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not going anywhere

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

summary: after finding out what happened on earth -199999 you need to see your husband

contents: angst? flufff

the office was silent as you stepped in. the platform was raised while miguel worked. after a conversation with jess, you needed to see him. not bothering to make your presence known immediately, knowing he wouldn’t mind you shot your webs, pulling yourself up onto the platform where he stood, his back to you.

you leaned on the corner of his desk as you shamelessly admired him working. you didn’t know if he knew you were there. you were silent and he lacked the spider sense you had… not that you were a threat.

“what are you doing?” miguel asks not looking from the screens in front of him as he swiped through them. he knew you were there. he heard the door.

“admiring” you state. he turns, looking you up and down. he couldn’t help but your suit clinging to you perfectly, accenting all your curves. the thought slipping into his mind whenever he saw you in it starting the day you met all those years ago.

“and why’s that, mi amor?” he questioned as you stepped towards him, going up on tip toes to place your hands on his face, admiring his features. his eyes, his jaw, his lips. you pull him downwards into a soft kiss taking it with slight surprise. you never did this at work.

“did you hear what’s happening on earth -199999?” you say, pulling away as his arms wrap around you. he falls back into his desk chair, pulling you down to straddle his lap. your hands went straight to his hair as you took in his face for a second time.

“i heard” he said, immediately understanding why you were admiring him. you were never really one to come into his office just to admire him. you would sneak looks to him during the day, admiring him from a distance on missions and never making it obvious thats what you were doing. that good at hiding it that it took everyone almost 2 years to realise you and miguel were even together.

“people disappearing because-“ you started, feeling yourself getting emotional as you imagined yourself in their shoes. like miguel, you’re not the most emotional person in the world but things are different at the moment. everything seems to make you feel something… but especially this. emotional or not emotional losing people was a sore spot.

“no voy a ir a ninguna parte, mi vida” miguel interrupted, knowing exactly where you were going, knowing exactly what was running through your mind. his hands held your waist, shifting you impossibly closer to him as you rested your forehead on his. “i’m not going anywhere, i won’t disappear” he tells you, placing a hand on your cheek and gently kissing your lips.

“i don’t think i could survive losing you” you whispered against his lips, gently kissing them before pulling away as he smiled lightly up at you. miguel’s hand ran from your waist and across your small baby bump, barely visible.

“no te preocupes, princesa” he tells you as you cover his hand on your stomach with your own, both your rings sparkling when catching the limited light.

with his free hand, miguel gently grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you back down into a kiss.

crash

pairing: husband!miguel o’hara x wife!reader

summary: you know always know when miguel was ready to crash

warnings: none just fluff <3

a/n: pre warning my spanish is rusty af… its been a while

“Am I crushing you?” Miguel mumbles into your shoulder. He laid on top of you, head in your neck, legs intertwined with yours as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“No, you’re fine” You said softly as he pressed a light kiss to your neck.

He was tired, you knew that. Miguel O’Hara worked non stop. You did too, but you didn’t have an organisation to run. You watched him work knowing he’d crash eventually. Today was the hottest day of the year, making everyone more irritable. You knew today was the day.

“¿Hermosa?” Miguel called out as he approached the bedroom door. He smiled tiredly as he reached the doorway, seeing you laid in the middle of your bed in nothing but your underwear, the fan on the bedside table on full blast and a book resting on your face. You always waited up for him no matter how tired you were… or how hot it was.

“I’m not asleep, just resting my eyes” You say, lifting the book and meeting his tired eyes with your own. Although he was smiling at you, you could see how tense he was, how tired he was and how burnt out he was. “Ven aquí y bésame” You openede your arms for him as he stripped his clothes leaving him in his boxers. He rested between your legs, holding himself up on his elbows as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

Your hands moved to his hair looking up at him with a soft smile. “You’re tired” You stated. Miguel opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off with a kiss. “Don’t fight it, mi amor. Just relax”

You could see on his face he was debating arguing that he wasn’t tired but with one look at you, he gave up and moved his arms from propping himself up to wrapping them around you, and resting his head in your neck

“Te quiero, mi alma ” Miguel said as he gently lifted his head to meet your eyes. You smiled, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too”

pumpkins

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

warnings: none just a short fluff drabble

a/n: writers block is terrible so this honestly the shortest thing ive ever written

“Struggling, honey?” Chris chuckled as he looked over at you, elbow deep in a pumpkin using all your strength to get all the insides out.

