Person: “I hate KS”
Me: fair enough, it’s a story about very mature subjects and is certainly not for everyone.
Person: “I hate Sangwoo”
Me: fair enough, he’s a very complicated character and a murderer after all.
Person: “I hate Yoonbum”
Me: fair enough, he’s also a very complicated character, stalker, and now a murderer.
Person: “I hate Koogi”
Me: okAY DEFENSIVE MODE ACTIVATED FIGHT ME BRO
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Chris and Reader have some naughty time together during the Super Bowl halftime show. Words Count: 1.8k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warnings: Swearing and unprotected sex. [Wrap your wang before you bang.] Author’s Note: Might not be my greatest work since I wrote it in a hurry, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity. Congrats to the Pats, by the way.
“C'mon, you can do better…
don’t fuck this one up guys!” Chris yelled, clapping his hands as if he
was the coach. “Don’t you dare doing this to us!”
Proud yelling, muttered cursing and
stressed screaming everywhere around you in the VIP area of the stadium. The
fans sitting, standing or jumping roared their stress out as your team was in a
difficult time. The halftime was fast approaching and the Patriots struggled,
facing the seemingly glorious Falcons.
“Don’t freak out. Relax, big
boy,” you soothed, rubbing your boyfriend’s tensed back as he tapped his
foot on the floor.
“How can we relax, Y/N?!”
Scott, his brother told you and you rolled eyes, mentally noticing him he
wasn’t helping at all.
acceptable ways to take fandom seriously:
genuinely enjoying the thing, allowing the thing to be a regular part of your life, participating in events/activities related to the thing, using the thing as a coping mechanism or relaxation tool during hard times, meeting and befriending people who also like the thing, producing work/art/writing related to the thing, etc.
unacceptable ways to take fandom seriously:
yelling at other actual humans because you want different fictional people to kiss
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: There’s no real plot, maybe Reader wants to fool around in a locker room. Once again, this poor summary does not reflect my writing in general, I hope. Bear with me, please. WordsCount: 2.7k Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+ Warnings: Smutty gifs, swearing, dirty talking, oral sex (both receiving), Chris being a butt guy (?), fingering and protected sex in a locker room, I guess.
Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.
“Seriously Chris, why would you work out so late?” You whined, throwing your gym bag at the back of the car as you popped in, sitting next to him.
“Listen, we both like this gym and this hour is the best time slot.” Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, pecking your cheek and you buckled up the passenger seat belt.
“There are other interesting ways to do exercises,” you wiggled your eyebrows, wandering your fingertips along his thigh and he rolled his eyes, starting the car. “If you do this to preserve your privacy then think about wearing something else than a cap. This became so obvious it’s Chris Evans hiding under.”
“Always hilarious, Y/N,” he looked at the road, driving through Los Angeles and you leaned your head against the seat, setting your running shoes on the dash. “You know it’s the job, I’m starting to film Infinity War in a couple of months now.”
“Really, I had no idea… Captain Fucking Obvious.” Your eyes stared straight through the window as he glanced at you with his eyebrows furrowed, giving you his special look he used whenever you used sarcasm and a small laugh slipped through your lips.
Once you’d finally reached the gym club opened at night, you both headed towards the different locker rooms and you got rid of your bag and jacket. You finally joined your boyfriend in the room - with some other people - and you saw him already working out as he focused on the upper part of his body.
You smiled and as Chris sent you a wink, you tried to leave this glorious sight of him flexing his biceps, grunting lightly or tensing his back so much that you could’ve drawn the muscles through his T-shirt. You couldn’t help but internally gush over how very handsome he looked like this and how sexy his athletic outfit embraced all his muscles tightening then relaxing.
Shaking your head slightly, you chose to concentrate the hard work on your legs for the night and you climbed on your favorite device, trying to forget the thoughts flying above your mind.
When I was 8 I was obsessed with Disney’s Aladdin. Not just the original movie, but both of it’s poorly made sequels too. I watched them everyday after school while I drew pictures in our basement TV room, simultaneously fixated on their adventures and creating my own on paper.
