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Chris Evans Imagine: Sleepy Cuddles

Anon request for Chris being sleepy and vulnerable. You can’t resist him when he’s like this!

You were crouched on the kitchen floor and had your head inside one of the cupboards as you stacked up the freshly dishwashed saucepans. This didn’t stop you, however, from hearing the front door open and close, followed by the scurrying of four paws on the hardwood floors as Dodger ran to greet his favourite person in the whole universe.

Unusually, no greeting for you was forthcoming. Even more unusual was that Chris hadn’t come to find you, which he normally did when he got home, to tell you about his day, or to ask you about yours, or even just to give you a hello kiss. Slightly puzzled, you stood up straight, closed the cupboard door and went in search of your errant boyfriend.

Walking down the hall, you poked your head through the doors of the lounge and study to no avail. Eventually, you found him slumped in the middle of the sofa in the TV room, cap pulled down over his eyes, chin pressed against his chest and fingers absentmindedly running over Dodger’s belly where he’d rolled over next to Chris.

‘Hey sweetheart,’ you asked gently, taking in his lethargic form, 'Everything okay?’

A low rumble drifted out from under the cap, 'Mmhmm, just tired.’

'Anything I can do?’ you replied, 'You want something to eat? A drink? I put some bottles of beer in the ice box about half an hour ago?’

Chris just shook his head in silent reply and opened his arms in your direction, still not looking up.

You smiled to yourself and rolled your eyes fondly; he was such a baby when he was tired. Without a word you folded yourself into his arms and removed his cap before wrapping your own arms around his shoulders and tucking his head under your chin, cushioning it against your chest. Dodger was kind enough to move momentarily while you spread your legs out across Chris’ lap and over the length of the sofa before he settled back down in the world’s smallest gap between your knees and the back cushions of the chair, squeezing himself under Chris’ arm.

Chris sighed deeply, one hand sliding into the back pocket of your jeans and the other tangling itself in Dodger’s fur.

'Better?’ you asked, kissing the top of his head and breathing in his clean, masculine scent. You leaned forward slightly to look at his face for a second and saw that his eyes, although closed, were puffy and tinged purple from exhaustion.

'A million times,’ he replied quietly, turning his head fractionally to leave a soft, tingling kiss on your collar bone, 'Love you, pumpkin.’

'Love you too, sweetheart.’


Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Chris Evans x Reader

Request:  Hi, can you write a one-shot where the reader is married to Chris with childs and one day she read an article saying that Chris and Hayley have an affair ( but it’s not true ) and the reader is afraid that it might be true but Chris reassure her ? Thank you :-)

A/n: Now that my laptop is back in working condition, I can finally write again lol

Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Hurt/Comfort

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Slight Angst, Depressive Themes, False Accusations of Cheating

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

Managing life was hard. There were so many things that you had to do in order to keep your life going. Go to school, pay the bills, find a lover. At least, when mother told you to. It was a roller coaster of missed chances and open doors that made life seem like a stormy ocean rocking your boat back and forth until you got sick. However, there were moments in life that made it seem grand. Like nothing could hurt you at all. 

That’s what it felt like when you met Chris Evans. 

The sun filled the room of the diner he had sat in, catching his cerulean eyes in a way that made them seem not blue at all, but a sky within skies. A blue ray within golden suns. His hair had shined like a blonde waterfall, falling back upon his shoulders as his hands had held the coffee cup. In that moment, you felt that God had lowered an angel on the Earth. 

An angel that had caught you staring at him with such an awestruck expression that he couldn’t help but smile at you and give a soft nod. 

Of course, the feeling didn’t last forever, but you made sure to sit in a spot where you could look at him without getting caught once more. He was beautiful, gorgeous, nothing could compare to him. No, not even the most precious gemstone in the world could compete with his radiance. When the waitress had given you a cup of coffee that you didn’t ask for, her cranky voice had told you. 

“Young man over there bought it for you. Enjoy.”

You noticed that underneath the coffee cup, a slip of paper was beneath it. Your heart had skipped a beat. 

‘Name’s Chris. Wanna come sit with me?’

You had smiled, feeling as if you were in elementary school passing notes to the cute boy in the class. His blue eyes met yours the moment you looked up, and you grabbed your glass, walked over, and sat down. Immediately, his hand came up to shake yours. 

“My name is Chris…though you already knew that.”

You had giggled and shook his hand. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chris. I’m (Y/n).”

And that was the beginning of a new chapter; the opening of a new door within the premises of Life.

The years between you and Chris had passed like no other. You two had dated for about three years before he finally popped the question. You never hesitated on saying ‘yes’. How could you? He was everything you could have ever wanted, and everything you could have ever needed. It wasn’t until another four years later that you became pregnant with your first child, (Name).

It had been a bumpy road, but a road that you both drove on nonetheless. They were your whole world, and nothing could compare to (Name). At least, when Chris wasn’t involved. In the long run, you wouldn’t give up Chris or (Name) for anything. 

When Chris began his new acting project for Captain America: The First Avenger, that was when things really started to look up. The man was excited, but nervous about the role he had been given. He even stayed up late some nights just reading the comics to make sure he would get Steve Roger’s character right! 

But, with great success came great difficulty. You had never met any of his coworkers, but knew that there was a woman named Hayley Atwell that worked with Chris. She was beautiful. Gorgeous, even. She was a specimen of God that seemed to belong within the forties era style that she had been put into. It hadn’t been long before the rumors started. 

Chris was a faithful man. He had never strayed from you, but when your mind became low, and your self-esteem wandered, it was hard to not become worried or stress over such things as this. He may have been your husband and the father of your child, but that didn’t mean he still couldn’t wander. 

Currently, you were online, reading an article of Chris and Hayley, stating that Chris was having an affair with the woman. However, that couldn’t be. He wouldn’t hurt you like that. He wasn’t like that.

Was he?


You jolted, shutting the laptop within your fear, spinning and giving a deep breath of relief. 

“Oh, good Lord, Chris! You scared me half to death!”

Chris giggled lightly before asking you, tilting his head. 

“What were you looking at?”