“Not at all” You huffed, looking up to see him stood over his already hollowed out pumpkin. “How have you done that so fast?” You whined “Actually don’t answer that”

Chris laughed softly as he rounded the table to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you comfortingly. “Do you want me to do it for you?”

Silence fell upon the two of you before you spoke a soft “Yes, please… can you also carve it?”

proud

pairing: dad! sebastian stan x evans! mom! reader

summary: sebastian gushes about his daughter on jimmy fallon… nothing makes him prouder

warnings: use of y/n and implied birth i guess? chris sounding like the best uncle to exist… bc lets be honest, he would be

wc: 768

a/n: this was written on my phone so im not sure abt the quality but its sweet… enjoy!

my other evans! actress! reader one shot… still planning on a mini series!

“Your daughter was born not long ago, right?” Jimmy Fallon questioned, turning to Sebastian with a smile. He was passionate about the movie they were previously speaking about, his eyes were already shining but at the mention of his daughter, his eyes shone much brighter than before. A look of pride washed over his face.

“Two months ago yesterday” Seb nodded proudly, the memory of meeting his precious little girl filling his mind.

The sound of a baby’s cry filled the room as you fell back against the hospital bed, breathing hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. It wasn’t just any baby’s cries. It was yours. Your little girl.

Over the crying, the faint whispers of Sebastian’s words filled your ears. He was crying too. “I’m so proud of you” He repeated

The moment the midwife place her in your arms, happy tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sebastian said pressing kisses to your head, your shoulders, your neck, arms wrapping around you as he looked down at his daughter, a few tears rolling down his face.

“She’s beautiful,” You say, close to a whisper as you smile down at her.

“She looks like you,” He tells you as your daughter's hand closed around his finger. Wiping your tears with his other hand, Sebastian smiled as he kissed you. “Thank you.”

His smile grew wider when Jimmy held up the photo you had posted to Instagram of your baby girl's tiny hand holding onto Seb’s finger. You’d both decided to keep your baby’s face off the internet for as long as possible… for her safety but a part of you just wanted to keep her to yourself. Your’s and Sebastian’s perfect creation.

“She seems tiny” Jimmy chuckled

“Oh, she is. Very tiny. Definitely her mother’s daughter… Y/n’s words, not mine” He laughed, finally looking up from the photo.

“Chris Evans was on the show a few months ago he said he was pushing for the name Chris despite her being a girl.”

“The sad thing about that is he was being completely serious. We said no everytime” Sebastian said, unable to tone down his smile. “But we did compromise with a another name he suggested—“ He stopped abruptly before chucking to himself. “I wasn't supposed to admit Chris suggested a name Y/n fell in love with. Sorry, Doll” Seb looked into the camera, knowing you were watching at home in bed probably with your daughter in your arms fast asleep.

“Elora is such a beautiful name” The audience cheered at the mention.

Elora Georgeta Lisa Stan

Although her name might sound long, it means a lot to both you and Sebastian. Having both his and your mother's names as her middle names meant a lot to both of you.

“So, tell me about her”

>><<

The house was quiet as Sebastian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your shared room. The door was open, the room was dark except the faint glow of the tv.

A smile rested on his face, seeing you laying in his shirt fast asleep in the middle of the bed. It was clear you tried to stay awake, your phone still in hand as you slept peacefully. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the bassinet where Elora stirred. He knows he probably shouldn't but he picked her up anyway.

Seb kissed her forehead with a happy, content smile as he rocked her slightly in his arms. Elora’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, taking in his face with her little smile. “You're happy I'm home?” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.

“I am” You respond tiredly, opening your eyes to smile at him.

“I didn't mean to wake you” Sebastian smiled lightly as he sat down against the headboard where you had propped yourself up.

“I’m glad you did. I love watching you with Elle” You say, smiling up at him while taking your daughter's hand in your own. “What you said about her to Jimmy... it was sweet. You made me cry”

“At what part? When I talked about how proud of you I am?” Seb questioned with a slight smirk, knowing he hit the nail on the head. Every time he said it, every time he thanked you, you would cry.

“Don’t even start, Stan” You glared playfully.