I remember being absolutely in awe of how handsome Aladdin was, but also of the beauty of Princess Jasmine. They were the most attractive people I could ever imagine existing.
When I was 10 my mom gave me an American Girl book all about puberty and the female body. I only read through the whole thing once, but I left it close to my bed because of the one page I looked at nearly everyday.
It was one of the sections of the book on bodily changes throughout puberty– body hair, periods, etc. At the bottom of was a picture of several girls in front of a mirror, completely naked, to illustrate the different sizes and shapes of breasts. I was absolutely fascinated by these girls: the soft curves of their hips, their round and full breasts, the way their thighs came together. Despite their cartoonish nature, this was the closest I’d come to seeing a grown girl’s body. It was foreign and beautiful to me.
Somehow, I knew this wasn’t normal, so I always hid the book after I was done in case mom asked why I still had it.
When I was 12 I found my self distracted in classroom discussion circles looking at girls chests and lips and thighs. Every time I caught myself I’d immediately look down at my lap and blush. I’d learned by now that it wasn’t normal for girls to look at other girls like that, what it meant to be gay. But I’d eventually find my eyes wandering again, my thoughts focused on how beautiful one of my female classmates was.
I remember walking down the hallway one day mentally reciting “you can’t be a lesbian, you like boys… every girl must look at each other like this.”
When I was 13 one of the girls that I clung to during PE (because they were just as repulsed by physical exertion as I was) told us she was bisexual. This was the first time I’d been told someone could be attracted to boys and girls at the same time. It was confusing and enlightening at the same time.
I remember she put her arms around my shoulders once, during badminton week, her face inches from mine. It made me nervous, but in a way that I’d never felt before. My stomach had dropped, and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t like the fear I’d felt from scary movies and my dad yelling at me, but it wasn’t quite like when I felt exhilarated from riding a rollercoaster or binging on sugar with my friends… it was something in between, and entirely new.
I’d told my mom about it and she immediately wanted to call the principal and make sure the girl didn’t touch me like that again. That scared me, her reacting like that. I started acting repulsed by the girl afterwards, telling my friends she had flirted with me even though I wasn’t entirely sure she had, how weird it was and how weird she was.
Looking back, I probably wish that she had been flirting with me.
When I was 14 I was acquainted with the first queer couple I’d ever met. They were in theatre with me, and I’d been wanting them to start dating for months. At this point I’d stopped acting weirded out by gay people and claiming that bisexual people were “selfish and should just pick a side already.” I openly showed my support for gay people, citing my theatre friends of examples of how “normal” they could be.
I walked in on the couple in the dressing room one rehearsal, shocked to see them making out. I stood in the doorway a moment, then walked out without either of them seeing me.
I thought about their kiss for the whole day, wondering how their relationship worked, what it was like to date someone of the same gender as you. I was dating a boy at the time, my first boyfriend and the one that would create fear and an inability to trust for my entire high school career when he started abusing me. I wondered if this couple’s relationship could be anything like ours.
When I was 15 I joined Tumblr. I’d just moved from Michigan to Alabama, had my heart broken by my abusive boyfriend furthering the pain he was inflicting by cheating on me, and was just beginning to realize that I had an eating disorder with no idea how to feel about it or whether or not I wanted it to go away.Tumblr became a place for me to escape all this into “fandoms” and “fitblrs” and personal posts from strangers I didn’t know but whose lives intrigued me. It was on Tumblr that I first encountered the word “pansexual.” I was 16.
I was intrigued and slightly obsessed with the concept of it, pansexuality. I’d only just begun to learn about transgender and heard rumors of other genders outside of men and women, and being attracted to all of them or being “genderblind” seemed impossible, but incredible. I spent months randomly researching sexual orientation and transgender people before finally adopting the term as my own.
Though, it was only in my head that I claimed pansexuality as my own. I didn’t want to tell anyone… not because I was ashamed so much, I’d forgotten that stigma several years ago, but more because I was afraid that I only wanted to be pansexual, not that I actually was.
