In Seb's voice " you can take it all, you're such a good girl"
His hand felt so heavy yet gentle on my head; his long fingers loosely gripping the back of my neck as he guided my lips further down his cock.
My knees dug into the vintage leather of the bench seat, and my fingers curled into the soft, expensive denim covering his thick thighs. My ass was up high, my sundress tugged up to expose my little white panties to the world. Occasionally, he would reach over and give my ass a quick slap or dig his nails into the plump flesh, making me jump and moan. It felt so good yet so sinful to think that anyone driving by could look through the big window and see the flush of my skin and my head bobbing in his lap.
“That’s a good girl,” he moaned, his pinky and thumb tightening on the sides of my neck just below my hairline. Every noise he made turned me on even more, driving me to lick and kiss his thick shaft, covering him in hot wetness. Every twitch of his body, jerk of his hips, curl of his hand made me more confident, more excited to please him.
I worked my way down his cock, one hand circled around the base working in tandem with my swollen lips. A few times, in my haste, I whacked my head on the giant steering wheel, but he was soon there to soothe the pain and pet my head. It was so caring, so incredibly sweet that my mouth watered even more and my hips shimmied lustfully.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this…”
His praise went through me like ecstasy, and even the sweep of my own tongue against his skin became arousing, as if I was receiving, as if his lips were on me, his fingers deep inside.
I made a noise somewhere between a whine and a moan and gagged. When I came up for air, I nearly lost it. His face was lightly glistening with sweat; his blue eyes were heavy and hazed with desire. He bit down on his bottom lip and smiled at me, stirring my blood. My pussy clenched at nothing, my clit throbbed, my body screamed.
I tried to say something, but no words came out. He was too stunning, too perfect. I needed more.
Again, he guided my mouth to his cock and I sucked the tip in gently. He moaned when I rolled my tongue against the sensitive patch just under the rim, threw his head back against the high seat when I swallowed more of him down.
I wanted to take him all in. I wanted to feel him in the back of my throat, but it was too much. I gagged again, and instinct told me to pull away, but his hand held me there. He ran his fingers through my hair and my throat relaxed.
He bucked his hips gently and I shuddered as his cock stroked the back of my mouth. I was nervous, my body tensing up, my breath quickening.
Sebastian leaned in, his warm breath caressing my cheek.
“You can take it all,” he whispered, “you’re such a good girl…”
Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist ~ Patreon ~ Published Works
Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?
Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader
Warnings: heavy angst, we stan Tracey in this house, Tracey is the best friend ever, hurt & comfort (not Chris), unplanned pregnancy, language
A/N: Please consider I changed the timeline (timespan between the movies) a little to match my story. We are now in 2013, two years after they met.
No rest for the heartbroken masterlist
<< Part 7
Three months later, …
“Babe, you need to eat something. Anything. Let me order food.” Tracey sits next to you on your couch. “I know, Y/N. I know it feels like your whole body is sore.”
“He didn’t just end things with me for some other girl, Trace.” You wipe your face. “He cut me out of his life.”
She glances at the muted TV, sighing deeply. “Y/N let’s get out of here for a while. We can just…” She drops her eyes to your middle, sighing once again. “Why did you never tell him?”
“Did you not see the news? I bet the bitch taking over the role in the Avengers movie is the one he chose over me. She didn’t do just a cameo. She has at least five scenes with the Avengers. And, they have the audacity to resurrect my character at the show.”
“What?” Tracey gapes at you like she got punched in the face. “But they let you die, Y/N.”
“Yep,” you pop the ‘p’. “They resurrect my character and surprise,” you chuckle humorlessly, “that bitch will take over my role at the show too.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
“I wish,” you choke on your tears once again. “I can’t take a job because of my circumstances while Chris parades his bitch around town, or rather he shows her off in every interview as his new sidekick. They gave her my role, Tracey! MY ROLE!”
“That’s so fucked up,” she grunts. “Breaking up with you was one thing but this is…like he’s not the same person. Maybe this is a serious case of body snatching.”
“Body snatching?” You laugh for the first time in weeks. “Really?”
“Like in the old movie,” she mutters. “Don’t you remember? We watched it when we were kids. You got scared and I had to hold your hand the whole night.”
“Invasion of the Body Snatchers, I remember,” you say with a smile. Tracey was always there for you. Even when she was scared too, she held your hand. “I wish they exchanged Chris, but this is all him. I don’t know how I could not see he’s like that.”
“Hmmm…I don’t understand him. Out of the blue, he breaks up with you and ruins your career.” Tracey knits her brows together. “This is too fishy. Maybe you should try to talk to him one last time. He owes you an explanation.”
“Men are pigs,” you scrunch up your nose. “Please make sure that I never fall for one of them ever again. From now on, I’m cured of men…”
You’re restless tonight.
No wonder. Tomorrow you should’ve been on set again to film the new season of your show. Now someone else will play your role and you are stuck at your apartment.
