Chris was no stranger to your body. His hands were very well acquainted with your large ass and their matching tiger stripes. He damn near slept on it every night and worshipping your heavy thighs. Looking back at him again as your hand touched the tip of his dick gently, Chris was begging you to take it into your mouth.

“You want me to suck you off, baby?” You tease as he nodded his head. “Yeah? Want me to take your big cock in my mouth.” You tease again. “Want me to make you cum?” His naked body shook a little as you eye him. His grip on your ass tightening and loosening if it was a stress ball. Facing Chris’ dick you spit on it.

With one hand you glide up and the other tickling his pair. Your mouth began to water a bit with anticipation. This was a punishment for him honestly. Chris thought coming home at two in the morning was acceptable. “I lost track of time.” That’s been his excuse everyday this week and then he had the audacity to sleep all day without showing you a speck of love and affection besides a sorry half ass peck on the head before falling right onto the bed.

You had fallen into this position when he objected to you shaving your lady parts. You had one foot on the edge of the tub and he was leaning on the door in his robe. His arms were crossed and he was getting sick of the silent treatment. “Baby you can’t keep ignoring me.”

“You’re right. I can’t but I’m really mad at you so, go away.” You shooed him with the shaving cream bottle on the toilet.

“Y/N.” He said

Rolling your eyes you focused on the mirror beneath you. Your boobs were spilling out of your bra accidentally on purpose. You had no problem making Chris lust over your body while playing this game of ‘look do not touch’ which you were definitely winning at this point.

Your lips rub together as you take the little razor in your hands. Chris walked over and snatched the razor from your hands, throwing it on the ground. His eyes look at you with an immense and rather annoyed glare. You smirk gently and lick your lower lip, his hand reaches for a towel and he laid it on the counter. He snatched the rag off the counter and lifted you onto the sink. His eyes never leaving yours as he wet the cloth and squeezed it out with his free hand. Your hand rested on his shoulder for support and his jaw clenched. Lifting your leg onto his shoulder you watched him wipe off the shaving cream

“What are you doing?” You chuckle

“No, what are you doing?” He asks “you’re shaving my pet.”

“Chris, please.” You scoff as he rinses the cloth out. “She’s not yours anymore. You have another pet who keeps your dick wet until two in the morning-“

“I told you already,” he sighed with a chuckle “I’m not with any other woman, Y/N. I am working.”

“Shut up.” You tell him, snatching the cloth from his hands and hitting him across the chest with it. “Don’t talk to me.” You said standing up and picking up the razor and shaving cream. “My kitty, my rules.”

“You’re not shaving that.” He said as you held your your palm to his face walking out of the bathroom. His eyes widened at your audacity as a little smirk plays on your lips. You began to let the robe fall off your shoulder exposing your shoulder blades and the bra.

Ohhh weren’t you a tease! His dick twitched and he groaned loudly wanting to bend you over the hallway table and watch you take him.

Chris licked his lips and followed you out. Like a child, you repeated, “Lalalalala.” As your man tried to talk to you. “I can’t hear you! Lalalalalalala.” You kept going.

“Y/N-“

“Nope! Lalala!”

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Keep walking like that,” he says scanning your half naked body. “Im gonna have you begging for me to fuck you.”

“Me fuck you?” You laughed out loud, swinging your head around. “Christopher please!” You laughed as the robe fell in a small pool at your feet. “You want me!” You told him throwing the shaving cream at him before flicking him off. “You want to fuck me!”

Chris only laughed and nodded his head as you couldn’t hold in your own laughter. “Fuck you.” He chuckled and walked near you as you tried to pretend to be mad. The shaving cream dropping out of his hands as he bit his lips.

“Don’t touch me, fool.” You giggled as he folded his hands in his armpits. “You don’t get none of this.” You motioned to your body. “Go fuck that other bitch.”

Chris cocked his eye brows up seeing your teeth laugh. His bottom lip was wet, you could just grab him by his face and lick lips with him. Mmm how you wanted a taste of your man’s lips. You weren’t really mad, but seeing Chris squirm like a child holding their pee made you laugh. The pure enjoyment you were having.

The yearning in his eyes. They literally beamed as you unhooked your bra. A low grunt left his throat and you walked closer to him holding the lace bra in your hands waving it in front of him.

