An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta
Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta
Additional Tags: Latino Jesse McCree, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Singing, Again, Sorry Not Sorry, Drinking, Beaches, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Angst
Series: Part 3 of The Mariachi AU No One Asked For
Summary:
The gang is spending their spring break on South Padre Island along with thousands of other college students. Hanzo is there to make sure his brother doesn't die from alcohol poisoning when he realizes that his cowboy has suddenly disappeared. Genji points to a growing crowd and suddenly Hanzo is subject to a public serenade/concert.
a/n: the first pic inspired me to write something and while I was writing illicit affairs (still a wip), I thought, wouldn't Danna Paola be amazing for a face claim? and boom, here you have it. Please enjoy and lmk your thoughts.
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chrisevans road trip pals
fan1 omg Dodger 😍
fan2 who have him the right to look this good while driving
fan3 wanna ride shotgun with him
↳ fan4 I just wanna ride him 🤭🤗
fan5 am I the only one wondering who took the pic????
↳ fan6 I was gonna comment this lol
↳ fan7 is he seeing someone???
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yourusername got red cheeks. gracias sol ☀ thank you sun
yourbff good thing you ain't driving bebé
↳ yourusername it was 1 incident and it wasn't even my fault
fan1 why is Chris Evans's brother liking her posts??
↳ fan2 omg I didn't notice that? Is she his girlfriend or something?
anitta bella bella bella
↳ yourusername you more baby
fan5 she's on a road trip at the same time chris evans is... suspicious
↳ fan3 we don't know that. They could be friends that go on trips together or be in completely different places
fan4 omg ur so pretty
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yourusername he said "get your feet out of my dash" so I did this 🤷♀️
arianagrande ur mind!!!
↳ yourusername I love loopholes 😂
fan1 omg that's Chris's car!!!!
fan2 that's Chris Evans's car dash
↳ fan3 he liked the post!!!
fan4 so they are dating asdfgh!!!11!!!!
fan5 I love her heels
↳ fan6 does anyone know the brand???
↳ fan7 check ynylnscloset
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chrisevans mi amor ❤
👤yourusername
yourusername mi amorcito ❤️ chrisevans
↳ chrisevans amorcito ❤️
yourbff careful with those hands evans!
fan5 I love themmmm
fan1 parentssss
scottevans finally!
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yourusername amorcito 🤍
👤chrisevans
chrisevans amorcito ❤️
↳ fan1 Chris solo sabe escribir amorcito lol
↳ fan3 he needs Spanish lessons rápido!
yourbff no credits for your photographer? ok.
fan5 they have matching bracelets
↳ fan2 omg they do!!!1!!
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fan1 Chris Evans and Y/N YL/N leaving the Golden Globes after making their debut as a couple on the red carpet.
👤chrisevans yourusername
fan2 they are perfect if that ever exists
fan3 I didn't know I needed Chris Evans and Y/N YL/N dating in my life but now that we have it, it's amazing
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yourusername me tiene como 'pa derretirte
chrisevans cant wait for the song to come out!!!
↳ yourusername dropping soon wink wink
fan1 we are getting a new song!!!!
fan5 new music!!!
fan1 the glowwww
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chrisevans mi chica 😍 yourusername
fan5 Chris also knows mi chica. progress.
yourusername te amo
↳ chrisevans te amo
↳ fan3 they said I love you in spanish rip me!!!!!!
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amor, tú eres mi religión - Chris Evans [Social Media]
PART 2 of amor. Can be read as a stand alone.
type: social media fic
pairing: chris evans x singer!latina!reader
a/n: The struggles I had making these with Tumblr for android tablet were a lot, but is here. Enjoy!
Stories
yourusername via stories
chrisevans via stories
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chrisevans Thanks for being in my life, amor. Te amo ❤️
👤yourusername
yourusername te amo amorcito 😍❤️🥰
fan1 They are always saying I love you in Spanish 😍😍😍
sebastianstan I honestly just want my credits thanks chrisevans
↳ fan2 savage seb!