“Babe, did you listen? That fandom guy messaged you again on Twitter. He wants to know why you left the show,” Tracey sighs as you look at her. “Why don’t you tell him what happened? Maybe if the fans of the show get to know about the shit Evans and the studio pulled they’ll cancel the show.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Trace.” You give her a sad smile. “He made his decision. The studio too. I got to move on. It sucks but there is nothing I can do about it.”
“That bitch stole your role in the movie and the show!” Tracey mutters. She throws her hands up as you turn around to stare out of the window. “Make them pay, Y/N.”
“No.”
“Let me at least scratch his car or use my baseball bat to remodel his face.”
“I thought he loves me too,” you sniff. “Love, such a stupid word for something breaking you down to nothing.”
“Y/N,” Tracey softly says. “Let’s go for a walk or eat ice cream. Just stop hiding at your apartment.”
“He didn’t even try to contact me. I realized a few days ago, that he never gave a shit about me.” You shrug. “I wanted to call Chris to tell him about…”
“Babe, you don’t need that asshole. We’ve got this. If you want me to, I’ll be your baby daddy.”
You snort, and then, you start laughing and crying. “Thank you,” you wrap her in a hug, “Daddy.”
Now Tracey laughs too as you hold each other. “Do you remember the guy giving me STDs? I was so in love that I got a tattoo with his name. I let them tattoo my ass, babe. I’m one stupid bitch too.”
“What’s with men these days? Why are they all assholes?”
Another month later, New Zealand, …
“I like it. What do you say?” Tracey watches you look around the new apartment. You decided to leave Hollywood and turn your back on the film industry in your country.
This means you have to move out of your old apartment as fast as possible and leave the world you believed you know so well behind.
“I like it too.” You should have a look around the apartment you want to rent, but you can’t focus. You are miles away, still wound tight as you saw an interview with Chris and his new sidekick last night. “I think this is it, Trace.”
“Babe, are you sure? This is going to be your new home.” You can hear the worry in her voice.
Tracey was, once again, your rock. She’s so much more than a friend.
How would you call the one dragging you out of your bed to make sure you eat? The only person who understands how you function and feel.
Friend. Ally. Sister. Soulmate.
“Hmmm…” you take a deep breath. “You’re right.” It’s time to focus on taking your life back in your hands. For almost four months you let the decisions someone else made dictate your life. “Let’s have a closer look, shall we?”
You hold out your hand for Tracey. She smiles and takes it. “We will get you through this too, Y/N. No man is worth your tears or that you stop living the life you built for yourself.”
You grin as Tracey props her feet onto the coffee table. She just finished carrying one of the last moving boxes into your new home and now, she’s chewing on a slice of pizza.
“I like it,” you say more to yourself than your friend. “My new job is great too. I always loved working behind the scenes, and this is my chance to do so.”
“How’s the bean today?” She drops her eyes to your swollen belly. “Does the bean want more pizza?”
“Can you not call them bean all the time?” Tracey snorts at your angry expression. “Even though their father is an asshole, I love them.”
“I love them too,” she coos and places her hand on your belly. “Good thing Aunt Tracey will buy them all the things you won’t. I’ll hang out with them and teach them how to mess with bitches.”
Smiling you look at your friend. She moved heaven and hell to help you get where you are now. Tracey even quit her job and moved to New Zealand to help you buy a house which you couldn’t have effort otherwise.
“They will love you too, babe.”
“I know.” She shrugs. “How could they not love me?”
At the other end of the world, Chris stares at a picture of you on his phone. He took it while you were asleep. He sighs and shuts off his phone.
For days he tried to reach out to you. It took him almost five months, but he found the strength to face you after what he did to you only to find you gone.
He missed the chance to tell you the truth, and it breaks his heart…
Summary: Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. It's a big decision, but she knows she's got Chris and Sebastian in her corner.\
Pairings: Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, Chris Evans x teen!reader
Warnings: None, really. Moving out of a parent's house? Pretty much just pure fluff.
Word Count: 600ish
A/N:I'm thinking of making a masterlist, what do y'all think? Hope you guys like this one <3
"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked, his voice quiet and uncertain. Nodding your head, you smiled. You were content with your decision. Moving out of your childhood home after ten years was a big decision, and you knew that. You just couldn't be in the house any longer-it was time to move on. You just got a role in your third Marvel movie, and you were growing up. In your eyes, this was the biggest step you had to take. It was time to get it out of the way.
Sebastian and Chris watched you pack your bags, helping when you asked. They knew better than to get in your way after the "Cake Incident." It was a bittersweet moment for everyone in the house. For the boys, it meant they finally were able to be close to you, but at the cost of leaving your childhood behind. For you, the worst part about this was leaving your parents.
The whole day, almost all you heard were reassurances that everything was fine, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. Not that you didn't appreciate it-of course you did- but they said it so much it became less true in your eyes. You had faith, though. After all, you were confident the boys would take care of you-no matter what.
After the final goodbyes with your parents were said, and the last box was packed into the van, you hopped in the back seat with Sebastian. When tears started to form in your eyes, he pulled you into his shoulder. You let your tears fall, comforted by Seb's warm embrace and the gentle rocking of the car. Eventually, your body stopped shaking, and you relaxed. You allowed yourself to be lulled to sleep, anxiously awaiting the arrival to Chris' house.