After all, if only ever been in relationships with boys at that point. How could I know if I was actually attracted to other genders if I’d never dated them?
When I was 17 I got my first crush on a girl. I didn’t recognize that that was my motive at the time, but I was constantly staring at her in the two classes we shared, payed special attention when she spoke, and the day she announced that she had a Tumblr I made it my goal to be a part of her life.
By winter we were best friends. By summer I’d begun to realize the extent of my feelings for her. The first time I got drunk at 19 I blurted out that I thought about making out with her all the time. I told her how I felt at 20, 3 years of pining later.
She told me she didn’t feel the same.
When I was 18 and in my first year of college, I binge watched all of Laci Green’s videos on YouTube, deciding that it was time I figured out how my body and how sex worked. Through her I found not only the courage to masturbate for the first time, but my first confrontation with “third genders.”
I obsessively studied nonbinary genders, claiming to just be interested in them, giving speeches and presentations on them for class, messaging nonbinary people to ask about their experiences. I came to accept that I identified with this term the summer of my sophomore year of college.
When I was 18 I also came out to my dad. I’d already come out to my close friends, sisters, and mother at this point– all giving me generally positive responses. This was not the case with my dad.
We were fighting in the kitchen, something that had become a regular thing since I’d started expressing my feminist and liberal beliefs. He was making homophobic comments and I guess I must of have been very clearly upset by this, because he asked, “do you have a problem with that?”
To which I responded, “Yeah, because I like girls, dad!”
My outburst led to two and a half years of him telling me that my identity was fake, a scheme to get attention, that all I believed was a result of my being brainwashed at college and my own self delusion. The full force my panic, bipolar disorder, and depression came out during this time. The first time I thought of killing myself was when he threatened to kick me out and cut me off from my sisters if I didn’t stop with this “feminazi LGBT bullshit.”
When I was 19 I started dating one of my best friend from high school– a boy, but pansexual like myself, I felt like this was the first queer relationship I’d been in.
He told me he didn’t want a monogamous relationship, that he identified as polyamorous– which I knew because this was one of the reasons his last relationships hadn’t worked out. Thinking I wouldn’t fall as desperately in love with him as I did, I agreed to an open relationship.
Two months into the relationship and much research and self reflection later, I’d come to accept that I was also polyamorous and I never wanted a monogamous relationship again.
When I was 20 a girl on Tumblr reblogged a set of selfies that I’d posted, exclaiming in the tags about how handsome I was. I took one look at her blog, saw the profile picture of her staring directly at the camera with intense blue eyes and an expression impossible to read, and immediately followed and messaged her my thanks.
We started messaging frequently, talking about such expansive and random things, things I’d never talked about with anyone. Soon we were messaging everyday and I began to realize how hard I was falling. I wanted her, I wanted her so badly.
I hadn’t had a crush on a girl that’d worked out in my favor and I was constantly pining for a girlfriend. I loved my boyfriend, I was still attracted to men and non-feminine genders, but I felt not only “too straight” to be queer at that point, but also like I was missing some sort of affection in my life that only a feminine partner could fill. And I was beginning to wonder if this girl was the person who could finally end my wanting.
The only problem with this girl was that she lived an ocean away from me, in Denmark to be specific. But my feelings became so strong that I couldn’t just be silent anymore: I told her I liked her.
She said she felt the same.
Today, March 2nd, 2017, Hayley Kiyoko released the music video for her single “Sleepover.” It wrecked me.
Hayley has become someone that I not only admire, but someone who makes me feel so validated in who I am. A mixed, Japanese American, queer girl in love with art and comfy clothing. Before Hayley, I’d never felt like there was anyone in the media who was even remotely like me. With great music and a connection I’d never felt in any other celebrity before, I became an avid fan. So naturally, when the video for “Sleepover” was released it only took me minutes to find it on YouTube and watch.