You felt yourself freeze up. Could you show him? Should you show him? What if he got angry or upset? Deciding against lying to Chris, you opened the laptop and turned it to where Chris could see it. His eyes darted across the page, eyebrows furrowing with each line he read. He turned his head to you, eyes seeming shocked and somewhat hurt. 

“You don’t believe this, do you?”

“Of course not. It’s just…I can’t help but wonder if you wander. She’s a beautiful lady. I’m just…me.”

“(Y/n), that why I love you and only want to be with you.”

You looked at him with shock, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Chris closed the laptop before taking your hands within his own, saying. 

“You are you, even with the things you have and the places you can go within a heartbeat. You still stay true to yourself, and that’s something I find amazing. You are kind, you are hardworking, you are loving and for fuck’s sake, you’re the mother of our child. How can I not love someone as perfect and beautiful as you?”

You felt yourself tear up a bit, blushing all the while. Chris kissed your hands, saying. 

“There was a reason I married you, (Y/n). I refuse to let someone so good and perfect and gorgeous as you slip away between my fingers.”

You smiled and he leaned forward, his arms wrapping around you. If there was something you could compare home to, it would be in Chris’s arms. You whispered to him, leaning back and letting your forehead rest against his. 

“You’re amazing, Chris. I love you.”

“Only for you, baby. Of course, I love you too.”

You both chuckled before he kissed you softly, saying afterwards. 

“Come on, let’s get to bed. I’m beat after today’s shenanigans.”

You chuckled before watching Chris get into the bed with you, wrapping each other up in a warm, sleepy embrace, and letting the day fall into a memory.


anonymous asked:

Chris x MC buying stuff for new apartment!

Thanks for the prompt, Nonny! Hope you like this!


Saturdays at Bed, Bath, and Beyond probably weren’t most people’s idea of a good time, but Maggie has to admit that it’s an awful lot of fun shopping for for her and Chris’s new apartment. 

After two years of living in the suite and practically sharing a room during sophomore year, Chris and Maggie had decided to find a place of their own. Maggie already missed girl time with Kaitlyn and Abbie and late night video games with Tyler and Zack, but being to actually live with Chris and just Chris had been amazing so far. 

As they wander around the store, picking out dishes and cutlery, Maggie can tell that while she’s having a good time, Chris is starting to get a little bit bored. 

“I can finish this up if you want to go over to the sporting goods store next door, Chris,” Maggie offers. 

“Nah, I’m good, Mags,” Chris smiles at her, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Chris, really, it’s okay.”

“Well, if you’re…oh my god…” Chris trails off. His eyes drift away from Maggie and she follows his gaze. 

“They have an “As Seen on TV” section!” Chris practically shouts.

“Wow, you are really excited right now,” Maggie says, laughing at Chris’s obvious glee. 

“Uh, yeah! This stuff is awesome!” 

“Okay, if you say so. Do you wanna hang here while I get some towels for the bathroom?” Maggie asks.

“Sounds good,” Chris calls over his shoulder, already heading toward the display. 

A few minutes later, Maggie carries an armful of white and gray towels back and stops short when she sees Chris. 

“Chris, what on earth..?”

The cart is nearly full of a variety of ridiculous As-Seen-On-TV items.

“I found awesome stuff for our place!” Chris says excitedly.

“Chris, babe,” Maggie says as she places the towels in the one empty corner of the cart, “we don’t need any of this…”

“Sure we do!” 

“Really? We need this…” Maggie picks up an item and looks at the label, “Super Ninja Karate Chopper?”

“For cutting food up!”

“That’s why we bought the knives.”

Chris begrudgingly puts the chopper back on the shelf. “Fine, but we definitely need this,” Chris says as he holds up a small plastic pan, “You can cook ramen in half the time, Maggie! HALF THE TIME!”

“Chris,” Maggie laughs and shakes her head at his excitement, “ramen takes like 3 minutes! And I thought now that we have our own apartment, we could start cooking actual food like grownups.” 

“You’re too logical for your own good, Maggie,” Chris says with a sigh as he puts the ramen cooker back. 

“Check this one out,” he says pulling another item out of the cart, “it’s a cup that stirs the chocolate milk for you!”

“Chris, babe” Maggie takes the cup out of his hand, “spoons.” 

Chris sticks his tongue out at her and then smiles. 

“Okay, last one and it’s awesome! It’s a pillow that wraps around you and cuddles you as sleep!” Chris demonstrates by draping the pillow over his shoulders and neck. 

“Well,” Maggie says as she lifts the pillow off of him and puts it back, “we definitely don’t need that.”

“Come on! Why not? It’s so cozy.”

“We don’t need it because if anything is going to be cuddling in you bed,” Maggie slips her arms around Chris’s broad shoulders, “it’s gonna be me.” She lifts up on her tiptoes and kisses him and Chris immediately puts his arms around her and holds her close for a long moment.

“Hmmm,” Chris says after he lets her go, “come to think of it you are definitely more attractive than that pillow.”

“Um, thanks, I guess?” Maggie says skeptically. 

Chris laughs and kisses her scrunched up nose. 

“Can I at least keep the Shamwow?”

[WIP] weak for sweets - part 2

Sweets shop AU: Pastry chef Miyuki and chocolatier Chris run a small shop together. Eijun, just moved to Tokyo, is their most enthusiastic and most frequent customer. | Part 1 |

Part 2: Kuramochi deals with the new Noisy Neighbor.

3461 words, people!! Kuramochi, when did you take over my heart. Scribbles for tattoos because I am lazy.

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28. Part 2

Originally posted by arielcalypso

Watching Chris outside with Royalty, we haven’t spoken and I feel like shit. I don’t think Chris is possessive, he gets insecure with me and likes to keep me close but he’s not crazy and I know I can work him. Taking in a deep breath, maybe it’s me because I can work Chris because he does listen to me. Maybe I have let Chris be like this with me and stayed quiet and take it, I know with Chris he adores me so much and will do anything for me. He has changed my life so much and for the better, he showed me that not all men are there to kill me just because I say no. He loved a broken woman, shaking my head I know he’s not like that at all but he needs to stop this. I need to take control of this situation that is based around me, I make him go crazy I guess. I love him so much so him talking to me the way he does, for him to look at me in anger hurts me. Biting my top lip feeling the tears fill up on the rim of my eyes, I don’t like this at all “play water Lee” Royalty grabbed my hand, smiling at her “no baby, I can’t get my hair wet” I want to cry so I don’t think so “let’s play Lee!!” she pulled me forward “no, you go and play. I got to go and cook” walking backwards, I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I haven’t felt like this in so long.