"Hey, kiddo, we're here." Sebastian murmured softly, shaking you. Groggily, you opened your eyes, widening them as you saw the size of the house. Choosing not to focus on that, you followed Chris into the bedroom he set up for you tiredly. Setting your overnight bag down, you followed the boys into the living room where they'd already cued up Iron Man 3. It was well-known in the cast that that's your favorite movie-you absolutely adored Robert. A content smile made its way across your face. They'd set up a nest of sorts, all kinds of pillows and blankets on the sofa. Dodger was nestled right in the middle of it, and the three of you hopped in your designated spots as the movie began to play.
That moment was exactly when you realized this was the right choice. You knew your boys would keep you safe and be there for you, and being a teenager in the acting world, you couldn't be more thankful.
As the movie played, Chris and Sebastian occasionally glanced over at you. They all had slightly worried looks on their faces, knowing the reality of the transition hadn't hit you yet. They were fully prepared to handle it when it did, though-they loved you too much to not be there for you.
When the credits finally rolled, Chris and Sebastian noticed you were asleep. With a soft smile on his face, Seb picked you up princess style and carried you up the stairs. Your eyes opened a little bit, and closed again when you realized you were safe in Sebastian's arms. He kicked the door open with his foot, pulling the covers back before laying you gently in the bed.
"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered softly, kissing your forehead as he walked out. Shutting your door, a goofy grin made its way onto his face. He was so proud of you for making this decision, and he knew you were in good hands.
also, if u are taking any requests what about CEO chris hemsworth x reader with age gap?
CEO
A/N: This gif is so unfair…just 🫠 @agustdowney I’m well, darling! Hope you enjoy this!
Pairing: CEO! Chris Hemsworth x F! Reader
Warnings: 18+ significant age gap (10 years maybe?) smut & fluff.
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Bleary.
If you could sum up your current state in a word, that would be it. A dull but pounding headache was one of the first things you felt as you roused from sleep, along with a wave of nausea.
Sheets crumpled between your bare legs, you untangled them in a hurry to bolt towards the bathroom to empty your stomach, that instant pang of regret for having one too many drinks last night.
What you later registered was the dull, fading ache between your legs and the sore spots against your skin which in the mirror revealed dark, bruised hickeys along your neck and a couple on the inside of your thigh.
Last night.
Or rather little bits of it were coming back to you, the bar your friend dragged you to, the handsome stranger you met while getting your drinks, a casual conversation that turned into heavy flirting.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Can I buy you a new pick up line?”
Your snarky revert reached Chris’s ears before he saw you rolling your eyes at the stranger who had decided to hit on you at the bar.
His chuckle made you turn to him and lock eyes, the bluest of the blue and the kindest you had ever seen before you shamelessly checked him out, the man was gorgeous.
“You don’t have a go to line, do you?”
“Nope. Never needed one to be honest.” His baritone was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach even with the loud music that blasted through the speakers. The man was kinda cocky, but there was something about him, you had to admit.
“Oh he’s humble.” You giggled, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners.
One thing led to another as the conversation flowed along with drinks, the chemistry was palpable, almost electric as the two of you talked through the night.
The next thing you vaguely remembered was stumbling inside your apartment, knocking the furniture over as Chris carried you in, his lips attached to your neck while ridding you of your clothes in a hurry.
When you made it to your dimly lit bedroom, your eyes shamelessly raked over his physique after unbuttoning his shirt.
The man was surely built by the Gods, a perfectly toned chest that led down to his chiseled abdomen, further down his happy trail and boxer covered manhood.
He was sly enough to put on a show for you, peeling his shirt off of his shoulders to display his arms that were easily the size of your thighs.
Strong and ripped, the veins that popped up were enough to make you clench your thighs together, your mind already wandering places fuelled with the potent mix of alcohol running through your system, clouding your rational thoughts.
All of that wandering turned into a reality as Chris crawled up your body, holding the back of your knees as his bristly beard brushed against your thighs, creating a delicious friction as his mouth approached your clothed cover.
It took you a beat to register what he was doing as your panties were slid aside to expose your moist core.
With a slight nudge of his nose, he pushed your clit hood upward, his tongue peeking out just a little before the sound of your panties ripping into shreds next caused you to yelp and giggle drunkenly.
Chris attacked your cunt like a starved man, holding your legs apart while his tongue lay flat against your folds, teasing and coaxing them open before plunging inside, letting out a grunt of approval as you writhed beneath him, fingers twisted in his short, deep blonde hair.
Your mouth opened willingly as he silently commanded you to suck on his fingers, his smirk disappeared between your legs when you obeyed like a good girl.
“Dear Gods above, don’t stop!” You moaned, back arching off the bed as that wicked tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while he pushed his thick fingers inside your tight heat, murmuring how good you felt as your warmth swallowed them.
In a haze of alcohol and pleasure that coursed through your veins, you came as he added a third digit, curling them over your spot that sent you over the edge.
Your body shuddered as the aftershocks wracked through, a warm flush spread across your skin as your ragged breathing continued, legs almost clamping shut at the sensitivity as you felt him litter your skin with angry, red marks that were sure to turn sore tomorrow.