↳ fan3 this means seb is a third wheel
↳ fan2 omg he IS a third wheel
fan4 y/n makes him so happy 🥺
fan5 when is it gonna be my turn godddd
↳ fan6 wondering the same thing, they make me happy and sad at the same time
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yourusername amor, tú eres mi religión ♥️ (love, you are my religion)
👤chrisevans
anitta ❤❤️❤️
fan7 you guys are so cute. Me when????
fan8 the love songs are gonna be strong this era. Thank you chrisevans please don't break up
fan9 this and Chris post are killing me
arianagrande waiting to hear that new song yourusername
↳ yourusername sending ASAP. Just know it's on Spanish
↳ fan10 omg new music soon?!??!?!??
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chrisandynupdatesacc Our parents were on a road trip for their 1 year anniversary. Chris shared never seen before pictures on his Instagram Stories of him and yourusername and the famous heels she wore in that car pic. Y/N also shared that chrisevans and her are back in Boston for a few days before going to LA. AND we got old/new photos of them in both of their IG accounts. They look so cute 😍
👤chrisevans yourusername
fan11 They are the cutest couple istg
fan12 what a time to be alive
fan13 we are getting music soon too!!!
↳ fan14 omg when?
↳ fan13 soonish? Y/N replied to Ariana Grande saying a new song is on Spanish
↳ fan15 could be the reason she us going to LA in a few days
↳ fan16 she's going to LA for some awards show, hopefully performing too. Maybe recording too?
↳ fan17 omg new era is gonna be amazing
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summary: Chris discovers you got assaulted coming back from your job. After that Chris takes you and picks you up from your job.
a/n: it's almost 2am, so bear with me. btw, this was requested by (x) and (x).
TW: mentions assault (not explicit), bruises, and unsafe feelings. Do not read if you feel triggered, thanks.
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It was around 9 am when you woke up, still shaken from the night before. You did your morning routine, pretending it was a typical day, but it wasn't. You were feeling sick and nervous, it was like they stole from your house and not your purse, and they left an evident mark on your face and neck that saluted you when you finally dared to stare at yourself in the mirror. You washed your face carefully, avoiding touching your cheeks. Even though it hurt, you applied makeup to cover the bruises and then took a pill for the pain with your breakfast.
You did your day as normal as you could, running errands and filling out paperwork, forgetting about yesterday until you got an email from your bank letting you know your account will be frozen for the next three weeks.
You arrived home (feeling bad the whole ride) and went to wash your face, removing the extra layers of concealer and foundation you applied earlier. You were making a simple dinner since it was just you for the next few days until Chris came back from filming, and you were praying the bruise wasn't noticeable by then. You didn't want to tell him you got mugged. He already felt bad, leaving you for weeks -sometimes months- by yourself; you didn't want to add up to his load.
You were enjoying the show Netflix recommended when you heard a noise. It was the door opening. It made your body flinch and your heart race as you slide down the sofa.
"Honey, I'm home!" you heard his voice. It was your boyfriend. He is a safe person. You are safe with him.
"Oh my god, it's you," you murmured as you recomposed yourself. He placed his suitcases in the foyer. "Thought it was a robber."
"I don't think a burglar would announce themselves," he said making his way to you with a smile on his face that dropped when he got close to you. "Who did this to you?" he carefully placed his hand on your shoulder and neck to inspect your profile. You were going to tell them the truth, but the only thing that came out was muffled cries as you leaned towards him and he welcomed you with his arms. You instantly felt safe and secure with him as he rubbed your back to help you let it out.
"I got... assaulted last night... coming back from my job... wasn't even late and..." you were saying, hoping he understood you through your crying.
"It's okay, babe. I'm here." he hugged you a bit harder, not caring about his light sweater getting damp by your tears.
"...and they got my bag... lost everything."
"It's okay, that doesn't matter y/n." he comforted you as you cried. "Did you call the police or-" you nodded, interrupting him as you calm yourself.
"Someone found me sitting in the street and call them, so I had to fill in forms and everything. Was pretty bad."
"Did you call someone?" you kept silent and he took it as a no. "Why not?"
"Didn't want to. You were busy and-"
"And I would have gone there and held your hand and helped you, y/n. And if I couldn't I would have called Scott or mom." you heard the worry in his voice as he played with your hair, the action was soothing. "I'm glad you are okay," he said before kissing your temple.
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Chris picked you up that night just like yesterday. It passed almost two weeks. The bruises were long gone but you still felt unsafe after taking a few days off, so he decided to become your chauffeur.
The ride with him is fun and light, you sing along to the music, you update him about the clients that come and go every day and he tells you about a possible project he was to join.