The music video was so much more than I could have anticipated, actualizing all my experiences as a queer feminine person, admiring from a far, living in my head with my fantasies and no hope of ever being able to experience them in reality. With this video I was thrown back into all the years I spent confused and afraid of how I felt and who I was, all the girls I wanted to be with but knew they couldn’t work out, or didn’t work out even when I tried. And as melancholy as these thoughts were at first, it pushed me to the realization:
I love who I’ve become. I love that I’m queer.
And despite how grueling the process of it all has been, I wouldn’t trade all that heartache for a normal life if I could. I wouldn’t give it all up to be the straight girl with no struggles or worries about who she loved as I once believed I would. Even with the pain that it had brought, becoming queer has made me the person I am today.
And I love that person, even if there are still rough edges to be smoothed, I am finally unafraid of who I am.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary:Reader wants to eat the breakfast Chris has cooked for her, but he has other plans. Blame your too sexy denim shorts! Words Count: 1.7k Genre: NSFW/SMUT Warning:Long detailed oral sex (female receiving).
Gifs used below aren’t mine,
credit to the rightful owners.
Freshly out of your morning shower, you finished adding the last touches to your light makeup after you had gotten dressed in your favorite denim shorts and a white cotton blouse.
Walking in the kitchen, you followed the smell of the pancakes and fresh fruits that Chris had cooked, accompanied by the exotic effluvia of hot coffee. You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend too busy to notice your presence as his back was turned to you, humming the slow melody of a song you both loved.
You walked up to him and folded your arms around his broad chest, wrapped by his Henley shirt, planting a longing and loving kiss at the back of his neck as he smiled widely.
“Hmm, what did I do so special for you to cook this morning?” You murmured.
“You came into my life,” Chris accompanied your mocking laugh and you moved your body to rest against the counter, standing next to him.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about our trip to Boston next week and…” you trailed off, noticing Chris’ baby blue gaze remaining locked on your frame. “What, you don’t like the outfit?“ You interrogated, checking out, yet he didn’t answer and kept looking at you.
His gaze was so ardent that you almost forgot how to breathe properly. Every time your man laid his eyes on you with such fierce, you felt the desire rising inside.
Your boyfriend eventually looked up at your blown eyes, licking his full lips and you could see his pupils dilating slowly as he drank in the view from his orbs like he had been in the desert for long days of a burning hot summer.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Chris and Reader attend the Academy Awards together as a couple. At the Oscars after party, Chris surprisingly wants to leave sooner because he wants to have some quality time alone with his girlfriend. - Worst summary ever written, sorry! Words Count: 2.9k Genre: NSFW/SMUT - 18+ Warnings: Smutty gifs, dirty talking, slight Dom!Chris, lots of hickeys or love bites, oral sex (both receiving - 69), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, multiple orgasms and rough unprotected sex. [It wouldn’t be a shock if you wrapped your cock!] Author’sNote: It can be read as a continuation of Halftime Show*. Also, the “baby girl” pet name is mentioned, but it’s not linked to a Daddy kink in this fic.
Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.
The Oscars, the greatest, most
prestigious and most glamorous ceremony of all, gathered actors, directors,
producers, costume designers and every hidden worker in the cinematographic
industry for a moment of celebration of their art. Like every year since the
ceremony that had awarded Cate Blanchett or Daniel Day Lewis, you stood by Chris’
sides and attended the shows with him for a moment of joy, creating happy
This year’s ceremony - which weren’t
such a catastrophe - nothing changed between the dozens of photographers
yelling out your boyfriend’s name, to the many laughs thanks to the host and
the dinner held by the Academy, it was a blast and there you were enjoying the
after party with Chris and some of his friends.
Even if you weren’t working in this
environment quite tough, you were always enchanted to meet more people working
behind the scenes of a movie that worked so well. The Vanity Fair Oscar parties
represented moments of different encounters, sometimes either awkward or very
interesting, but what you enjoyed most was having Chris next to you and telling
you how much you looked gorgeous, wanting to introduce you to everyone he knew
Standing next to the bar with him in
your sophisticated gown, your red lipstick outrageously showed off as you
carried a flute of champagne close to your mouth and you noticed the way his
beautiful blue eyes lingered on your lips and how his eyebrow raised so lustfully
each time, your body would brush past him. The late evening consisted of quite
sexy exchanged glances, stealing kisses and soft skin contacts that drove him
crazy the whole time.