As he crawled up your body, littering small kisses all over, sleep and exhaustion tugged at your eyelids, the drowsiness that followed had you pass out before you could comprehend.
Chris chuckled to himself as you began snoring lightly, covering you up with a blanket laying on his side, gazing at you as you slept.
Chris.
You hadn’t bothered to register his last name before the two of had stumbled home in the wee hours of the night.
Peeking out of your bathroom door, you caught him sitting up in your bed and stretching. The taut muscles in his back flexing in the most delicious way as he stood up and shrugged on his shirt from the night before.
“You know, we’re in your apartment. You don’t have to act like a little spy.”
He smirked looking over his shoulder, clearly aware of your shameless staring. The way his voice was deeper in baritone in the mornings was enough to fluster you, along with his towering and slightly intimidating presence in your tiny apartment.
The guy could be well out of your league, you thought. Morning afters had the habit of giving a reality check like nothing else.
“You should be illegal.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, regretting it as his smug grin widened, he was clearly enjoying himself.
“Did you uh—I mean, did we have—”
“Sex? No. We would have, but you were snoring away happily after I went to town on you. Anyway, I wouldn’t have tried anything. I would very much have you screaming my name when you’re in your senses.”
The memory of his tongue working wonders on you came rushing back albeit hazy as your thighs pressed together at the mention.
The smug bastard.
Chris swiftly moved to your kitchen, curiosity asking you to follow him to find him reach for a glass of water and some pills for your headache.
“I trust your head is killing you?”
“Why thanks, it is.” You sassed back, doing a rather poor job of it but willingly accepting them from him.
“Rest up. You need it.”
He ordered you around with a certain undeniable authority, leaving you at a loss for words as he casually wandered around your space, making himself comfortable on your couch.
He wasn’t wrong, you needed sleep to recover. Especially when you had an interview to prep for later in the evening. That was in a couple of hours as your eyes landed on the clock on your wall.
“I’m screwed.”
“Excuse me?”
“No! I mean, I—I have a job interview later today, its for this big company and I do not have the time to prepare for it. I’m so gonna blow my chances of getting through this one. Why do I do this?”
You cursed under your breath, massaging your temples as you muttered mostly to yourself, missing the fact that Chris was buttoning up his shirt, ready to leave.
“I’m sure you’ll nail it. You’re better than you give yourself credit for.”
You walked him out after throwing on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts, for lack of a better option. A part of you wanted him to stay for breakfast, but mostly you reminded yourself that this was just a one night stand, probably leading nowhere.
“Good luck. It was very nice meeting you, Miss (Y/L/N). I guess I’ll see you around.” He winked, squeezing your shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before disappearing behind the door.
…
Your computer was set up for the interview, thankfully it was virtual one, a quick chat with your head hunter before you would be connected to the HR and finally the CEO of the company.
Fixing your hair one last time, your feet tapped against the chair as the meeting proceeded. They seemed happy with you and you were pretty confident as the time passed. It was finally time for a quick introduction with the CEO and the nerves kicked in once more.
The screen revealed the back of an office chair, a plush, dark leather one before it swivelled to reveal the man himself, dressed in a crisp grey suit and the signature smirk as he turned to look at you.
Chris.
It was beyond a shock at this point, your brain forgot how to function and you had to struggle to keep your eyes from widening and to not let the situation horrify you. 
You were hoping the internet would glitch at some point and it would spare you the horror and embarrassment about the fact that you had spent the night with this very man who would now decide your fate in the company.
You were definitely screwed.
“Miss (Y/L/N). We’ve met sooner than I thought we would.”
Title: Bulletproof
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sebastian Stan (Part of the SebStan Series & written for Hot Bucky Summer 2023)
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Bodyguard!Bucky, fluff, opposites attract, Sebastian being painfully himself imo
Summary: Bucky sees now why this man needs a bodyguard. He’s as reckless as Steve, with very little concern for himself.
>> READ ON AO3<<
Written for both Alternate June-iverse (C4 - Bodyguard) & Hot Bucky Summer Week 5: Electricity, Fireworks, Knees Buckling at @buckybarnesevents and G5: Bodyguard AU at @allcapsbingo
*a/n: I’m reposting some of my fics here. Hopefully I’ll write more soon!
Summary: Chris surprises you for your birthday!
Warnings: Drinking, Floofliness.
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“Okay,Y/N, I get you want to stay in. I really do,” Chris was saying pacing in front of you. “But I’m telling you, this will be far more fun for your birthday than ordering Chinese take out and sitting in front of the television watching Netflix.”
You pretended to ignore him and kept flipping through movies to find something to watch. He stood in front of the television, blocking your view. You looked up at him.
“I know you heard me.” He said.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” You put the remote down. “But I’m not so sure. I just got comfortable.”
He glanced at what you were wearing: one of his old Boston tees and sweats. “Yeah comfortable in my clothes.”
“Well, you shouldn’t leave them lying around.” You smiled up at him. “Plus I missed you and they smelled like you.”