“Baby come on.” He moaned throwing his head back shifting his legs left to right. “Don’t do this to me.” He begged poking out his lower lip. “Please baby please. I’m sorry.” He whispered

“Shut up.” You whispered back as your lips were on his ear. “No more talking for the night. You wanna get back on my good graces?” You asked him

“Yes. Y/N you can’t be serious-“

“I said shut up.” You frowned gracefully, and brought your thumb to his lip motioning for him to widened his mouth. You inserted one of the bra cups into his mouth. He didn’t speak. You grinned evilly and pushed him against the wall. He eyed your tits and reached to touch the nipples.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you folded your lips and practically melted in his tender touch. They ran across your soft nipples back and forth. Fuck! He was winning. You didn’t want to seem like you were enjoying it to much. He wanted to fuck you.

You breathed in sharply before backing away. You smirked and squeezed his cheeks together. His eyelashes blinked and he groaned in frustration. You stalked off to your room where you started putting on some lotion. The coco butter smoothing in your hands as you heard his heavy footsteps drag to the door. Chris wastched you bend over slathering the lotion on your ankles as your core stared him directly in the face. He clenched down on the bra as the other side hung out. His foot tapped and you knew he was watching.

Why is torture so much fun? You asked yourself

Chris had snatched the lotion and began rubbing it in his palms. He started on your other leg and you sat down seeing the erection growing in his plaid pajama pants. Damn…your own jaw clenched trying to fight your own urges to rip them off. Chris noticed your wandering eyes and stepped back taking off his pants. He wasn’t wearing any boxers. Typical. He loved going commando at night. It lead to easier sex when you both woke up with the horny urge to fuck.

You were sitting on his knee as he sat on the bed. The bra still hanging from his mouth. Hmmm, maybe Chris was really sorry. You joked as his thumb crossed over your nipples. His other hand on your thigh rubbing in the extra coco butter. He laid back as your eyes inch over to his cock. Chris yanked your ass onto his chest in a swift motioning for you to lean over so he can lotion you up.

“Chris…” you muttered laughing enjoying his roaming hands.

Which brought you here. Aching to give your man some head. He was being so good! You wanted to scream. Your mouth came on top of his dick and you heard him moan. You wanted to hear him in all his loud glory so you reached back and took the bra from his mouth. He coughed and moaned loudly again.

Smiling against his hard member you stroked up and down his cock with your tongue. It touched the back of your throat and Chris pulled you down on his face. Your weight sitting on your face and he groaned again as you settled your own throbbing core on him.

You breathed out and gasped as his mouth sucked on you. Your slurping sounds and Chris light kissing noises made a beat as your heart thumped. He groaned with every breath and you kept bobbing your head up and down his shaft as your hand played with his balls.

The veins poking the inside of your mouth. You had never done a 69 with Chris. With no one actually. He would beg you to sit on his face and you’d jerk him off. That was about it.

Chris loved to watch your face when you came. He would fuck you in the bathroom, bent over the sink, plunging his cock in you and you always tried to keep eye contact with him, but in the midsts of your pleasure you’d close your eyes and cum. Many times he’d finger you as you both stood in front of the large mirror in your hallway. Chris would hold your leg up and you’d hold onto his neck for support and it never failed. His eyes would watch you open your mouth when he hit your g spot and just when you were going to cum, Chris would insert a third finger. It always made your body lurch forward, practically falling on the mirror, smearing your sweat and cum all over it. Then he’d lick all three of his fingers and bend down to lick up your thighs and legs.

Sex with Chris was easy. He was open with everything and you liked to experiment. As he ate your pussy, you felt your core tighten and release over and over as you moaned against his hard member. Your mouth full, you felt his warm cock beat inside as you moaned loudly. Chris grunted and his cock twitched shooting his semen at the back of your throat. You gagged a little letting his cock fal lfrom your lips covered in his cum as you swallowed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned pulling your ass even closer. You were sure you were suffocating him. Your eyes closed tightly as he raked his tongue on the inside of your core. Your feet curled as you threw your head back as your orgasm was peeking.

“Right there!” You groan with labored breathing “Ahh fuck! Fuck!”

The wet core covered in Chris’ salvia pulsates as you rock against his mouth. Your hand reaching down massaging your enlarged clit with quick motion. Chris slurped and you moaned. His voice was muffled and you arched your back feeling your own wetness soak his face.

“I’m almost there!” You rubbed your clit faster as his tongue plunged and slurped. “Chris!”

Feeling yourself release onto his face, a rain storm covered his mouth dripping onto his beard. He gasped catching his breath as he flipped you over, hovering over you. Laughing, you watched his wet beard go down, licking up your thighs as you caught your breath.

He moaned as his tongue tickled the inside of your huge thighs as he slapped the skin with his palm. The sting sent you into a small frenzy as you winced slightly as grabbed onto his hair, rubbing your fingers through his soft scalp. His eyes hungrily undressing you as he flicked his tongue on the outside of his mouth, tasting your juices that ran down his face.