“You know what we have to do now?” He asked, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Give you the same last name as me and our little girl.”

miss you

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!avenger!reader

summary: you hated it. you hated the 21st century. you hated how different everything was. you hated how different your life was. you missed the brooklyn apartment you shared with him. you missed your life with him and how happy it made you. now you didn't know how to act around each other. you didn't know what to say but you'd had enough. you missed him

warnings: one use of y/n, slight angst and fluff <3

wc: 729

You had good days and bad days. This week had been filled with bad days. You stayed in your room, the only person you allowed in was your brother. He was your only comfort. Everything was different. Everyone - even Natasha and Tony - were terrified of you. I mean, you did make it very difficult for people to get to know you. Opening up was something you didn't want to do. You were still trying to remember who you were. Hydra had taken your past away from you just like they had done with Bucky.

Bucky Barnes. Bucky your brother's best friend. Bucky the boy you had a crush on since you were little. Bucky the man who told you he loved you on your 20th birthday in 1939. Bucky the man you loved more than anything. Bucky the man you no longer know how to talk to. Bucky the man you still love deeply but don't know how to act around.

You missed him. You were sick of him avoiding you. You were sick of avoiding him. Steve had mentioned that he hates it too. He hates not knowing what to say or how to act. He misses you.

In the '40s, on your bad days, you'd go straight to Bucky. He was the only person you wanted to be around. That hadn't changed. The only person you wanted was him. You felt that now, alone in your room, more than ever.

With a sigh, you got up and moved to leave your room, not caring that you were only in a black tank top, no bra and red and black flannel pyjama bottoms. You walked through the living room where the avengers sat. It was Peter's movie night. He'd been talking about it for weeks. He was so excited. "Miss Rogers!" The teenager beamed. "Are you--"

"No" You answered blankly as you passed, walking barefoot down the hall towards his room. Peter's faltered a little as you walked away. "She's had a bad week. Don't take it personally. She's been like that with me for days." Steve reassured him with a sigh, watching his sister leave.

You didn't stop when you reached his door. You just pushed it open. He was sitting on his bed reading. You still got butterflies when he looked up at you. "What are you doing?" Bucky asked, slightly startled as he put his book down beside him.

"I don't know what to say to you or how to act around you but I miss you. I know that. I hate everyone but you. It's always been that way. I still can't remember everything but I can remember that. I hate everyone but you and Steve. I hate everyone but you" You ranted. Bucky opened his mouth to say something but you didn't let him. "I love you, James. That hasn't changed."

It was silent as you moved towards his bed and got in beside him. He said nothing as you pulled the duvet over your head the same way you used to. It's the only way you could sleep. He sat and stared at where you laid, processing everything you had just said. A small smile tugged at his lips as he laid down beside you.

"Doll" He whispered, unsure of if you'd fallen asleep. Slowly, you took the duvet from your face and turned to look at him. Tears filled your eyes when you saw his smile. He was smiling at you in the same way he used to. He was smiling at you in the loving way that was meant only for you. It was Bucky. Your Bucky.

You smiled back as he pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him as if he were going to disappear. "I've missed you" He whispered against your hair. "I love you, Y/n. That hasn't changed"

disappear

pairing: sebastian stan x evans!actress!reader

summary: you’ve walked red carpets ever since you were a child but that doesn’t mean you like them. you always have sebastian to calm your nerves

warnings: use of y/n, self harm scars, mental health struggles, reader getting overwhelmed and anxious, slight age gap (seb is 39, reader is 27)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: im making this pairing into a series of oneshots bc i acc love them sm

my other evans! actress! one shot… yet to become a mini series

You hadn't changed... well not that much anyway. You were still the same Y/n Evans everyone knew 2 years ago before you made your decision to take yourself away from social media and your career. It was affecting you too much and not in a good way. Everything you were reading and hearing about yourself was breaking you down. It happened slowly. No one noticed at first. It was only when you didn't make appearances at events, on red carpets and cried, panicked and refused to leave the house knowing someone with something to say was waiting somewhere to take a photo of you.