As you shared a conversation with
him through the unbearably erotic and debauched jazz music playing in the
background, the sexual tension and frustration between you could be seen as
thick smoke from miles around. His body language told how much he only wanted
to take you, pinning you down and make you forget your name until you would
quiver and scream your bliss beneath him.
“Honey, are you even listening
to me?” You chuckled; laying a hand on Chris’ arm and his eyes followed
every detail of your skin, the way your white teeth brightened even more with
your red lipstick as a smile graced your lips. “You know, it’s rude to
stare at people… even when you love them.”
“Sorry, what did you say? I was
too busy mentally undressing you,” your boyfriend winked slowly, a hand
finding his pocket and you gulped, as you secured a lock of your hair behind
your ear and he smirked, swallowing some more of his pale ale alcohol liquid.
“You might want to see what
happens to be under this gown. Trust me.” Voice deep and sensual, you
played along his seductive game and held the flute of champagne inches away
from your lips. Chris arched an eyebrow, his palm reaching for the small of
your back and his lips fanned to your ear, making you swoon already.
“Maybe I’ll find out sooner
than you think,” he murmured a promise so huskily, offering his special
smug smile he only used behind closed doors and your decision was made as his
lips grazed behind your earlobe discreetly.
Children’s movies are no place for promoting a harmful sexual political agenda, one that offends the deeply held beliefs of countless parents and families.
I pledge to boycott both the Beauty and the Beast movie, and other Disney films and products, until such a time as Disney commits itself to protecting, not harming, the innocence of our children.
-From the above image
A harmful sexual, political agenda? Really? You do realise that regardless of a film’s content there is bound to be at least one LGBTQ+ person in the audience, whether out or closeted. And guess what that mean? There are gay children. Shocking right? Children can be gay, who knew? It’s almost as if people can be born black, or Hispanic, or white, or any other race. Children can also be born with any sexual orientation or gender identity.
I feel terribly sorry for the LGBTQ+ children of these countless parents and families. For these are the types of people who will refuse to validate you for your sexual orientation and/or gender identity if you aren’t a heterosexual cisgendered person, it seems. I am also terribly sorry that my pansexuality offends people who don’t even know me and my existence bears no impact on their life. It must be such a burden to feel offended by me at all times.
This film is about a woman and a beast-man. It details the romantic relationship between a man and woman, as they grow to see each other beyond appearances and stereotypes. It deeply baffles me how the sexual orientation of secondary characters can offend you so greatly. Your marriage isn’t at risk, you’re children won’t turn gay, your crops won’t wither, and the sky won’t fall. They are fictional characters who provide representation to a community highly underrepresented in the media, and often misrepresented when represented at all.
I guess, in short, I’d like to say that I pledge to watch this film as many times as I damn-well please. I will throw all my money at this film and others with equally gay, or gayer, messages [And you can bet your ass I’ll be going to see the magnificently gay Lego Batman Movie again]. I pledge to do this because I also pledge to protect children. I pledge to be someone LGBTQ+ children can turn to their time of need, to be a voice for those silenced by bigoted family members, to be an advocate for LGBTQ+ representation, and I pledge to promote love and acceptance to any child who is perceived to be different in any way. Above all else, I pledge to promote love instead of hate.
And if fighting your ignorance and intolerance means that I have to keep bringing on the gay, then I will. Because no one deserves to feel ostracised, especially not by their own parent.
Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀
They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.
I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,
She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.
Rumors started because a tabloid published they were together after Mila went with Danny to the premiere of one of Ashton’s movies, ‘Just Married’. They were holding hands on some of the press pictures:
And while I understand some people take this as OH THEY ARE DATING, well– No. We sexualize every human touch so much we take some people holding hands as being intimate in a romantic way. But Danny was dating someone and so was she, and even with all his crap, he has always show certain respect for his couple. So I don’t believe this means anything.