“Good boy.” You muttered

The End!

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“And the Oscar goes to...” the announcer said, their voice echoing strangely in your ears. You breathed out, your knee bouncing. 

“Y/N!”

The room erupted in applause, lights, and grandiose music. Your heart ripped out of your chest as you stood mechanically, Chris congratulating you. His hand was on the small of your back, and when you looked up, your lips spread in a grin, recognizing Chris’s genuine happiness. His eyes were lit up by the lights above, as if a million chandeliers had been crammed into those blue irises. 

He gave you a quick, chaste kiss for the cameras and hugged you. “Go get ‘em, baby,” he whispered in your ear. 

With trembling hands and knees made of Jell-o, you walked towards the stage, feeling the eyes of an entire world at your back. You kept telling yourself not to trip, not to embarrass yourself in front of the elite of Hollywood, but when you turned back for reassurance, Chris was the only one still standing, his face split in a grin, eyes sparkling with love and tears. 

You smiled, regaining some sort of confidence, as you strode on stage and accepted your Oscar. It was cold in your hand as you made your way to the mic. 

You took a shaking breath in, zeroing in on Chris, who had sat down but was staring up at you endearingly. There was a camera pointed right at him, and you knew the billboards would go crazy with Chris tomorrow as he looked up at you like his world stood on that stage.

You giggled and waved at him. 

“I won’t comment on how heavy this thing is,” you said, holding up the award as the crowd gave a polite laugh. You gulped, breathing in. “Um, I’ve been dreaming about this moment for ever, but not only about winning an Oscar in an expensive dress. This was about making movies that touched me. That moved me. I wanted to make movies that spoke to my values and what future I want to leave to my children.”

The crowd went into humble applause. 

“I have so many people to thank for this opportunity, notably my agent and my mom. You know who you are, out there, for this wonderful movie. But I want to thank a specific person who is here tonight.” You took a breath in, pointing to Chris, feeling your heart swell. “Chris, my love, thank you so much for giving me the time and space to become the actress and woman I wanted to be. You are the best partner there could ever be. You never stopped me, you never mansplained, and you never told me I could not do something. You’ve accepted all facets of me. You’ve heard me and you’ve loved me and encouraged me to go further. I love you so much.” 

The crowd erupted in earsplitting hoots, applause, and whistles. You saw Chris bend his head to wipe the corner of his left eye.

“Thank you and good night!”

You hurried off stage, searching the darkness as you were guided by people to the photo session. Your heart was beating relentlessly in your rib cage as you stood there beneath the flashes of cameras, giving a few “hot takes” to journalists on your win.

Someone said your name, pointing to a distant corner beyond the cameras. You smiled, opening your arms, and Chris came running to you, swooping you in his arms and twirling. You laughed, throwing your head back, feeling Chris plant a kiss on your throat. 

“My girl,” he whispered in your ear, lowering you to your feet. “I love you always, forever, eternally.”

You blushed when you realized so many cameras had captured this moment. But you only had eyes for your boyfriend. Even if you were holding your very first Oscar for Best fucking Actress. Even if there were cameras and journalists that would die for a picture. 

I couldn’t help the smile growing on my face, and the redness on my cheeks.

“Seriously [Y/N], I don’t know what you two are waiting for.” she says.

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

“You, Chris, - wait. Are you being serious?” she says, even more confused than I am.

“I don’t have any clue as to what you’re talking about.” I tell her, still not getting it.

“Oh, sweet [Y/N]. You’ll get it eventually.” she said, patting my shoulder.

“Okay. Everyone, please line up. Five minutes!” a stage hand announced.

I got in my place in between Chris and Hemsworth.

As they began calling our names, we walked out to be greeted by a room full of screams.

“You good?” Chris turned around and asked me.

“Yeah. I’m good.” I smiled.

“Now you know him as Captain America, please welcome Chris Evans!” the moderator announced.

“Show time.” Chris says, before walking out.

“Now introducing the talented, and wonderful [Y/N]!”

You walked out smiling and waving to the sea of people, making your towards your seat next to Chris.

----

Everything was going smoothly, we were about an hour into the panel, and it was time for audience questions. Those always make me the most nervous, because you never know what they’re going to ask.

“Can we expect any new romances?” a fan asked.

“Great question! Perfect for Evans, and [Y/N] to answer, since they know all about romances.” Robert says winking towards us.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chris nervously laughed.