Life is better with him by your side.
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The One Breaking My Heart III - Chris Evans [Series]
𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
pairing: Chris Evans x younger!female!reader
warnings: angst no fluff, age gap, mention of alcohol, taylor swift's song references, parallels to p1, Chris pov, bad words
a/n: tysm for waiting all this time for this long-awaited ending to the series, it took a long time bc I wasn't happy with what I wrote and I was also busy. Please enjoy it and let me know what you think in the comments or on my ask box.
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Chris pressed the red button, feeling relief as he searched for your contact on his phone. It turned out that the news of this Twitter mess was a coincidence and not a twisted misunderstanding with his P.R. management.
Should I call her, or not? She might be going crazy over this. But, will she pick?
A minute later, he was on the couch, waiting for you to answer him. He thought you were going to after many hearing the beeps, but you did at the end.
"Hey, thanks for picking up. How are you?" He said, not knowing what to say to you. He honestly thought you wouldn't answer his call after how things ended last time.
"Honestly, Chris, I feel awful." he heard your voice, tired, a bit rough with a hint of faux calmness, mixed with a rushed breath. It was like your mind was going a thousand kilometers per hour through the call. However, it was nice to listen to you, even if it wasn't for something good. He just needed to for one more time, scared he would never be able to do it again. "I... have you seen what's going on on Twitter?"
"Yes, I saw the pictures." with him. He wanted to add.
Who is he? Did she-Did she already move on?
"Yeah, there's a bunch of pics of me." He heard you say anxiously through the phone, omitting the guy part. "And they are in the same 24 hours. What if they were at the funeral? What if they are following me?" you now sounded angry; your nervousness was long gone.
"I don't think so, it wasn't L.A.," Chris said, running a hand over his forehead to his mop of hair, worried about you.
"But they did know where to find me, Chris. I can understand a restaurant, but outside of my building? Isn't that a privacy violation or something?"
"I think so, I'll check with my team. Can you try to exhale and inhale, please?" He asked you, getting up from the couch.
"Okay, but what if I get out of my apartment and there are people outside? I mean, you can't tell the street, but... Or what if they are in the restaurant and then they follow me?"
"Baby, I know they are not your cup of tea but they know that if they put your address is game over for them," Chris said while he was fixing his coat and moving to the kitchen to grab his keys. "Please breath, in and out." He added after listening to your frantic breath, grabbing the keys you left on his kitchen counter. The colorful pompom reminded him of the whole past week without you and of the fights with you leaving him. He put the keys in the coat's pocket and moved towards the front door, Dodger following him with a curious look, watching how his human-best friend opened and closed the door in a hurry.
"Okay, okay." you appeared to be moving due to your voice sounding a bit far away from the microphone. Chris was already on his way to you when he heard you say. "Okay, I'll calm down. Bye." He wanted to add he was on his way to you or at least a bye, but you, with your breathless voice, finished the call.
After ten minutes or so, he passed the park where you took Dodger for a walk, the cafe where you sometimes got breakfast before work, an old apartment complex whose paint always seemed to be peeling off, and a transited avenue, he finally made it to your building. He got in thanks to the porter and quickly pressed the button of your floor in the elevator. He reached your floor, made his way to your door, and knock a few times.
Chris anxiously waited with his hands on the coat's pockets for you to open the door. He heard unlocking sounds and then it was you standing in front of him instead of a piece of painted wood. You were surprised to see him, not even thinking he could get here after you finished the call you weren't even expecting to receive nor even answer.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to check how you were doing and talk with you." You nodded as you played with your cuffs, avoiding his blue eyesight.
"Now you want to?" he heard you murmur, understanding what you meant. Your brows were slightly furrowed, framed by some strands of your loose hair.
"I know it's a long time coming-"
"Is it, Chris?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry it took too long. Can we talk, inside, please?" you turned around and made your way to the living room. He got in and closed the door before following your steps to find you sitting crisscrossed on the couch, your sleepers at the foot of the sofa, not matching the sweats and hoodie you were wearing. He thought you must have changed after arriving from work less than an hour ago and before freaking out from all the Twitter mentions. Hence the restless face, slightly distraught hair, and comfy look.