Pressing my phone to my ear closing the bedroom door, I just want to speak to my mom for a while. I hope she can make me feel better somehow “my daughter actually has time for me, my baby girl, how are you?” pulling a face “mom, I always have time for you so stop saying that. I always call you too, dramatic ass” my mom laughed down the phone “ok, ok. I miss you though, I am good just in bed still. Your brother is also laying on me, he won’t leave me alone” I miss my family and I only just saw them “I hope you are speaking about Kyrie and not Nathan’ grown ass?” he would squash my mother “oh no never but, how are you?” blowing out air “I am ok, just thinking” I dragged out “about? How is Christopher?” rolling my eyes, he is my main issue in my life “he’s fine, just being him. Mom you know in your relationship, was dad ever insecure with you or vice versa?” I need some answers “like if you had male friends was dad ok with that?” my mom let out a little laugh “he didn’t like men talking to me, in his eyes I am his. He is the same now, you have seen what Harvey is like with me. He shows me he cares like this but I am used to it now” so she has accepted this “so you have accepted dad this way?” I am confused “eventually yes but look how long we have been together, I let him rant and I ignore him. I let him tell me how much he hates things but when it comes to it I am the one to tell him it’s my way. You got to remember he loves me and I love him, he has issues in everything but I don’t and you are like me. I see Chris and you are just like Harvey and I” I am not going to tell my mom anything else “I see, relationships are terrible” I wish I never got into one now because this is so much heartache.

Staring at Kyrie’ message to me, I haven’t answered him but I am about too now ‘I will speak to him about that but he is not possessive, we ae very much in love’ pressing send, I don’t want anybody thinking we are broken because we aren’t. But Chris seems to want people to know we are after telling me off in front of people today. The bedroom door opened, looking up from my phone “I need to go to the studio” of course he does, I mean why not “I want to talk to you” locking my phone “I need to go” he said, getting up from my bed “I come first Chris, I am your future! You pick either the studio or me? What is it? I am not having this. I am not going to feel like I use to do, I am not going to be treated like this, you are going to speak to me and you are going to stay here and put Royalty to sleep” I don’t even want to speak to Chris like this but I have no choice “do you even love me anymore? You are looking at me like I mean nothing to you” Royalty grabbed Chris’ legs “I do, Rylee please don’t cry I’ll stay” hitting his chest walking off, I just can’t stand to feel like this and then he looks like at me like I am shit.

This place feels horrible, maybe because I feel it. Kyrie did message me back saying it’s just the way Chris attacked him for nothing, I saw the messages on his pictures and it’s rude as fuck and pathetic that he has done that ‘Look Kyrie I am sorry for what Chris did, I will speak to him. I think he felt offended that you posted a picture of you and I from uni, it meant nothing but that is it. I do really love Chris so much’ pressing send and then locking my phone. I feel like such a pushover that I am allowing another man to do this to me, I am going to stand my ground. My mom had too and maybe I need too but I don’t understand why I have become so weak with Chris, maybe falling in love did it to me because at one point I hated Chris until he picked at my heart and now he has turned to this. Looking at the duffle bag, I think I am just going to go to a hotel. I mean if he lets me go and I will also give his ring back, I am probably going to cry but I can’t feel like this anymore.

I put my hair in a bun because I don’t need my hair in the way while I am going to cuss Chris out, I didn’t put any make up on either. Just gold hoop earrings, white tee and jeans with heels on. I hope I don’t end up wanting to throw my heels at him, anyways let me get on with this. Picking up my Duffle bag and making my way over to the bedroom door, unlocking the door and dragging it open. I need to be a hard-faced bitch, bitch mode Rylee needs to come back. Fuck the weak shit, fuck love and fuck his attitude with me. I can do this, walking down the hall. I can hear Chris telling Royalty goodnight, my heels clicking away on the flooring. I was going to poke my head around the door but no, I think I am just going to walk my ass out of this place. Walking down the steps, I did cook but he can clean that damn mess because fuck him. Reaching the bottom of the steps, I just need to find the key to the Range because I am taking my damn car “Rylee!?” Chris half shouted, turning my head and looking up the stairs “what are you doing!? Where are you going!?” turning back around and opening the drawer “going to a hotel, if you want to speak to me then get down now” shifting around the keys, bingo. Slamming the drawer shut, turning around I let out a gasp as Chris is all up in my face. I feel my mind calling me weak bitch but not this time “you’re not going anywhere” walking around Chris, throwing my bag on the kitchen counter “then let’s talk” my heart is aching.

Sitting back on the couch, crossing my left leg over my right I couldn’t help but laugh a little “what’s funny?” he is all serious now, I am about ready to leave “you’re leaving me and you’re laughing?” I shrugged smiling still “what do you want me to do? Cry?” pulling the engagement ring off, placing it to the side of me “you’re going to speak to the girl you met the first time” I can see the fear in his eyes, for once I can see it “don’t you get bored of this? We are forever having this conversation where you think I am with another man, sucks don’t it? Sucks when Rylee wouldn’t look after your daughter, sucks when I made food for her and not you. Sucks when I wouldn’t let you leave the home, you know when I leave this home your life will go back to how it was. See Royalty for an hour or two, be overshadowed by your mom, your friends looking at you for a party. Getting your dick sucked by some girl that will sell the story on BallerAlert, you will go back to not feeling things and going back to a life without being loved. Don’t get me wrong I will suffer, I will but I have been through too much shit to let this overshadow my life, I will cry and get over it. It will be jokes on me actually just because people warned me, stupid Rylee. Again” I sighed out.