I understand some people don’t hold their loved ones’ hands if they aren’t sexually together, but not everyone is like that. I do hold hands with my friends, male and female, and my brother, and my mom, and my nices and nephews. So honestly? Some respect to the actors that gave us such an amazing fictional couple to care about, would be great.
Not just that, but Danny Masterson is a very touchy and handsy man. So really, don’t take it so serious.
Now, another thing I understand is that people may think something happened. But as long as they say no, I believe them and I respect them enough to not gossip about it, especially so many years after these things happened and she’s married to one of Danny’s best friends if not his best friend.
To finish, some cute facts about their friendship because they are adorable:
It is said he took her to her prom, (EDIT 11/03/2017: IT’S REAL! Mila said it herself: “He was my prom date too.”, source)
But other people say this information its flase, that in fact because of filming, she couldn’t make it to her prom, so the cast took her to a club instead and he was her ‘date’.
EDIT 11/03/2017: on Mila Kunis’ words, about going to clubs with Dan as her date: “[…] And Danny [Masterson] took me to my first club and bought me my first drink,” Kunis recalls. “He was my prom date too.” (source).
He was the one who told Ashton to kiss Mila, who had never kissed anyone at that point. Danny told him he would pay him 20 bucks if he did it. He did. EDIT: I’ve been told Danny told him to give her tongue in one of their early kisses in the show, and he would pay him. But Ashton didn’t do it.
That one time they appeared in MadTV in the CHiPS sketch with Wilmer Valderrama. His character spends half the episode flirting and touching Mila’s character. He grabs her boobs and her ass, and they just kind of roll with that (and she laughs about it, so). (source)
She participated in plenty of his Scientology acting events, there’s plenty of pictures of that, that are honest to god kind of cute.
During season 8 filming, she would still sit on his lap between takes and be with him most times. This was informed by peopel who went to the tapping of the episodes and suffered the season in live and direct.
They were very comfortable around the other, which make their on-screen relationship incredible. Their chemistry is something I feel added a lot to Jackie and Hyde’s relationship.
She said she felt Jackie became less shallow because of Steven.
He called her a ‘small russian fairy’ because she pretty as hell and well, she’s ukranian. The quote: “Mila is this awesome, really smart little Russian fairy.” (I haven’t found a source for it).
There’s lots of interviews with Danny happily saying Hyde became better around Jackie, because he is like the captain of the ship.
Added on 11/04/2017: I found that, while filming season 7, there was a special for the show that aired only in Canada. In it, Mila and Danny give their interviews together and spend most their time joking between them and saying things like, “I was like, look at all these cute guys!” “Me being the cutest” “Of course, Danny”. (source)
Added on 11/04/2017: From this same special, fans say Danny and Mila were smiling and talking to the other while in the background of a scene, and even after the director called ‘cut’, they kept like flirting between them and kissed a few times. This I don’t know how to take it, but… yeah. (source)
Danny answers lots of stuff on twitter. When asked how it was to kiss Mila he answered, “my work doesn’t suck” (source). He also bashes both, Kelso/Jackie and Fez/Jackie, and hate son season 8 every chance he gets because he bitter af like all of us. (source).
Added on 11/04/2017: He said Mila would totally guest star in The Ranch if he asked her nicely. (source). Which means they are still good friends. Makes sense since, like I said, Ashton is one of Danny’s best friend, if not his best friend.
If there was ever something more than friendship between them, which I don’t believe, they have decided to mantain it with themselves and we, as fans, must respect that and their personal lives. So, better not gossip about it.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader Rating: Teens and Up Summary: A pregnant Reader waits for Chris to come back home. WordsCount: 948 Genre: Fluff! Warnings: None.
Carrying your seven months baby bump
throughout your living room, you took a couple of lighted scented candles and
placed them on a corner of the low table, creating a cozy and romantic
atmosphere in your house.
As you finally sat on the sofa, getting
yourself comfortable, you enveloped a faux fur throw around you and smiled,
feeling your baby moving inside as you waited for Chris- your husband to come
He had been away for three weeks,
promoting a new movie all around the world while your only contacts were made
through late night phone calls and Skype.