“Oh. Just that you and  [Y/N] have first hand experience in that department.” Robert teases, causing the crowd to erupt.

"I think what Robert means, is that our characters have a romantic history." I quickly say, to get the focus back on track.

"Yeah, that's exactly what he meant." Scarlet sarcastically says, quietly into the microphone.

"Right. Our characters romance has been hinted at since the end of Age of Ultron." Chris says, ignoring Scarlet's remark.

"The kiss!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"Ah the kiss, right." Chris says, remembering that fan favorite moment.

"Steamy kiss. Had the whole crew shook up." Hemsworth said.

"Had to hose these two down afterwards." he continued to tease, getting the exact response he wanted from the crowd.

I rolled my eyes at his comment.

"I really thought these two were going to take it back to their trailer." Robert jokes.

"Robert!" I shrieked, in complete shock.

"Hey. It was a nice, hot steamy kiss, you two should be very proud of yourselves." Robert raised his hands in defense.

"Okay. Okay. Knock it off you two. Give the lovebirds a break." Elizabeth says, clapping her hands to get everyone's attention.

"We're not lovebirds." I cautiously say.

"Yeah. [y/n] and I are just friends. The second you hear action, you just get lost in your characters." Chris said, smiling at me.

"Exactly. And I think you'll see that in this new movie also. The differences between Steve and Charlotte, and the dynamics of their relationship, and how it all plays out." I finish off the answer.

------

The rest of the panel went by smoothly, the comments towards Chris’ and I calmed down, thankfully.

We all made our way back to the backstage area.

“Some panel, huh.” Chris asked as we made our way to the craft’s table.

“Yeah. For the most part, I think it went smoothly.” I laugh.

“Once we got the children off a certain topic.” he smiles, as Elizabeth came up to us.

“Hey you two. Me and the rest of the crew were going to dinner later tonight. You two in?” she asks us.

“Sounds good to me.” I say.

“Same here.” Chris agrees.

“Perfect. I’ll text you two the time and the place.”

------

I got to the restaurant at the same time as Chris.

“Hey. Are we the first ones to arrive?” I asked him as we stepped into the restaurant.

“Looks that way.” he said looking around for the rest of the group, as we walked up to the hostess podium.

“Hi. We are here under the Robert reservation.” I tell her.

“Ah yes. Robert for two.” she tells us.

“Uh. No. It should actually be a bigger party. Around 15.” I tell her, sharing a confused look with Chris, as he checks his phone.

“I’m sorry. We only have it down for two.” she apologizes, flipping through her reservations book.

“That can’t be right.” I turn towards Chris.

“Actually, it is. Looks like everyone cancelled.” he said showing me the group chat.

“What a coincidence.” I sarcastically say.

“Will you two still be joining us for dinner tonight?” the hostess asks.

“Might as well. Since we’re here.” Chris shrugs.

“Wouldn’t hurt.” I smiled up at him.

The hostess lead us through the restaurant to our table. Chris had his hand placed on my lower back as we walked through, I could feel the goosebumps take over my body.

“You look really nice tonight.” Chris comments, once we are seated.

“Thank-you. So do you.” I blushed, glancing down at the menu.

------

A few drinks, a full meal, and many laughs later, Chris and I decided to walk the short distance back to our hotel.

“It’s such a nice night out.” I say glancing up at the sky, rubbing my arms as I feel a cold chill.

“Are you cold? Here take my jacket.” Chris said, taking off his jacket before I could protest.

“Thanks.” I smile at him, and he winks back.

“So, do you really think it was a coincidence that everyone magically cancelled tonight?” he asks, walking very closely to me.

“After what happened at today’s panel? I’m going to have to say no.” I laugh.

“Those guys, will be the death of us.” He shakes his head playfully.

“I mean, they weren’t wrong.” I tell him.

“About what?” he asked.

“I mean, that kiss was a pretty steamy one.” I playfully nudge him, causing him to let out a loud laugh.

“It was, wasn’t it.” he agreed.

There was a comfortable silence that fell between us as we walked.

"I'm glad we had tonight." Chris said after awhile.

"Me too. I had a really great time. It's not everyday I get to have dinner with great company."

"Oh, come on. I'm sure men are knocking down your door to take you out." he says.

"You would think so, but no." I lightly laugh at his assumption.

"Seriously?" he asked flabbergasted.

"Don't be so surprised. These days men are either intimidated by your success, or by your independence." I explain to him.

"Well there loss. They're missing out on someone truly wonderful." he smiles at me.

"Thanks, but you have to say that. We're friends." I blush, pushing away the butterfly feeling in my stomach.