He grinned. “I missed you too, that’s why I want to go out. Spend your birthday together.”
You were about to come up with another excuse when he gave you the puppy dog eyes. You hated those eyes, you could never resist them.
You gave a heavy sigh. “Okay, okay, I’m getting up.”
“Yes!!”
“You don’t play fair, giving me the puppy dog eyes.”
“I play to win, Y/N!” he told you following you to your room.
You rolled your eyes but you began to get excited. It would be fun to go out for your birthday.
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You were walking arm in arm with Chris, past a bunch of restaurants and bars. You had stopped to get some dinner first and had a few drinks with that; and you felt the alcohol starting to affect you and you were giggling as you walked along, chatting about nothing. You felt Chris place his hand on your back and steer you into the first bar.
This place was a bit upscale. You figured they catered to a slightly older crowd. There was music playing, but it wasn’t loud; it lent a certain atmosphere to the place. Here, with his arm around your waist, Chris led you to a booth.
“Okay, what are we doing here?”
“I heard this place has great cocktails.” He said scooting in next to you and putting his arm around you. “I think it’s a good way to start the night.”
A waitress came over with a menu of their special mixed drinks. They all sounded so good. You ordered something called a Moscow Mule to start with. You and Chris sat back and chatted a bit, drinking a few more cocktails as time went on.
It was nice and peaceful and you looked around as you sipped your drink, comfortable with his arm around you.
“See this wasn’t so bad.” He told you picking up his second drink.
“Nah, it’s pretty cool.”
He leaned over and placed a kiss on your temple.
You smiled, but you were soon distracted by a noise coming from outside. You turned to look out the window, as did the other patrons. You couldn’t help but laugh when you saw a group of what you assumed were college students walking down the sidewalk, cheering and yelling at each other.
“Looks like they’re having fun,” you said turning to Chris.
“Yeah they do.” He watched them thoughtfully.
He then grabbed your hand and helped you out of your seat.
‘Where are we going?” You asked.
“We’re following the fun,” he told you as he followed the students into a bar down the street with you in tow.
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It was considerably more loud in this place than the last and it was packed. College students were crammed in at the bar, at tables, and around the walls. There was some space, however, in the middle of the floor where they were all dancing.
“What’s going on?” You shouted to the bartender once you fought your way over through the crowd.
“Finals are over,” she shouted back. “They’re celebrating.”
You chuckled as you watched them drinking and dancing around, happy that their tests were finished.
Chris looked at a group of them for a minute before grabbing your hand and leading you over.
“Hey!” He called to them. ”Mind if we join you?”
“Chris what…?” You started to ask him before you heard what he said next.
“It’s her birthday!”
“Oh my god really?!?” One girl shouted then turned to her friends. “Hey, guys it’s her birthday!”
Her friends, clearly drunk, all cheered.
She handed you a shot glass.
“You gotta drink!” She said. “You can celebrate with us!”
“Uh, okay.” You took the small glass in your hand.
“One... two… three… DRINK!”
They all cheered when you turned the glass up and swallowed; then laughed at the face you made as the liquor burned your throat.
“Awesome!” Another one of the students said. “Here’s another one!”
You did a few more shots, then giggling like crazy, grabbed Chris by the hand, and joined the students out on the dance floor. He had taken a couple of shots with you too and you guys danced and sang along badly to the music.
After about an hour, you said goodbye to the new college friends you made, giving them hugs. Chris grabbed your hand and led you out and up the street. You were still singing one of the songs when you reached a different place.
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Karaoke.
He had really taken you to a karaoke bar. At first you thought you were going to sit in the audience and watch people get up and sing while you drank, and you were fine with that. You loved watching people. But when Chris disappeared and came back smiling, you got suspicious. You had thought he had ran to the bathroom, but it turns out that he was signing you both up to perform.
“Alright, sweetheart.” He looked over at you. “Ready?”
“Ready for what?”
“And next up we have Chris and Y/N singing ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA!” The MC was saying. “Let’s give them a round of applause!”
Normally you wouldn’t have been up for it, getting in front of crowds wasn’t one of your favorite things, but with all the drinks you had consumed in you, you were feeling considerably braver. So you downed the rest of your drink and led the way up to the stage, Chris close behind.
Once you had your mics, the music started and you both belted out the song with gusto.
Ooh you can dance
You can jiiiivee
Having the time of your liiiiffee
OOOooh, see that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queeeen!!!
Soon you had the audience singing along and laughing with you.
You two left after the song was over and you had taken your bows, walking down the street hand in hand, arms swinging, and laughing.
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Your final stop for the night, was a little hole in the wall place; small but nice. You had had enough of hard liquor for the night, knowing you’d have a wicked hangover in the morning. Chris, feeling the same way, got you both beers and you sat back and relaxed.
“So did you enjoy yourself?”
“Yeah, I did. I’m glad I came out. Thank you, babe.”
“Anytime.” He kissed your hand.
Looking around you saw a jukebox standing in the corner.
“Hey, give me some change.”
“Why?”
You nodded towards the machine. “I wanna see what songs they have.”