Chris is so silent “I don’t want to hear the I act out shit, I act out because of the I get insecure shit. You being insecure wouldn’t make you treat me like shit just because I said that about Kyrie! That is bullshit Chris and you know it, how fucking dare you talk to me the way you did in front of them bitches. I looked pathetic and you probably got a kick out of it, you have this new found attitude towards me like I am like one of your little bitches that you dated but nope” shaking my head “I don’t want you to leave Rylee” he mumbled “but you also don’t want me to have male friends? You actually got your friends to be mean to a guy you don’t know? You look stupid, I won’t have that” he thought I wouldn’t know “so you message him?” he questioned, nodding my head “I do, we talked like friends do. He said why do I always attract the possessive guys, the way you act looks crazy but you don’t see it at all. I won’t stay Chris to be treated like shit because I have more self-worth even though I love you but I can’t” Chris placed his hands together “please don’t leave me, I beg you I will do better. Please put the ring back on” he begged, shaking my head “no, this ring makes you feel like you own me” Chris looked at me in shock “no, that is a sign of my love. Please don’t leave me, he is just talking stupid that guy!” Chris spat “telling me your friends calling him gay is stupid!?” Chris went silent.

Shuffling off the couch a little “I am going to let you think on this Chris” Chris’ mouth fell open “listen to me! I am going to go to a hotel tonight, you need to think on what you want. Do you really want me as a wife or not, can you really trust me which hurts me so much to know this” I need to not get emotional “I just need some space ok? Some space away from you, we need to breathe and think. I want you to think on what you want because I do, I know what I want. I want you to accept that Rylee will have friends, Rylee will be working too. I want you to think if you want this and if you want me, if you don’t then at least we didn’t get married and realise this. If you want me then I deserve respect Chris” getting up from the couch “I love you Rylee, babe please” Chris was about to grab my arm but I pulled it away from him “I never doubt your love Chris but you doubt mine” grabbing my duffle bag as I walked away.

Chris ran ahead of me and stood in the front door, I didn’t expect anything less from him “I can’t let you go, you’re just running away like they all do. Just sit down and we will talk just please don’t go, I am sorry I swore at you and said those things to you I just don’t think” looking down to the ground laughing “right, so now you will let me go so you can go and think. Get out of my way now please” Chris shook his head “why are you doing this Rylee! Fuck, just let me speak to you on this. I will let you work” placing my hand on his chest as he walked closer to me “no, I am not staying. You are saying things to make me stay, this is hurting me more than you right now. I am not staying here to hear what I want to hear, maybe you fell in love with my looks and not me. If you love me the way you say you do then you will move and let me go” Chris’ eyes glistened, his nostrils flared “fine” seeing the tear fall before he walked by me letting me go.

every scene was a sign (we made out through their meaning)


Eva forgets her notecards at Chris’s place and he has to bring them to her. In class.


Chris and Eva don’t have sex but do eat waffles.

Eva and Chris had reached an understanding in the past few months. They would fool around with whoever they wanted at parties, but they ended up together most nights. Chris tried not to think too hard about this arrangement.

Except tonight Chris couldn’t go to Eva’s because her mother was home. Which usually wouldn’t be a problem (Eva had been spending a lot of nights at Noora’s lately). But Eva had a history presentation due the next day and refused to come over.


come onn

you haven’t touched my dick in two days

chris stop you know i can’t

if i don’t get a b on this project I’m dead

just come. ill help you.

HA. right okay

I’m serious. no sex until you’re finished.

Eva doesn’t reply for 10 minutes and Chris is about to call her when she finally answers.


Chris smiles in triumph then feels strange. There are at least twelve girls he could have called to come over tonight. And he wouldn’t have had to help them with any homework. But Eva is better at sex than them (or maybe just better at sex with him).

Fifteen minutes later Eva is knocking on his door. He lets her in and goes to kiss her but she ducks under his arm.

“No kissing. I was serious, Chris.”

Chris follows her to his room as she dumps her backpack and a laptop on his bed. She’s in shorts and a large t-shirt and Chris smiles at the pile of hair secured on top her head with a scrunchy.

Eva follows his eyes as she’s plugging in her charger and frowns.

“Don’t say a word. I’ve been working on this project for hours,” She says as if he hasn’t seen her looking worse than this.

Chris holds up his hands in surrender.

They spend the next three hours working on Eva’s presentation. Eva types and researches and sighs and Chris copies notecards and plays with her hair (which he has long since tugged out of it’s bun).

At 2 am, Eva pushes her computer away and buries her face in her hands. Chris takes this as a sign to go make tea.

While he’s in the kitchen, Chris catches sight of the waffle maker and shrugs. He could eat and Eva probably could too.

A few minutes later, Chris places two mugs of steaming tea and two waffles with syrup and whipped cream onto a tray. As he walks back into his room, Eva’s eyes light up.

“Are those waffles? I love you right now,” Eva hastily shoves her laptop asides and smacks a kiss on his lips as he sets the tray down.

Oblivious to his discomfort, Eva eats a forkful of whipped cream and Chris’s chest tightens.

Eva has never tried to make this anything more than casual but he’s just had a moment of realization. This is what Iben wanted from him. Their worst fight was always that Iben didn’t feel like they were actually dating and Chris didn’t know what she was talking about. He kissed Iben in public and had sex with her and sometimes ate meals with her but he had never helped her with her homework. Or made her waffles.

Chris doesn’t want to think about what this means because he knows he can’t do relationships. And he doesn’t want to. Monogamy doesn’t suit him.

Eva has now finished her waffle and is staring at him. When Chris finishes chewing his last bite, she climbs into his lap. He groans as Eva begins kissing her way down his neck and lies back. A notecard crumples under him.

“Eva,” It comes out more as a moan than anything else.

“Hmm,” She’s reached his chest now and begins pulling his shirt up.

Hating himself, Chris pulls her head up.

“Eva, you have work to do.”

She stares at him in disbelief for a moment.

“When did you get so responsible?”

“When I decided I’d rather you graduate high school and move out of your mom’s,” Chris says dryly.

Eva pouts but pulls her laptop back towards her. She does stay on his lap though and Chris is proud to say that he’s only a little distracting.