"Yeah. Friends." he sighs.

"What if we weren't just friends?" Chris asks after a few seconds of silence, stopping a few feet from our hotel.

"What?" I asked confused, and stopping next to him.

"What if we weren't just friends. What if we had more nights like tonight." he says.

"I"m sorry. I'm confused." I say, feeling a little lightheaded.

"I mean we both had a great night, right. We've known each other for years. It's not this crazy coincidence that everyone cancelled. They've teased our relationship since our first scene together. We get along great." He says wholeheartedly.

"I'm not intimidated by you. Hell, I admire all those things about you and more. I think you're fucking incredible. I always tried to push those feelings away because, why would anyone as wonderful as you want to be with someone like me? But after tonight, if I don't go for it, I might always wonder what could've been. And I've been imaging what if's since I first met you. I'm done being afraid because I now know what I've been missing." he passionately continues, catching me off guard, but making my heart leap.

I can feel my eyes begin to water.

"I know this may all be too much, but I couldn't hold it in any longer." he finishes.

I'm at a lost for words, so I do the only thing I can think of.

I stood on the tip of my toes, and reached for the back of his head, gently crashing my lips against his. I could sense the surprise coming from him, but he quickly regained composure and began to kiss back. I could feel him wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer.

There we stood for awhile, my arms around his neck, just kissing. Enjoying this moment that took us too long to get to.

After awhile we both pulled back with matching smiles on our faces.

"I'll take that as you feel the same way." he whispers.

"I feel the same way." I whisper back, pressing another kiss to his lips.

"I guess we'll have to thank the guys later." he says, causing me to laugh lightly.

"They're never going to let us live this down." I say, feeling the smile on my face growing by the second.

“And give me whatever that guy sitting in the booth is having,” you added, watching as the bartender - who wore a sleeveless plaid - looked over your shoulder and shrugged. 

You clicked your nails on the bar as you waited, considering if what you were about to do was a good idea or the dumbest. Who knows? Serial killers are just about around every corner these days.

You took your gin and the stranger’s Budweiser - really? - and handed the bartender his money. You took a breath of good luck and twirled on your heel, headed towards the stranger.

He stared at you with open astonishment as you sat down right in front of him, smiling awkwardly, offering him his beer.

“Rough night?” you opened, mentally stabbing yourself for choosing such a cliche line. 

He smiled. Huffed. He had a full, brown beard that shadowed the bottom half of his jaw. A straight nose. Blue eyes. Handsome. What the hell was a J-Krew model doing in this asscrack of a town, in this bum fuck bar?

“Trying to be unnoticeable,” he said, grabbing the beer you offered him. 

You took of sip of gin. “Can’t really go unnoticed when you look like that,” you confessed. Maybe it was your ex’s betrayal or the lonely one hundred dollars sitting in your bank account or your left tire blowing out, but whatever it was that was giving you this much confidence, you loved it. 

“Look like what?” he asked. He tugged, nervously, at the seam of his black sweater sleeve. 

“Like a god,” you mumbled, dipping your lips into your drink.

“Well,” he laughed, “that’s officially the first time I’ve heard someone refer to me as a god.”

His smile was addicting. His laugh was close to dying over. 

You felt the pinch of attraction in your belly. “What do they refer to you as, then?”

He mimicked being in deep thought. “Hunk,” he said, pointing the tip of his beer at you. “Hollywood’s hottest single.”

Your face went hot. Flames were literally burning under your flesh. 

Hollywood?

“What?”

He smiled knowingly. 

“What?”

You scanned him briefly. He had the military-cut-out body type. The clear as a baby’s butt skin. The clothes with tags like Lacoste and Levi. 

Oh. 

Oh God.

“You’re...” you breathed out, finally putting two and two together. “My God. Chris fucking Evans.”

He threw his head back and laughed. “That’s a hell of an introduction,” he laughed. Holy Christ in Heaven, his laugh was like a waterfall of gold. 

Your face was hot. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “It barely registered. I’ve been having the shittiest week of my life.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Ex,” you corrected. “But also my boss smells like hotdog water. Oh, and my ex left a bunch of skidmarked underwear in my room. My left tire blew out. I can’t seem to save up any money. And I’m being kicked out of my apartment if I can’t get rid of my cat.”

Chris frowned, shaking his head. “Animals before anything,” he said, taking a sip. “I get that.”

“Yeah, as if I’d give away Looney Tunes for a three and a half with barely any hot water.”

“I know a few apartment blocks near my house that allow animals,” he said, slowly taking a sip. 