You silently looked at him when you sensed some sinking on the sofa and stared at the space left between you and Chris.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked after the silence was too hard to keep up. It was quiet, except for maybe the occasional car noise. You didn't want to talk to him, and he expected it after those fights. You did fight in the past, but it was never like this. It was never this serious. Would this be the last straw?
You slump your shoulders before answering him. "I mean, I can breathe properly now, but... They know where I eat and live, Chris. I'll have to find a new restaurant to have lunch on my break and a new place to live because I don't feel comfortable here."
Chris wasn't sure about what to say to you, knowing they'll do it again, making you feel worried about living your life again. Sometimes, he wished he didn't know you, but other times, Chris hoped he met you before. You need to do it before it's too late.
"I'm sorry, y/n," he said reaching for your hand, but you backed away from his attempt to touch you. What you once knew as a warm embrace was now a burning blaze, and he proved it the last time you saw him. That didn't mean it didn't hurt you to do it, but you didn't want pain, not now nor ever, and he was making you feel it lately. "I know I have been shitty this last week. What my friend said that day..." he was looking embarrassed, his eyebrows furrowed, a few wrinkles appearing on his forehead as he went back and remembered the dinner you planned for him. "It's not the first time I hear it. I know our age is always on the debate, but that really got into my head that night, because I see the numbers and think I'm restricting you from doing the things you should rather be doing." Chris finally admitted the thoughts that were clouding his mind for a while now. You looked at him in disbelief through your teary eyes. You wiped the few tears dripping down your face to your chin and neck with your hoodie sleeve. "And I should probably know better because I have been in this business for a while, but I'm sorry, y/n. I'll go back in time and change it, but I can't. I can't, and I'm sorry."
"You just can't help but make it about yourself, can you, Chris?" you say getting up from the couch.
"What?"
"You keep saying you are sorry, but you haven't admit it's your fault we are here."
"That's not what I-" he started saying getting up from the sofa and getting closer to you.
"It is! You are 'apologizing'," you made air quotes with your hands for emphasis. "but you are just giving me excuses, Chris. And I understand you feel bad, 'cause I do too when they say things about our age, but that doesn't excuse you from treating me awfully. You left me aside the whole night!
"I didn't do that."
"Yes, you did! I was there, Chris. Then, you try to make me feel bad about my age and kicked me out of your house like I was the one who said it, but you didn't tell anything when your friend did. You never comment on it to any of them or say anything when they leave me aside.
"They don't leave you aside."
"They do! They don't include me, and you do the same when you are with them. You forget about me."
"That's not true! And your friends do the same!
"That's because you don't even try to talk to them, not because they don't try! When I made dinner and invited them, your friends would barely acknowledge me, and then you just ignore me for them. It's like you are someone else with them. Like you don't even try for me anymore."
"Of course, I try, y/n. I'm here!"
"You are here because someone started a rumor, Chris! And if you knew me you would know that was my cousin whose mom just passed away. But you only care about yourself! " he stayed silent.
"Babe-"
"No, don't babe me, Chris!" you said leaning against the wall, the cold surface gave you chills. "You were right, we are not working," you murmured loud enough for him to hear in your empty apartment
"Y/N..."
"I just can't do this, Chris. I won't let you treat me badly and get away with a sorry. It's not what I deserve and definitely not what I want." you said as you passed him and reach for the door.
"I'll do better, y/n," he said trying to reach for your arm, but your hand was already on the door handle. "Please."
"Maybe you will, but not with me."
"Y/N/N..., please."
"No Chris." you shake your head in negation, big eyes ready to cry. You opened the door, gripping the door handle too hard, holding on to it because the feeling of falling was rather present for a few minutes now. "I just want you to get out of my house."
It was silent for a moment. Chris opened and closed his mouth a few times, but ultimately he decided not to say anything. You were clear, it was too late.
You closed the door once he was out, the salty acid-like tears finally coming down your face. A few minutes later, your unfocused eyesight caught your keychain somehow. You didn't need them anymore, you were never going to use them again.
summary: a navigation through your love relationship with Chris. Part 2 of reputation. Enjoy loves <3
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Oh, to love and be loved back. That’s what you always wanted and, for almost all of your life, you thought that feeling -to be in love- was burning red, but it was golden (like daylight)
After touring with Reputation, changing music labels, and signing with Netflix to film one of your concerts, you took a break.