He dug in his pocket and pulled out a few coins. You grabbed them and walked over. Flipping through you landed on one of the old songs your mom used to play.
When the music started you walked back over to Chris and held out your hand.
“May I have this dance?”
He smiled up at you and took your hand. You led him out to the middle of the floor and he put his free hand on your waist while you put yours on his shoulder. You began to sway to the music, your head resting on his chest. With the people in the bar looking on and smiling, you heard him whisper “happy birthday” to you before pulling you closer.
All in all it had been one of the best birthdays you’d ever had.
You are biting your lip, not sure if this was the best idea, it was too soon, right? It didn't feel too soon but you've only been dating a few months and the only other time you introduced your boyfriend to the family this early was when you weren't sure the relationship was going anywhere and knew your brothers would scare them away for you.
Chris squeezed your thigh to get your attention, apparently you were so lost in your head you didn't hear him calling your name. You mumble a quick apology and give him your undivided attention. "Are you okay? I've never seen you this anxious" he asked as he pulled you into him, as well as he could in the back seat of the car.
"I'm ok, just a bit nervous…..my family is loud and opinionated and there's so many of them" you sigh as you relax into Chris' hold.
"Well, families are supposed to be loud and obnoxious, but they helped form the amazing person you are. I can't wait to get to know them" he offered you the sweetest smile before you rolled your eyes at him.
"You're such a sap" you giggled and started to relax in his hold. Reaching the airport you weren't sure if there would be paparazzi, Chris told you not to worry but when did that ever stop you, so the decision was for him to go into the airport while the car took a loop around before dropping you off.
If it wasn't too early to meet your family, it was definitely too early for your relationship to be public knowledge. By the time you made it to the gate he was sitting in a chair, sipping some water, you hadn't discussed what to do at the gate but when he extended his hand to you, holding out a cup of coffee, you immediately smiled and sat down next to him. Luckily airport wasn’t crowded so you decided to give a bit more detail on what he was getting himself into.
"My parents have been married forever, and are madly in love...It's kinda disgusting, but absolutely adorable at the same time. My mom will try to feed from the moment we get there until we leave." You felt that these types of tidbits would be helpful but you really didn't worry about your parents, they loved and trusted you, even if they wanted to protect you. You were more concerned about your brothers and the hazing that might happen.
"My dad has a tendency to test people with uncomfortable questions, like politics or religion...but the answer doesn't matter, he's not gonna judge you on that, it's the way you respond that he uses to evaluate you." Chris looked at you puzzled so you tried your best to explain.
"If he asks you anything out of the ordinary, he's looking at the way you respond, if you get defensive or agitated, you're losing points, so to speak" you shrug, not sure how to make any of these seem normal.
"Ok...I can handle that, which brother is picking us up?" he asked as we began boarding the plane "ah, that would be Greg, he's the engineer and married to Meg. Greg is the twin of Garrison, or Gar, who is married to Jan. Gar is the chef and our resident bartender most of the time, he's practically a mother hen to all of us, very nurturing and a sweetheart even if he tries to play the tough guy."
"Ok, and they are the ones closest to you in age?" He asked, trying his best to keep everyone straight.
You smiled and nodded "yea, 2 years older. I introduced Meg to Greg, she was my lab partner in 10th grade for biology when he was a senior. They got married about a month after finishing college, they are adorable."
As you settled in, the two of you decided to enjoy cocktails on the flight to help alleviate your anxiety. Exiting the plane and making your way toward baggage claim, Chris kept his baseball cap pulled low, no one would recognize him unless they knew he was going to be there.
The moment you spotted your brother, you turned to Chris and apologized in advance for what was about to happen. He seemed confused until he heard your name being called and saw who he assumed was your brother, Greg.
You tried your best to scowl at him but he looked so ridiculous that you just had to laugh “why do you do this shit to me?” you asked as he pulled you into a tight hug.
Turning around to introduce Chris, he is doubled over laughing at how ridiculous your brother looks. "Chris, this asshole is Greg, this is Chris" you gesture and the two shake hands.
You all pile into the car and surprisingly, your brother hadn’t said anything else to embarrass you completely in front of Chris, but knowing him, it was just a matter of time. When you finally make it to your parents house and Meg & Greg don't follow you in, you realize that tonight was going to be the parental interrogation. Taking a breath you were about to open the door when Chris grabbed your hand and gave you a reassuring look.
You couldn’t help but smile “I’m good, just a bit nervous…..feel kinda like a teenager” Apparently your dad was waiting for you and laughed at you the moment you walked in the door.
“A teenager huh? Well hopefully you won’t break something sneaking out of the house” he smirked and pulled you into a hug.
“Thanks pop, this is Chris” you watched as Chris and your dad exchanged greetings while the two of you made your way into the house, maybe this weekend will go by better than you hoped. You were about to ask about your mom when she came in from the garden, looking like she had been there most of the day.
“Oh thank goodness you are finally here!” she squealed and pulled you into a hug. “Sorry I’m such a mess, but you know I can’t sit around waiting, and your father is making dinner, so I had to find a way to keep myself busy” she continued to ramble on while pulling Chris into a hug.
