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A thing happened this morning at the Bushvans home in MA! FYI, the outside temperature was below 60°F / 20°C. 😱

I’ll be here wrapped up in Chris’s knitwear sweaters. All of them.