Just as Chris’s eyes are drifting shut, Eva closes her laptop with a sigh.

“Done. Finally. Now where were we?” Eva turns to him with a flirtatious smile but Chris can see the dark circles under her eyes.

“Eva, you’re exhausted,” he says, checking his phone, “and you have to be up in three hours. Sleep.”

Once again, Eva stares at him in surprise. Chris feels uncomfortable both at the implication that he only wants her for sex and at the fact that he doesn’t.

Nodding, she rises to turn off the lights.


Eva burrows in his blankets and curls into his chest. There might usually be sex first, but they have practice at spending the night together.

Chris is asleep before he has time to panic.


Chris wakes up briefly when Eva’s alarm goes off and watches her rush to throw things into her bag and get changed. As she pulls a plastic baggie with a toothbrush out, he wonders why she doesn’t just leave it here. In another jolt of clarity, Chris realizes that Eva shouldn’t be here so often that she needs to keep a toothbrush at his house and he clamps his mouth shut.

Eva toes into her shoes and picks up her backpack.

“I think I have one of those granola bars you like left. Good luck,” Chris mumbles as she’s walking out the door.

“Thanks. You don’t have classes today, right? I’ll be over after school.”
Chris rolls over, falling asleep again to the thought of Eva in his bed again in just a few hours.


When Chris wakes up again, it’s noon and he feels considerably more alive. He spends some time responding to his texts and notifications until his stomach grumbles. Chris rolls out of bed and begins heading to the kitchen. As he picks his way through the clothes scattered around his floor, his eyes catch on a pile of notecards.

Against his better judgement, Chris picks one up and sure enough they are Eva’s. For a moment Chris considers pretending he never saw them, but finds himself checking the time on his phone. Eva’s history class won’t start for another fifteen minutes and he can make it if he leaves now.

With a half-hearted curse, Chris turns around and heads to his bathroom. Five minutes later, he’s pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and is heading out the door.

Feelings strange to be back at his old high school, Chris parks his car and heads to the administration office.

“Hello, I need to drop off some notecards for Eva Mohn. She’s in history right now.”

The receptionist nods without looking up from her computer screen.

“That’s fine.”

Chris waits but she continues typing.

“Do I just leave them here with you?” He asks impatiently.

The receptionist looks up.

“You can take them yourself. I’m busy.” She smiles briefly and turns back to her screen.

Fuck, Chris thinks. He considers leaving, but he’s come this far. Wondering how his life got to this point, Chris heads for Eva’s history classroom.

Chris will be embarrassing both of them. Surely she can give the presentation without her notes. Shaking his head at the classroom door, Chris knows his mind is already made up.

He knocks and a few moments later the door opens. Chris recognizes the brunette teacher but he can’t remember her name. She clearly remembers him, though.


Everyone looks up, but Eva’s head shoots up from the second row.

Avoiding eye contact with her, Chris addresses the teacher.

“Hi. Eva forgot her presentation notes,” he holds them up.

Nodding, she steps away from the door, letting him in.

Jesus, Chris thinks, can’t you just take them yourself?

If he’s doing this, then he’s doing it. His reputation is already trashed so it might as well look intentional.

Chris struts over to Eva’s desk.

“Eva! You forgot your notes this morning,” he smiles suggestively and drops the notecards onto her desk.

Eva’s face is red and she gives him a sheepish smile. “Thank you. I just realized I’d left them,” she says in a low voice.

Right before Chris leaves the room, he turns back and winks. “See you tonight, Eva.”

Eva’s already flaming cheeks grow impossibly brighter, but she smiles at him. Chris walks out to wolf whistles and cat calls.

you’ll pay for that in a few hours

but thanks chris

Chris smiles. Tonight he’ll tell her to leave the toothbrush.

I Wanna Show You What a Bitch I Can Be

(Sequel to this)

I knocked on the bedroom door before entering. Chris was bent over a mirror, putting on black eye liner. Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the rivulets of his spine through his shirt. He finished his eye liner and smiled, murmuring,

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” He turned to face me, my arms still around his body. I Ieaned up on the tips of my toes, trying to kiss him, but I wasn’t quite tall enough, and settled for his neck instead. Chris laughed and bent down to press his lips to mine. One of my hands left his waist and trailed down his stomach, until I was holding onto the waistband of his jeans. I slid my hand lower and palmed him, and heard a sharp intake of breath come from him. Turning us around, he pushed me against the wall beside the vanity he had been bent over. His left hand was against the side of my neck, and the other was making its way up my skirt, while his mouth bruised mine. 

Chris pulled away and began unbuttoning my shirt, kissing down my chest until my shirt was half-way open.

“Well, hello.” he smirked at my bustier, the leather cups pushing up my breasts to sit perfectly and round on my chest. With one hand he grabbed the hem of my skirt and harshly pulled it down my legs, allowing me to step out of it. He moved to pull off my bustier after he had discarded of my shirt, and I grabbed his wrists, stopping him. He looked confused, and I placed my hands on his hips, walking him backwards towards the bed until he stumbled back onto the mattress. He laughed and shook his head, yanking me down onto his lap. I used it to my advantage and leaned him back, sitting on his hips.

“You know,” I sighed, sounding disappointed. “In your interview with Bryanstars, he asked you if you liked to dominate or be dominated. If I recall, when the topic came up about being dominated, you said something along the lines of ‘If you want to please her and she wants that, you gotta give her what she needs.’ And I need you to be a good boy for me, Chris. Can you do that?” His eyes widened and he silently nodded. I smirked and pecked his lips. “Take your clothes off. Except your underwear.” I said smoothly, watching him get up from the bed and do as I had asked. When his clothes were piled on the floor, I gestured for him to lay down on the bed with his head against the pillows. “Don’t move.” I instructed.

Reaching into the nightstand, I pulled out one of the same pair of handcuffs Chris had used on me. I pulled one of the cuffs behind one of the bars on our headboard and hastily secured Chris before he could object. His eyes narrowed.

“What game, exactly, are you playing? he asked.