By the time the two of you had cleaned up and made it down to dinner, you had given Chris a rough overview of what to expect.
Dinner with your parents was wonderful, your dad proudly showing off his limited culinary skills and the wine definitely helped everyone relax. That was until your dad decided that he was gonna get personal.
"So Chris, what do you do for a living?" he asked and you all got quiet. He had to have been screwing with you, there's no way he didn't know, or so you thought. Chris cleared his throat and told him before sipping his wine and looking at you for some direction, you could only shrug and refill your glass.
"Are you any good?"
"Pops really? How is anyone supposed to answer a question like that?" rolling your eyes, you weren't sure where he was going with this but you didn't need any unnecessary anxiety right now either.
"I just want to know that he is self-sufficient.'' Turning to Chris, your dad continues "my darling daughter can support herself, but does not need to support others."
You are groaning before Chris can even respond "it's not like that dad. He is very successful and if you have a problem with me supporting people I care about it's your fault. You were the one that taught me to be generous to those in need" you were a bit smug at that point but really hadn't expected that kind of question tonight.
"Well sir, I do very well, no debt and have a large nest egg prepared for when I’m ready to retire” Chris spoke very confidently and grabbed my hand under the table, trying his best to reassure me.
A sigh left your lips when your mother spoke up, “darling, you watched his movie last week” she shook her head and your dad just looked more puzzled.
“The mystery one you love, with Christopher Plummer. We both really enjoyed it” she smiled at Chris when your fathers face lit up in recognition, “you’re the asshole who killed the grandfather! I didn’t recognize you with the beard.”
Your dad begins to gush over Chris’ performance and tells him how great the movie was. Everything after that seemed to breeze by with ease, you all chatted about what was going on in town, since you hadn’t been home in a while. By the time you all finished dinner, you were all full and there were several empty bottles of wine scattered around the table. The next thing you knew, your dad and Chris were headed into the kitchen with the dirty dishes, so you and your mother opened another bottle of wine.
She usually stuck to her 2 glass max but apparently tonight was an exception. You began chatting about Boston and how much you were liking it when the men came back in, your dad patting Chris on the back.
“Well, we better call it a night, we have an early morning, good night kids" your dad smirked before turning to escort your mom out of the room.
"I thought we were all hanging out here tomorrow, we can sleep in!” A bit surprised your parents left it at that, you looked at Chris questioningly as he just shrugged.
“Your dad invited me to play golf with him and your brothers tomorrow, a 7am tee time. I thought that was a good sign, so I agreed” he sat next to you on the sofa looking quite smug.
Taking a deep breath and thinking through everything you couldn’t help but smile, “that is definitely a good sign, but…” you trailed off, not sure how to properly express your concerns.
“Don’t worry babe, I can handle myself” he slung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. His touches were always so calming and they meant even more now. In the short amount of time you have been together you have realized that his touch made your anxiety almost completely disappear.
No one has ever been able to do that for you and you were grateful for even the smallest touches he could provide. “I’m not worried about you, or dad, it’s those idiot brothers of mine” you sighed just imagining the shit they would tell Chris to embarrass you as much as possible.
“Ok, how about, we grab some drinks and head out to the swing I saw out back and you can tell me all about your idiot brothers?”
“I like the way you think Evans! What’s your poison?” The two of you spent the next few hours, drinking and laughing more than you had in a while, you realized you were stressing over this trip more than necessary. Chris was amazing and even if things ended soon, you were thankful for what you had. It had been a long time since you felt this comfortable and safe with someone you were still getting to know.
By the time you made it to bed it was close to midnight, and you were trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake your parents. Snuggling with Chris, you got a closer look at his tattoos that littered his chest, tracing them with your fingers and enjoying the closeness and quiet between you.
“Who’s Bardsley?” Chris tensed up and you regretted it immediately.
“Uh, Matt was a friend of mine” he spoke barely above a whisper.
“He must have been important to you, what was he like?” you asked, hoping to ease the tension that you caused by focusing on the good times with his friend.
Looking up at Chris, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but then he smiled and started telling you stories about the two of them in their younger years.
Before you knew it, the alarm Chris had set was jarring you both awake, causing you to groan and Chris to laugh. He gave you a quick kiss before hoping in the shower and letting you fall back asleep for a few more minutes.
“Good morning Buttercup!” you immediately grumbled when you heard your dad’s voice in the doorway.
“If you don’t have coffee, there’s no reason for you to be here” as you rolled over and opened one eye.
“Of course I brought coffee, no need for patricide this morning” he handed you the mug before turning to Chris. “Ready to hit the links, the boys should be here any minute?”
He smiles and nods to your dad with a quick 'yes, sir' before giving you a quick kiss and following him out the door.
Realizing if you didn't get up soon your mother would be coming to find you, you pulled yourself out of bed and headed downstairs. The two of you were a lot alike and you missed your mom when you were away, but as soon as you were back together, the fun resumed.
You were both giggling and making brunch when the kids and your sister in laws arrived and the usual house chaos was in full swing by the time the guys were back from golfing.