Your brow rose. “Am I about to know the super secret location of a celebrity’s house?”

Chris laughed. “If you want, you could come over for tea,” he suggested, cheeks pink.

Your mouth fell open. “You drink tea?”

“Of course.”

“We need to get married right away,” you deadpanned.

Chris roared with laughter, left-boob-grabbing and all. 

By the time the night ended, your number was in Chris’s phone and you were on your way to his house

TWO YEARS LATER

You took your bags from the bed, trying to keep the feeling of dread from crawling up and out of your throat.

“You’re okay?” he asked, sitting in the corner, elbows on his knees. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t comprehend the idea that he was letting you go, that you would never see him again. The hurt crawled through your ribs and bled into your lungs. 

“No,” you said, keeping a sob in your throat. “I just don’t...” you trailed off, sighing. 

Chris got up, smoothing his hands on his pants. “I just think it’s better this way,” he whispered.

Your eyes snapped to his, teary-eyed, cheeks blotchy. “Better?” you gritted. “Better!?”

“Y/N,” he said, calmly. “You’re twenty-two. I’m forty. Do you not see that I’m doing this for you?”

“Oh, right, the righteous older man,” you grumbled.

“No,” he sighed. “I’m just trying to not take away the best years of your life.”

“These were the best years of my life because of you!” you exclaimed, tears spilling hot over your cheeks. 

You saw the strain in his face, the strain to remain stoic. “You should be out with your friends, in bars, in clubs, staying out late and eating takeout half-asleep, drunk as hell. Not here at nine in the evening, curling up in a face mask with me. Not here, every night, reading.”

“God,” you groaned, throwing your hands up. “You really can’t see that this is what I want. You are what I want. I don’t care that I’m missing out. I don’t want to go out until 4 am, drunk off my ass, every night.”

Chris shook his head. 

You blew out a breath. “I see,” you whispered. “You’ve made up your mind.”

You picked up your bags, not letting him have the last word, and stormed out of his room, of his house, not even saying goodbye to Dodger.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Ericka!” you called. No answer. “Ericka! Do you have my hair straightener!?”

You stormed across the flat, coming to your roommate’s door, knocking. 

“No! Go away!”

She wasn’t just your roommate, but also your best friend.

After Chris had all but broken your heart, she’d offered a place in her apartment. She’d also held you every night as you cried, stroking your hair. She’d also talked you out of calling Chris, or texting him, or sending him some cryptic letter with a bunch of cut-out magazine letters. 

“Oh my God, you have it!?” you yelled, storming into her room. She was running across her bed, the said item in her left hand. 

“NO, LEAVE!”

You ran across the room, trying to tackle her.

“GIVE IT BACK!”

Someone yelled. Ericka fell off the bed. She kicked you by accident in the ribs and you fell off the bed, knocking your head harshly against the floor. It made a sickening thud and you momentarily went blind.

Ericka yelled. “Oh my God!”

When you came too, you were strapped to stretcher, a paramedic telling you not to fall asleep. But you did. 

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you awaoke, there was a doctor there.

“Hello Miss,” she said, smiling broadly. “I’m just going to shine a light in your eyes, okay?” 

You nodded, groggy, looking around. 

She shone the light in your eyes, humming, seeming content and unalarmed by what she saw. 

“So looks like you had a little concussion from your fall,” she said. “We’ll keep you here overnight, just to make sure you’re all right.”

“Um, okay,” you muttered. “Can I get water?”

“Of course, I’ll send a nurse.” She got up. “Someone is here to see you. Are you willing?”

You frowned. It was probably Ericka. “Sure.”

But it wasn’t your best friend to walk into your room. 

And it’s at that moment, when Chris walked in, that you realized you were in a private room. You didn’t have that kind of money....

“Y/N,” Chris sighed, rushing to your bedside, his voice laced with worry. 

Your mouth moved, a rising tide of something coming up in your throat. God, even after six months, you were still so in love with him. 

His warm fingers grazed your cheek and you flinched, realizing you probably had a bruise. 

“God, I was so worried,” he said, eyes searching yours. “Does your head hurt?”

You sat up, straightening your neck. “Chris,” you said, tone harsh. You saw the way he inched away, hands going into his pockets. “You... you broke up with me. What are you doing here?”

The question hit. He put his hand to his mouth, sighing, sitting on the edge of the bed and hanging his head. 

“I didn’t... I didn’t break up with you. I just... set you free.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly. “And I regret it. I wish I could take it back, Y/N.”

You frowned. “You... you set me free?”

Tears gathered behind your lashes.