Once the airplane had touched down,
Chris had called saying he was on his way from the airport and you quickly got
everything cleaned and settled to welcome him.
It was like a tradition between you,
every time your husband would leave for a while either to film or to promote
and after he would cross the threshold of your comfortable home, you would take
a day off and relax, cuddling and talking to each other.
Minutes passed with you all alone,
yet you didn’t worry as you knew Chris’ cab was probably stuck at the moment. The
constant traffic jam around Boston
had been irritating you since you’d moved into your new house.
As you wanted to distract you from
the excitement of seeing him again, you took your phone to blast some music,
placing a protective hand on your belly and you read a book with the same
loving smile that seemed to never leave your face.
Sleep weighed on your bones and your breaths slowly grew deeper as you
fluttered your eyes shut after a hard day that got you exhausted. Unaware, you
lied on the couch, waiting for the love of your life while your mind kept
showing the best moments of your long-term relationship with the actor.
You missed Chris hard, especially
with your condition as it was the first time- in months he’d been gone for so
long. He’d been present to every appointment and important stage of your
pregnancy; he had shared your smiles, tears of joy or frustration and kept
being adorable even when you weren’t in a usual good mood.
Your husband was more than happy
when you’d announced him you would be parents, he’d taken you in his arms and
spun you around, giggling like he was back at Disney World and when he’d put
you down, a meaningful passionate kiss found your lips.
The fact he was finally expecting a
first child brought a whole new perspective to his life and he thought he
couldn’t be happier.
The sound of keys and familiar light
steps had you awaken quickly, bringing an excited smile to your lips. Yet, you
stayed in place, deciding to fake you were asleep as your body fought hard to
not jump into Chris’ arms and hum his reassuring natural scent.
“I’m home, sweetheart!” Your
husband cried out, only to wince and curse under his breath as he spotted your
so beautifully ‘sleeping’ form and his suitcases were quick to fall on the
Chris knelt beside the sofa and ran
his fingers through your hair as he placed a longing kiss on your forehead and
the same mark of affection found your baby bump.
He brushed a hand over the fabric of
your top, murmuring how much he’d missed seeing his wife and future baby. At
this moment, you couldn’t erase the beam appearing on your face as he turned
his attention back to you and quirked an eyebrow.
“You’ve always been a bad
actress, Y/N. Open your eyes,” he whispered in your ear, chuckling, and
you only leaned to seal your lips with a first kiss in weeks that felt like the
first you had ever shared with him, delivering electrifying shivers to your
“I missed you so much, honey,”
you wrapped your arms around his neck, head resting on his shoulder and he
smiled, hearing your voice so close to his ears.
“I missed you too,” Chris
hugged you tighter, careful to let you breathe. “Both of you.”
His face nuzzled
into your neck, taking a deep breath in of your light fragrance that smelled
like home. You giggled lightly, feeling his beard ticking your skin and you showered
his shoulder- up to his jaw with kisses.
A quiet pause, like
time had stopped for your reunion and you kept embracing, reminding you of
every little detail of each other’s presence you had wanted to feel, hear or
“You seem tired and
tensed,” you looked at his face and rubbed your nose against his pointy
one, making him laugh. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable and I could give
you a massage… if our baby stops kicking mommy!”
“Yep, dad’s back.” He looked down,
laughing again. “Y/N, I’d rather lie in bed with you right now,” he
offered instead and you nodded your head, smiling. “All right!”
You squeaked and laughed as he placed
an arm under your legs and carried you in a bridal style upstairs- to your
bedroom where you both stretched on the mattress. He put his head on your
chest, rubbing your bump with smooth and gentle moves as if he was afraid to
hurt you or the baby.
“How do you feel?” You
“Better now, it’s good to be back
home.” Chris responded, listening to the steady melody of your heart.
“I’m not going anywhere, at least until the baby is here. I don’t want to
miss anything more.”
“I know,” you dragged your
hand through his hair and closed your eyes. “I love you, Chris.”