Music was blaring over the outside speakers while the kids were convincing Grandma to join them on the trampoline. None of you realized the guys were back until the music volume dropped suddenly and you heard your dad’s booming voice. “What is going on?”
He was using his stern voice, but the amusement on his face told everyone that he was more in shock than annoyance at the madhouse he came home to.
You were about to answer when your brother chimed in “$20 bucks says it’s Y/N fault” Before Chris knew what was happening, you and your brothers were bickering with each other, but he could tell it was a playful tone, no matter how much you try to act assertive and intimidating toward them.
He shook his head and laughed, only to realize that most of the kids were ignoring their parents and were staring at him. Looking at the kids, he couldn’t think of anything other than smile and wave at them, cursing himself for being awkward.
He’s done this a million times, was able to mask his nerves and anxiety around fans but for some reason this seemed different. It wasn’t just some random kids he’d never see again, these were your nieces and nephews, all 12 of them, and you adored them with your whole being.
He needed to be genuine with them and not Mr Movie Star, the fear of them not liking him made him more anxious than meeting your parents. These kids could make or break him, their opinion mattered to you and he had to win them over.
Before he was able to actually interact with them, the littlest one looked up at him with widened eyes and practically yelled “Oh my boodness!” causing everyone to stop and see what was happening.
He stepped closer to Chris, still looking shocked and asked “are you capen merica?” He immediately crouches down so he’s eye level, “yea bud, I am, what’s your name?” The kid looked at him in awe and a big smile stretching on his face.
“I’m Marshall” he tells him proudly and sticks out his hand.
You watched the interaction, trying your hardest to keep the smirk off your face. How did you get so lucky to be dating one of the nicest and funniest guys you’ve ever met and he was making you smile just by talking to your nephew, gawd when had you become such a simp.
Your thoughts were broken when Marie bumped your shoulder and smirked toward Chris, “don’t stare too long, a sight like that might make your ovaries explode” she giggled and you almost spit out your drink all over her.
“Yea, he has a way about him, doesn’t he?” you hummed. The rest of the weekend was more chaotic than normal, but Chris seemed to fit right in. He got along well with your brothers, which was surprising since they had a tendency to hate everyone you have ever dated in your entire life.
When the chaos and excitement finally settled down, the kitchen was raided for snacks before the mention of lunch would even be thought of. You tried to interrogate your brothers and find out what happened on the golfing excursion but they were all very tight lipped, which was incredibly unusual.
“So, how were the links?” you asked Chris as grabbed the seat beside him before anyone else could.
“Not bad, haven’t played much lately so didn’t do great but I held my own” he smirked at you before pulling you closer to his side.
“I was more worried about what the idiots would be saying than your actual swing, but I’m glad you had a good time” trying your best to get the juicy details of the day.
“Oh, well, it’s bro code, I can’t tell you” he laughed as he grabbed a beer and disappeared into the backyard with the kids, leaving you a bit shocked.
A/N: The last one of the night! Still working prompts for the HBC theme day, Dear Diary, for @the-ce-horniest-book-club
Summary: You and Chris take a little stroll while scrapbooking
Word Count: 414
You and Chris huddled over your project; you had assigned Chris the task of arranging the photos you had collected over the years while you sat trying to figure out the right words for each page. You heaved a sigh and picked up a picture from its corner to reminisce.
“Are you sure?” you asked with a sigh.
“Yes! Mom, come on, it’ll be fun!” he begged, tugging on your right arm. “I could ask Dad…”
You groaned at your son’s playful teasing. “Fine, fine I’ll ride with you. Just don’t come crying to me when I throw up all over you!”
You shook yourself out of the memory as you handed the photo over to Chris. “He will never let me live this one down.” You chuckled to yourself. Chris glanced at the photo and laughed.
“In fairness, you had warned him!” Chris grabbed his chest as he continued to laugh. Calming himself down, he placed the photo next to another one from another ride, this one with father and son.
He stared at the car sitting in the driveway, then at his dad. “Are you freakin’ kiddin’ me Dad?”
Chris laughed at his son’s reaction as he started to slowly walk around the car. “Well it is a rental so we can’t get too crazy with it.” Chris tossed the keys into the air, which were easily caught. “You ready?”
Chris’s smile fell a bit as the memory faded from view. “I can’t believe…”
You got up from your seat and settled into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head into his chest. “Don’t say it or we’ll both end up in tears again.”
Chris sniffled, hugging you tight. “How did the time go so fast? It seems like yesterday we dropped him off at kindergarten.”
“I know,” you whispered. “But at least…” The slamming of the backdoor and scampering of feet pulled your attention away from your feelings.
“Ewwwww! Can you guys get a room or something?” Your twelve-year-old daughter made a gagging face as her best friend giggled. “Can Rebecca stay for dinner?”
You disentangled yourself from Chris with a smile. “Of course! It’s pizza night. Is your mom okay with it?” Rebecca nodded and with that, the two girls raced to your daughter’s bedroom. “Maybe Rebecca’s family will let us adopt her?”
Chris smiled as he looked at the two pictures now side by side. “Maybe, but I kinda like the two we have.”