You and Chris took well-deserved vacations. Most of the time nobody knew who you were, but on a rare occasion, the paparazzi caught you. Or someone would stare and say "you look like an American singer", you and Chris laughing it off.
Chris and you never made anything official to the public, but most of your fandom knew you two were together after catching him at concerts.
You just enjoy each other without the pressure of the public.
You would skip music events that you knew were using you for views and go to movie events with Chris.
Yours and his family spending time together at one of your houses.
Spending time in Atlanta, New York, and London, when he had to go to work, enjoying the nights and rare privacy you got.
You knew your fans were so happy to see you happy.
And his fans were also happy to see him happy.
Chris is the source of your inspiration for the new songs.
You write 'Daylight' after you realize how your concept of love has changed after meeting him.
You write 'Paper Rings' and 'I think he knows' as a way of saying "I want to be with you no matter what, thanks for accepting me"
'False God' and 'Afterglow' to say "thanks for keeping up with me and my crazy life and forgiving me when I make mistakes. I love you"
'Lover' is written after your 3rd anniversary and some serious talks about the future.
You include other songs about how to get over past loves and about your family.
You play the songs to Chris. There's crying, but the happy tears one.
Chris is there with you when you do promo stuff for your album.
He posts a screenshot of the album when it's released.
Fans think you are engaged but who knows
It's there with you when the documentary gets released.
The fans spot him briefly in your Netflix documentary.
Just so much love and support <3
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summary: a look through your relationship with Chris while you are in a low point of your professional life.
a/n: Tumblr crashed and I have to rewrite it :/ You can now find Lover (part 2).
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Reputation is how you two met. Flashback when you met me your buzz cut and my hair bleached. You were still with your ex when you attended the Met Gala and met Chris. Ryan Reynolds introduced him to you after dinner was done.
You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk. You were talking and drinking with him, no sight of your boyfriend. You made fun of his Boston accent and he, as payback, made fun of your yellow baby chicken hair, you both laughed it off due to the alcohol in your systems. You left a bit after and went home to your cats.
You and your ex broke up two weeks later after realizing you wanted different things for your future. It was okay, it wasn't anything really serious so you wrote about it in your diary and kept going on with your life.
You signed your new contract with a new discography after differences with the previous one and had a celebratory dinner at Blake's place.
Then, a few days later she texted you asking if it was alright if she could share your number with Chris Evans. You said yeah.
Chris texts you saying how lovely it was to meet you and that he hopes he is not wasting your time. It's fine, don’t worry, you reassure him. I’m baking cookies. How are you? you add. You were taking advantage of the free time, doing hobbies that were a bit left aside when touring around the world.
I love cookies, he replied and you sent him a pic of the oven.
Cool. I’m actually watching a baking show. [image attached] it’s a pic of the tv, his sleepers, and a dog close to him.
I love that show! Who is that?
It’s Dodger. [image attached], this time is a selfie of Chris with the pup.
Cute!
You leave your phone aside and take the cookies out of the oven. You sent him a pic of them nicely displayed on a plate, one of your cats is in the back.
You talk the following weeks through texts and you find he is in new york for work.
One day you are really tired, eyes and fingers burning from composing and playing with the guitar, that you text him: can I call you? and he replies with a quick yes.
You are talking when he mentions he's wrapping his project soon and he asks if you are close to new york.
You tell him that you are, in fact, in the big apple.
“Cool. Maybe you want to grab a drink… or coffee... or tea. Whatever you want.” You hear stutter a bit making you smile as you see your cats playing.
“I… yeah. It would be nice to have drinks.” You end up saying after debating if it was a good idea, if you got caught or whatever media liked to call it wouldn't be good, for you or him, but Why would you have to stop yourself from good things?, you think.
He sends you a text with the address of a bar.
You arrive at the dive bar on your black low-profile car (as low as it can be in New York) around 11pm when he was done. Also, the darkness will help you both be undercover, or at least that's what you think.
He was waiting for you in the back, standing once you reached the small tall table.
He got a whiskey and you a glass of wine and the conversation flowed about your love for wine and then it developed in other interests in common.
He noticed how you turned around from time to time, so he asked after an hour or so "Is everything okay? Am I too boring?"
"What? No. I'm just... Sometimes I feel that they are watching me but there's no one looking, is like..."