When he rose his head and saw the tears, he reached out and wiped his thumb under your eye, stopping the fresh tears from staining your skin. 

“No,” he whispered, his own blue eyes glinting. “I was a complete idiot. I shouldn’t...” He didn’t dare finish that sentence.

“But you did,” you said, biting your lip. 

He looked up, breathing in, looking around the room. “So, how did you get in here?” he asked. “Did you forget how to walk down the stairs or something?”

You laughed. The surprised yourself and giggled. Then you thought twice and covered your mouth with your hand. 

Chris smiled softly. “Missed that,” he rasped. 

“I ran after Ericka cause she stole my hair straightener, then she kicked me in the ribs and I fell.”

Chris chuckled. “I remember how savage you get when your things are misplaced.”

You smiled, reminiscing on that time Chris did some cleaning and put your elastics in another drawer and you lost it. 

Chris reached out and tentatively took your hand. “Y/N, I just... I’ll leave right after, but I want you back.”

The admission was so raw, so honest and cold, that you just stared at him. 

“If that’s not what you want, I promise, I will walk out and you will never see me again.”

You nodded, biting your lip, eyes cast down to avoid shedding more tears. 

The bed dipped as Chris got to his feet, the smell of him lingering long after he’d left.

You dropped your head into your hands, sigh turning into a sob. 

A few minutes passed, your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

“Dammit,” you mumbled, grabbing your phone. 

You pressed on the contact info you still kept despite Ericka telling you to delete it. 

He picked up on the first ring. 

“Get back in here and help me get my hair done,” you ordered.

“It's a lot easier said than done.” You replied

“If your priority is to maintain the life of the fetus I would assume you’d want to take all the necessary precautions. If not it will increase the risk of underdevelopment and at the worst a miscarriage.”

“We understand.” Said Chris looking at you as your doctor wiped the cool gel from your stomach.

Which brought you to this moment.

“You ok in there, Ms. Evans?” Asked your wardrobe manager. You stood looking at yourself in the mirror and looked at the bump protruding from your body.

“No…” you shook your head.

A baby. The thought of losing it scared you a lot more.

“Is there something wrong?”

“Yes. No…”

Vanessa are you ready?

“Ok…what can I do to help? Hm?”

“Um…I don’t know right now.”

Are you really ready to do this? Can you do this?

You thought to yourself as you stared in the mirror. Your tote bag full of spanks and shapewear teasing you.

“Alright. Not to be frank Ms. Evans but you’re meant to be on set like ten minutes ago.”

“Uh huh…”

Janelle Mallory had some good taste. Today’s outfit was harder to hide in. It wasn’t exactly body-con but it showed a lot of skin. Not to mention the love scene you’d be in. You’d only glanced at the g string and the bralette with holes in it.

“Fuck!” You shout

“Ms, Is there something wrong with the wardrobe? We can alter it-we just need you in something to shoot this next scene.”

Looks like this can’t be a secret anymore…

“Ms. Evans?”

I don’t wanna tell just yet. Lemme hold on a little longer.

“Ms. Evans.”

You really wanna show off now, huh? You chuckled to yourself. You don’t wanna stay a secret a little longer for me…

“Ms.Evans we have to talk. Is there something you need. We need you out of the dressing room-“

“I’m ok.” You respond with your hand n the door. “I’m pregnant.” You opened the door and stood there with your hand over your bump.

“Babe-“ Chris had run over to you with some producers behind him. He held his script in one hand with a surprised look on his face.

“It’s ok. I’m just glad it’s out now.” You sighed in relief as he ran his fingers through his hair. You watched him fold his lip and gave you a little nod.

“The secrets out.” He said as he made his way to your side with one hand on the lower part of your back. You leaned into his pit and he kissed your head. He talked into your hair and you could feel hi smiling a little. “Are you ok?”

You heard him but you were trying to read Shonda’s lips as she was whispering to everyone in the small little circle. She kept looking back at you. You felt your hand squeeze his with anxiety and his hand went to your bump as he kissed your head again.

They walked over to you both and you fold your lips. “For starters, Congratulations.” Said Shonda smiling “a baby is blessing as always-“

“Can we skip to the part where you fire me?”

“Fire you? Vanessa I’m not going to fire you.” She shook her head and laughed while you and Chris tried to keep your excitement to a minimum. “Our writers will just have to adjust a few things and we’ll get through it together. As a team.”

Now

“What’s the password?”

“Come on Jack you know it’s me. Open up-“

“Password.”

There was a pause. Gia rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Really? You want me to say that?”