"I’m not playing a game. I’m just getting you back for the little game you were playing the other night. Now, can you keep quiet or should I assist you?” I asked, and he immediately shut his mouth, making me laugh. I swung my leg over him, sitting back down on his hips. It was evidently clear that he was turned on. Leaning down to kiss him, I let the tip of my tongue slide cross Chris’s bottom lip, and he opened his mouth, but I moved my lips to his neck instead, kissing down to the spot on his throat right below his chin, because it drove him mad. I gently kissed the spot before softly sinking my teeth into it, sliding my tongue along his skin. I pressed my lips down over the teeth marks and sucked, pulling away to see satisfyingly red, tiny dots. I looked up at Chris, and he was biting down on his bottom lip, hard, eyes clenched shut. When I began kissing up his jaw line, he removed his teeth from his lip, seeming to relax a bit. I kissed his lips, internally cringing at the salty taste of blood. His tongue seemed to melt against mine, and I moaned into his mouth. When I pulled away, he tugged at his restraints defiantly.

I got off the bed and tugged off my panties, before sitting back down on top of Chris’s chest, my back to him. I bent over so that my face hovered just above his crotch, breathing heavily. He let out a strangled moan and rutted up against the air. I licked at the fabic of his underwear and a shiver went through his entire body. Sitting back up, I tugged off his boxers, throwing them towards the door. Bending back over, I shuffled back further near Chris’s face, and licked up his cock, sending a jolt through him. Clearing my throat in impatience, he got the clue as I continued. I flicked the tip of my tongue against him and tasted precum. I lowered my mouth onto the head of his cock, swirling my tongue around it, and I let out a muffled moan as I felt his tongue against my clit. I pushed my mouth further onto his cock and then pulled back up, repeating the action until Chris was shaking underneath me. Pulling my mouth away, I sat up slightly, putting more weight on his face. His tongue slid up my entrance and just barely entered me. I moaned and made little unh, unh, unh  noises as he tongue-fucked me, and my legs quaked. I let myself get just up to the peak of orgasm as Chris licked around my clit, before I moaned,

"Fuck, I’m gonna come, stop.” I turned back around and sat between Chris’s legs. Slowly, I kissed up his body, from his hips to his chest, stopping every so often to nibble and suck whereever I so pleased. I stared up at his face. It glistened with sweat and his eyes were closed, his mouth agape in a silent moan. His hands gripped the chains of the handcuffs, and I huffed out a breath. Pulling a bobby pin out of my hair, I easily unlocked them, and they clacked to the floor. As soon as his hands were free, Chris’s eyes flashed open, clouded. He sat up and grabbed my hair with one hand, his other on the small of my back, pulling me up with him. My chest hit his and our lips collided painfully, but my jaw went slack and his tongue easily parted my lips. His teeth dug into my bottom lip and he pulled playfully, tugging at my hair with his hand. Removing his hands from my hair and back, he gripped at the dip in my bustier. I watched the muscles in his arms strain and his veins show through his skin as Chris tore it in half, throwing the useless fabric away. His head dipped low and he kissed around my chest and began sucking one of my nipples, his thumb playing with the other. I dipped my head back and moaned, and Chris kissed backed up my chest to my neck, biting at my skin.

He stopped abruptly, getting off the bed and pulling me with him. Chris practically pushed me over to the vanity and turned me to face the mirror. He bent me over and I braced my hands against the wooden surface, knocking makeup brushes to the ground. He grabbed my hips as he pushed his dick into me and my mouth made an shape. He kept thrusting into me hard, and he moved his hands, one gripped my throat, and the other was on my clit, rubbing fast circles.

“Fuck, Chris. F-faster. Go faster.” I moaned, stumbling over my words. His hand tightened slightly on my throat as he complied.

“Look in the mirror.” he hissed, suddenly sounding angry as he pounded into me. “Who’s fucking you like this?”

“You,” I breathed, hunching over the vanity in ecstasy.

“Who do you want to make you cum?”

“Fuck!” I moaned again as warmth spread all throughout my body.“I want you to make me cum! Please, I want you to make me cum all over your hard cock. Please, Chris.”

“You know I love it when you beg.” he grunted as he thrusted up into me again, and I suddenly felt myself orgasm. Goosebumps covered my skin as I moaned, digging my fingernails into the wood that I clutched. Chris kept thrusting, making my vision go blurry as I drowned in pleasure, and I felt his grip on my throat loosen as he came, his breath hot and heavy as he burried his face in my shoulder blade. His arms wrapped around my waist and he kissed my skin.

“That was not at all how I wanted this to go.” I spoke first, crossing my arms over his.

“Deal with it.” was his reply, and I saw him smirking in the mirror as he pulled away, walking only a few feet to fall into bed. “You’re such a sore loser.” he laughed as I sat beside him, wrapping the blanket around myself.

“Only because you never let me win anything.”

“You already have a trophy boyfriend. Isn’t that enough?”

“I hate you.” I moped.

“Love you, too, babe.”

7. Part 2

Originally posted by dondehaypelo

I swear to god if Chris is just making me worry to make me come downstairs, I will be so angry. I feel so nervous, god. I care so much for a guy that I have known for a few months, the elevator pinged “come on” I said to myself, I am just worried. I need to know he is ok, he was just fine like a couple of hours ago. Pushing myself off of the side of the elevator as the doors opened, stepping off the elevator, the hectic emergency room, what has happened. I am so lost, if he has just come in he will be on my left, he has to be down here. Rushing down the lobby, walking by various doctors and nurses. Turning the corner, I froze seeing the very friends of Chris “we can’t have you gentleman hanging around here” Lisa said to them, she would be the one to say it because these guys don’t take lightly to a woman telling them, oh god. What has happened to him, he must be in that room because they have gathered around it. Slowly walking towards them, I felt all eyes on me. The very guy that was checking me out earlier pointed not saying a word, I hope they do not speak to me. I can tell with the look on their faces, they do not know who I am.