"Like you are in a fishbowl and everyone is looking at you expectantly" Chris adds when you start looking for words.
"Yeah, and then they start with their stories, and it's not something I want to deal with right now."
"We can leave if it's too much."
"You wouldn't mind?" you say looking sorry at him, knowing your presence was too much for people sometimes. it's always y/n y/l/n who they wanted and not y/n. He shakes his head and leaves a bill on the table that most definitely covers the drinks and the tip.
You are now in your car, windows up, with a tad uncomfortable silence on the way to his hotel.
"Sometimes I wish I was invisible," you say to him staring at the busy streets and people in coats. "Like, I feel it could be much easier to just... be."
"I wanted that for a long time too," Chris says when you turn around to look at him, his blue eyes finding your y/e/c eyes. "but with time I realized that what I wanted was being unrecognizable and not invisible."
You keep talking after that deep conversation that made the air more comfortable until you reach the direction. You noticed it wasn't that far but traffic is always hectic in this city.
"So... thank you for the invite," you tell him, not knowing what to really say. Would he ask for you to go with him for more drinks? Should you invite yourself over? So before ruining it you add: "Next one is on me."
He says goodbye matching your awkward energy and once he is inside the hotel your chauffer turns on the engine to drive you to your NYC home.
Somehow Chris manages to be the source of your inspiration, turning blank spaces into pages full of fast writing with melodies in your head.
You continue to go out at night, enjoying Times Square and the crowded and busy avenues, no one pays attention, focused on the blinding lights, to busy taking selfies and pictures, window-shopping, or on their way to a fancy club.
Its nice to walk around, just the two of you, and well, your bodyguard walking far behind, but you forget about him and everyone else when you are with Chris. He goes to your apartment or you go to his hotel, always wondering if you should stay with him or if he should stay instead of leaving, feelings being present lately in you, and hopefully in him too.
You and Chris keep talking until one day you wake up to that song and then the bomb explodes on your face, figuratively of course, even if it felt like you got physically hurt from all the comments and false statements people were throwing at you. There's a bunch of paparazzi and people outside your apartment, nothing weird, even though it's definitely not normal and you know it.
You leave your apartment like you were a spy running away after being caught, to a house outside of new york. It's calm, but if you need anything from the city you are still close to it. You don't plan on needing anything from there, even if you miss some people. Also, you deleted all the social media apps after seeing what they were calling you.
You ignored everyone, even Chris. He send you a few texts and called a few times. If the mess had happened before and Chris and I were papped, it would also be him thrown in the trenches, it goes to your mind.
Your friends, the real ones, and your family were keeping you sane.
You were playing with the guitar, just for fun, to your cats, who were not having it, when you receive a call from Chris. You let your phone sound until I goes away, but you received a few texts from him. We miss you, it says, with a pic of him a Dodger. Can you answer the phone? you read before a call appears.
You didn’t want to answer but it was days and days of ignoring him because of your doubts.
"You are quite difficult to find these days, darling."
"Yeah, I'm on-" mandatory break from the masses who hate me, they made me disappear, they exile me without trusting in me after all. "on a break." you end up telling him. It was not, but it sounded better than the options going through your head. He probably doesn't even know, you think, remembering he is not really keen on social media. Am I a bad person for doing this to him? Ugh.
He hums, probably not believing in you. So you end up telling him what is going on with your career and yourself after he says you don’t sound good and asks again.
"Well, I can always go to you, if that's okay. We can bake cookies.”
You make a great comeback and ignore all the media, barely posting on your socials, just enjoying all the time you have with Chris, who was the inspiration for most of your songs.
You got papped a few times, sometimes with friends in common but it arises the rumors of you dating. There are some pics of only you two together but they are blurry and not compromising, so people are on edge.
You have the secret sessions with your fans, bake cookies for them, take pictures, and talk about the album after playing it for them.
When your second single drops, everyone starts pointing out that Chris is your boyfriend by all the lyrics. Ocean blue eyes being the main thing they take into consideration.
It’s more obvious when the tour starts and he posts a pic of himself but fans are quick to point out you were on the same palace. And of course, someone takes pictures and videos of him at the first concert.
He is busy with his own projects, but he goes to the other tour dates and spends I’m the back with your and his family.
He makes sure to hug you after you are done with the concerts he attends and to message you when he can’t be there.
» Part 2: Lover
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