“Uh yeah. That’s I’m the whole point missy. And who’s the lady? Do I know her? You know if you aren’t on the list you can’t get in.”

She paused again and looked at you. “This is Vanessa. She’s Chris Evans’ wife. Ya know, America’s ass?”

I giggled and waved a little.

“The password Gianne.” He repeated

“I saw Susie sitting in a shoeshine shop where the shoe shiners sit to shine shoes in the shoeshine shop.” She said quickly

The door opened.

It had to be at least past midnight and You felt my eyes getting heavy. This was definitely underground though. There was a telephone booth out of order of course, but when you pressed the numbers it was like an elevator. You had never met Jack Black in person, he seemed pretty goofy though, and considering the password he made Gia say, your assumption is in the right place.

“Welcome.” He said to her as they hugged. His eyes turned toward you and he looked you up and down. “All three of you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled

“It’s empty.” Gia noticed making her way to the bar. “Is it just you?”

“Yeah.” He nodded

You walked around as they talked. You were a bit in awe at the theme. It was built like a speakeasy. 

“I’m not complaining it’s been great. I have enough food for a lifetime up in this bitch!” He chuckled “You guys hungry?” He asked going behind the bar. “Drink?”

“Yeah, gimmie a beer. And water,” Gia looked at me. “you need to stay hydrated.”

He went behind the bar and started scrounging for cups. He and Gia were talking and I was just thinking about Chris. I hope he gets my message. God only knows if he’ll even find it. Gia came back with a cup of water and ushered me to drink it.

“Hydrate.” She told me. “Jack, do you mind if we spend the night here?”

“Of course! I’ll make us some dinner. There’s a room in the back, I keep it for my late nights. California king,” he said looking at both of us. “It should be more than comfortable.”

“Do you believe in the Purge, Jack?” I asked looking at him.

Gia tilted her head at me and I stood up after gulping down some water. “Well, I believe in the right to purge.” He replied, “if the government says crime is legal with no repercussions then who am I to get against the government, know what I’m saying?” He chuckled looking at Gia

“So why aren’t you out there now?”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed handing Gia a bottle of whiskey. “I can’t kill anyone. No!” He shook his head “I don’t have the balls. I leave that up to them out there.”

“Vanessa why don’t you go lay down and get some rest.” She tells me, guiding me to the room. I was in desperate need to lay down, my back was killing me and so were my feet. “I’ll head out tomorrow morning and look for them. If we don’t find them then we head to the checkpoint. Jared should be there.” She told me as I sat on the bed.

“Jared?” I asked

“My husband.” She smiled

Husband? Gianne Hartley isn’t married!

“Jared Padalecki?”

“Yes.” She nodded “We’ve been married for almost five years.” Said Gia “it’s been a secret, no one knows besides our families and our agents. And you, miss ma’am.” She said smiling

I live for Supernatural. It was my favorite show, Chris and I would watch it together and I’d stay up late re-watching episodes if I couldn’t sleep. This was amazing!

“I promise I’ll keep that secret until the day I die.” I laugh and she hugged my shoulders. “I mean it.”

“It’s appreciated, ma’am.” Said Gia with a smile.

I did close my eyes. I sunk in the bed and it was very comfortable. After the reveal of my pregnancy onset, Chris was more focused now. And so was I surprised. It was a huge relief off my back from those spanks and waist trainers not to mention I could breathe better. I did fall asleep. My eyes closed and you dreamed about butterflies with the wings of leaves.

That wasn’t the strangest dream I had. One night Chris woke you up because I was talking about brownies and kittens but my dream was about swimming with mermaids. I felt Gia lay on the bed next to me and I turned to face her with my eyes half-closed.

“Did I wake you?” She whispers

“Mmm.” I moan and she hushed. “I’m scared,” I admit

“So am I.” She replied “that feeling of uncertainty is kind of rejuvenating. I like it a little.”

I opened my eyes and she was staring at me. Gianne Hartley was enjoying the fear. Weird…” what is the Purge to you?”

“Peace.” She sighed touching my cheek. The corner of my releasing a tear. I don’t know why I was crying a little. “Feed into the fear and you’ll be fine,” she told me with a smile

“How are you so calm? Your husband is out there. He could be dead? Maybe.” I say as our foreheads touched

“You’re right.” Gia replied “That’s why we’ll find him. It’s imperative we do find both of our men.” She said placing her lips on mine.

Whoa.

I kissed her back and then pulled my lips away. “We’re both married…” I stutter and she finished wiping my tears.

“Yeah, we are aren’t we.” She sighed “get some sleep, mama. We’ll figure everything out in the morning.”

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