I shouldn’t really go in the room, it’s not even my department I am supposed to be on. Moving my hand away from the door handle slowly “we will let you know what happens” Lisa said while escorting them out, oh god. They keep staring at me “Turner! With me now!” my manger scared the life out of me, I jumped. She walked by me and entered the room “come with me” well I don’t think she has realised I am supposed to be upstairs but oh well, holding the door open as I walked into the room “Chris” my manager said, poking my head forward and then seeing Chris on the bed, my face dropped “I am good, I don’t need to be ….” He stopped his sentence seeing me, slowly walking in “here” he finished off “you have hurt your head” my manager said, my eyes never leaving Chris’ as I got closer to my manager “take your time” she spat, I am so sad to see this “sorry” I said in a whisper “I need you to help me dress his head, he’s had a fall while having a seizure. We are going to get him in for a head scan” he’s had a seizure, I don’t know what to say “Turner, are you with me?” I am with her, just in shock. Hearing the door open behind us, turning around “we need you” the nurse pointed at my manager “get the things out” she walked out.

The door closed “what the hell happened?” I said as soon as the door closed “a seizure? Oh my god, what the hell Chris?” he looked down at his lap “I was drinking lean and I don’t remember what happened, a seizure they say. I hit my head but I’m good” shaking my head at him “you had lean again when I said that shit is bad for you? Why don’t you listen to me?” I am angry at him “how could you!” I said little bit too loud “you have people that care for you” does he not get this “my money, they care about my money, it’s fine. I am here” shaking my head “I will tell her” the door opened “I guess you are needed for another emergency Rylee” I knew this would have happened “oh ok, I got you the things out” I am just so annoyed at him, and then he says that to me.

Luckily it has become so quiet so I can rest, they are keeping Chris here for the night until a senior doctor can release him, and he has hurt his head so they want to be careful. Letting out a sigh as I sat down, I have not gone near that room of his, I am annoyed with him. I told him to not drink that, it is bad for you. I am not going to entertain him now for a while, thank god this staff room is empty, I think they have made Bailey stay upstairs. Rubbing my face looking down at my lap “hello” a tap at the door, lifting my head up “they wanted Chris Brown’ file” he waved the brown folder “oh yeah” I said, getting up and walking over to the guy “thank you” I said taking the file from him “no problem, least it’s quiet” he said “I know, thank you though” I want him to leave now, I am about to be nosey as fuck with this.

Opening Chris’ file, I wonder what the hell they have in here anyways, it is probably nothing and stupid incidents he has had. Looking at his personal information and then turning the page, I don’t want to see this. Oh here it is, look at that. Chris Brown fractured his knuckle, he punched a wall “what” I said in a whisper, in what mind would you want to punch a wall. Shaking my head in shock, his temper is awful. Frowning while reading the rest of the notes but it is generally nothing, just that he needed to keep his hand wrapped up “he is forever stupid” this record is kind of thick though. Flicking to the back “mental health” I said in a whisper, taking in a sharp breath “what” I am just in shock, Chris is bipolar since when was he this. Skimming the text quickly, Bipolar, Insomnia disorder “god” I always wondered, I always thought he is worse than a woman. His moods are awful but I get it, I really do.

I don’t want to read the notes but I can’t help myself, I should stop. Seeing the notes from his counsellor when he first went there, his lack of sleep, violence which was bought on by drugs “I hate you!” slamming the file shut, looking up guilty at Bailey “why?” I said in shock, did she catch me “I was stuck with the boring people, on god I was so mad. But I told you, how is he? I saw they bought him in, he was hard of breathing” I am still trying to get over that Chris is bipolar and he never said this to me “he’s good, something about a seizure” shrugging my shoulders “you about to be his naughty nurse now huh, I know he wants you bad” Bailey winked, I smiled faintly “not really, I think I need to go back upstairs anyways” let me get off this floor and get away from Bailey.

Holding the file close to me, it’s like something I don’t want people to read “you ok over there?” Lisa laughed watching me in a daze “uh yeah I am good” she laughed a little “can you do me a favour, Chris needs his tablets. Could you do it? I am sick of dealing with those boys, they are awful” so that means I have to deal with that mess “sure” I guess I can speak to Chris while I am at it, I am not even like upset that I saw it. I just feel a little sad and I get it, his outbursts just confirm a lot of things “you seem a little sad, everything ok?” Lisa asked “just tired, night shift takes it out on you” I am showing emotion, let me stop.

I am still holding this file, I am not letting it go. Lisa held the door open for me as I made my way into the room, the talking just stopped abruptly. Such silence “wish I had this effect on these boys, call me if you need anything” Lisa said, making my way around the gathering of boys. Placing his tablets on the side table and turning around, I need to not be so nervous but they are all looking. Walking closer to Chris “I need to speak to you” I said in a whisper before turning back around, I am just going to be real with him and let him know that I do know about it “y’all just give me space, I am tired” he lied, he should have just said I wanted to speak to him “sure you are nigga” one of them spoke up “just go, don’t be speaking shit to anyone” Chris said.

“You look sexy in your uniform” shaking my head smiling, holding his tablets in hand “you need to have these, you want me to get more water” Chris shook his head “I got it” he reached over to get his bottle “good” placing his tablets in his hand he held up to me “you mad with me?” grabbing the file and sat down on the free seat next to his bed “would I be?” crossing my right leg over my left “you seemed really upset with me earlier, I ain’t ever seen you that emotional with me” fixing the file on my lap not saying a word “I didn’t know that would have happened, I was good all day and you know that Ry. I am sorry” looking up at him “I thought you was here to just annoy me and this is what I get, I told you to not have that shit and look what you do. It’s bad for you and especially for what you got” I said, I am just going to say it.

His face softened, I can tell with the look on his face he knows I know “why didn’t you tell me this?” he turned his head “why are you snooping in my record? You don’t need to know that, nobody knows that. Just my family, that is it” now he is annoyed “and me now, why didn’t you tell me this Chris?” he shook his head half laughing “so I can scare you, I am sure you have seen the shit I have done. Man, you think anybody would want a crazy nigga like me? Come on Rylee, if I told you that I am bipolar, a crazy nigga that is on meds. If I told you that from start you would care about me?” what is he even ranting on about “I barely care for you being Chris Brown the singer, I barely care the fact you are famous so what makes you think bipolar would scare me away? Answer me that please, day in and day out we spoke and you didn’t mention it, I would have ran away after knowing you have a whole ass baby! A two year old, but no. I was there telling you what to do when your mom left you to be an adult” he assumes shit all the time, he assumes the wrong shit to be honest.

He can’t answer me this, he cannot answer anything I have said to him “I don’t understand why you care like that, who cares like you do. It’s weird” so now I am weird “it’s not, you know when you talk to someone, you text them all day you start to care. This is normal Chris” he is annoyed that I know “you annoyed that I have seen this?” I questioned, he shrugged “what you think? I didn’t want you to know” my eyes widened “that is not how relationships work, if we was to have one. When you’re always going on a rant, your outbursts. I was always so confused but I get it, this does not change you as a person Chris. You’re still the same guy that I like” he looked over at me slowly “like huh?” he is over it “maybe, don’t push it” I said, he cleared his throat “you showed me a lot, I saw your sadness. I am sorry, to you I am sorry” smiling lightly “it’s ok, just you have so much to look forward too. Don’t drink that ever again, you have this medication too. You are so stupid” shaking my head “I didn’t think this would have happened, trust me on this” he has so much to live for.

I want to hide his file but I can’t, I don’t want Bailey seeing it “are you going to look after me now?” side eyeing him “I have other people to look after you know, you ain’t special” playing him off “that is a damn lie” he spat “hmmm, where was you when this happened anyways” getting up from the chair “studio, had some niggas there. I am just tired now” he mumbled, maybe because he actually took his tablets and he is sleepy “go to sleep, you want more pillows?” placing his file down “nah, just stay with me. I can see your pretty face, I can wait to make you mine” he is in a good mood, standing at the side of the bed “I will see how long I can until I get caught. Chris, if we was to be together then you need to be truthful. Like now I know you’re bipolar which does not bug me, trust me. I don’t care but I know you now” Chris nodded “I understand, nobody knows besides my family and now you” Chris grabbed my arm and dragged it closer to his face “why can’t you just hug me” I giggled “stop, I swear if I get caught I will be fired” he is crazy.

anonymous asked:

Could you write one where nat is pregnant and the hormones changing, and crave for sex??😝😝😝😝 (and chris is probably delighted abt the changes😂) (sorry for my bad english)

Your english is perfect, love! Be proud of yourself; I know I am! Here’s what I came up with. I hope you like it. Thank you for the request, and thanks for reading! xx

Warnings: kinda smutty, so the read more break will be moved up higher than it’s usual spot.


Urgent, coercing lips pressing hot kisses on his naked chest. That was what had roused Chris out of a deep slumber.

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Do it already

Originally posted by thefudge

Request: Hey!! If you are still accepting requests could you do a Chris Wood imagine were the reader joins the vampire diaries half way through season 6 and when Chris firsts see’s her he falls head over heels in love with her. Thx:)

Chris Wood × Reader

“Oh no, here he goes” Kat mumbled when he saw Chris admiring you during your part “What? “Ian that was besides her asked “He is doing that thing when he just stares at Y/N during her part…again ” “Oh,I thought Chris asked her out “Kat just smirked at the black haired man “Yeah,you wish. He’s head over heels with her.” “I don’t know how Y/N hasn’t noticed yet”Kat just looked at the man at her right and nodded in agreement.

When you finished your part you saw Chris looking at you.Why would he been looking at you? You tought. You admired him a lot,he was one of the best actors you ever knew.When it came to acting Chris was very into it,it just looked like Kai took completly his body.And besides,he was hot.

“Hi"you smiled at him.“Hey… you…you were wonderful"Was he really complimenting you? "You think so? ” “Absolutely, you just are very good.” “Thanks, so are you "you could tell that you were already blushing by the way how your cheeks were burning.Both of you started talking about the scenes when Chris saw Ian in the back making him weird signs. Chris wasn’t understanding a thing, until Ian got tired and just came by your side.

"You know guys that you to have a very intimate scene together? "He scared the hell out of you when he came by your side and sudently said that.Chris was looking at him with the ‘What are you up to ’ face. "Yeah…I read that part… is very…intimate” “Your first sex scene isnt it sweet Y/N?"that made you almost spit out your coffee "Why don’t you two meet some day and get ready for the scene.I mean it’s pretty hard to do it… is just better if it’s talked before "and with that he just left. "Don’t listen to hi-” you cut him off “No,he’s right, I’m a little bit nervous about that and it’s true is my first sex scene, it’ll be easier if we talk about it before or practice…whatever "you started to get more and more akward by the second,you liked him and maybe he didn’t want to meet with you."Oh..I’d like it "in that moment you let out all the air that was accumulated in your lungs.

Sorry for this…is really bad.

"Unscripted" - Chris/Will

Will is working.  Chris really wants to be fucked.  Cockwarming ensues. (At least, until their patience runs out.)

Chris sees the Starbucks cup on the counter in the kitchen and knows that his plans have been shot to hell. There’s a Post-It on the rim of the cup that reads, “working — have to finish act 1 by 2 PM — inspired this morning woo!! babies are fed and coop is in his crate xo xo”.

He sighs.

Clearly Will has yet to telepathically connect to his brain, despite all appearances to the contrary. So he does what he usual does—a whole bunch of random shit that he doesn’t really need to do on his day off. He replies to emails. He tweaks outlines for a variety of story ideas. He picks out tomorrow’s outfit. He texts Alla, and then a few friends. He heats up and drinks his chai.

It’s almost painful how he anticipates days off the way a martyr anticipates sainthood, but the moment that he has free time he can’t stop his brain from going and he has no idea what to do with that time other than waste it.

He’d had ideas, is the thing. And then he’d rolled over onto Will’s side of the bed and it had been empty.

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please, climbing class shippers, hear my plea. i came up with an au that i would love to see someone write! it’s a soulmate au, but with a twist. more under the cut! (no, but seriously. it’s really long. if someone would be so kind as to write this that would be AMAZING but… also i guess technically this is long enough to be a fic on its own now, cause it REALLY got away from me)

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