There was always someone waiting. That scared you. It always had. When it all started you were only a child. You walked red carpets, clinging onto Chris. If he didn't have one, you were always his date. Your brother always treated you like a princess. He was is your hero. Then you walked carpets at premieres of your own. You quickly became very well known. People shouting from all different directions for you to look at them, for you to smile. You would never forget the first time it all became too much. At 10 years old you stood frozen, teary-eyed as people screamed at you to look somewhere and smile. Chris was with you. He took your hand and turned you away from everyone as he led you away. At 16, Chris treated you to a day of shopping. That was the day he protected you from a group of overbearing paparazzi. He pulled you close to him and shouted at them to back off as he pulled you away. You were panicking. The first major panic attack you remember having.

He worried when you moved to LA. You reassured him there was nothing to worry about and that you were only a phone call away. You knew why he worried. To be honest you worried too but you refused to let any of your family see that. You reminded them you were 22 and fine to be on your own. How wrong you were.

It wasn't long before Chris was there to see you. It had only been 3 months. He was in LA for Jimmy Fallon after the Civil War release. That was the first time you met Sebastian. Usually meeting one of Chris's friends made you nervous but the moment Sebastian looked at you and smiled, all your nerves slipped away. You were calm around him. Of course, Chris noticed and a few days later told Seb how at ease you were around him which was completely unlike you. It had always taken you a while to warm up to people and come out of your shell.

He messaged you that night

imsebastianstan wants to send you a message

It was good meeting you the other day

We should do it again

Yeah, it was good meeting you too

I'm free this Saturday if you are

You messaged all the time, met up for coffee whenever you both had the time. He always made sure he had time for you. If he was away he'd fly back to LA for a weekend so he could spend time with you. He spent time with you and Chris when their weekend visits matched up. That happened for almost 2 years until he finally asked you out. You were surprised when he told you it was Chris who told him to just do it.

You started to tell him more... more than you'd tell Chris. You cried when you told him about your history of self-harm and mental health and how it started after you moved away. He kissed your scars. "You're beautiful," He said against your wrists and thighs as he kissed every scar, every mark. He promised to do his best to protect you just how Chris used to. He promised to make you feel safe, loved and like the most special person on the planet.

Of course, he kept his promises. Sebastian kept his promises even when things started to get bad again. People waiting everywhere to take photos of you. It got especially bad after news of your and Sebastian's one year anniversary and him moving in with you. Everyone wanted a photo of the two of you. You refused to leave the house. You cried every time you had to. You dreaded getting out of bed, knowing you had to leave the house and go to work or run errands. You had enough when articles started popping up everywhere. Old and new ones. Criticizing ones and annoyingly positive ones.

Y/n Evans (25), the voice of Disney's Rapunzel and younger sister of actor Chris Evans, dating actor Sebastian Stan (37)

That particular article got to you. It compared you to everyone else he dated. It criticized your age and how you're just over a decade younger than him. You'd never thought about it nor did it bother you until now. It talked about how you were most likely only with him for his money and his name. "Don't listen to anything they're saying. You know none of it's true. You know I love you more than I've loved anyone else" Sebastian told you that night when he got home. You were crying. He wiped your tears and held you on the living room floor until you fell asleep.

The next event you attended ended up being your last for many reasons. It was the first you'd attended with Seb. That article was brought up more than once. The one that praised him but degraded you. Sebastian was keeping his promise of protecting you, standing up for you and calling anyone out if they said something. You went home, deleted all social media and disappeared.

"I really don't want to, Sebastian" You sighed as you stood in front of the mirror in your dress. The first time in 2 years you'd worn something so expensive. "I said baby steps. Being invited and going to the Oscars seems like a pretty big step. A step I'm definitely not ready for" Sebastian smiled at you through the mirror as his arms snaked around your waist, hands resting over the bump that was your daughter.

"Well, I change my mind. This isn't just me reappearing after 2 years, it's also a pregnancy announcement. People are going to say things. I'm not ready. What if I just give up my career and be a stay at home mom? That seems fun"

“You don’t want that and you know it. You miss this”

“Miss red carpets and events? Nope, I still hate them”

“I meant acting. You miss acting. You miss playing a character”

"You know me too well" You smile, pushing his hands away as you move across the room for your shoes. "36 weeks pregnant and wearing heels doesn't seem like a good idea..." You sigh, attempting to bend down to pick them up but failing miserably, your bump too big now to do simple things on your own. Sebastian laughs when you turn to him with an annoyed sigh.

You gripped his hand tighter as you felt your anxiety rise. The screams of your name were already becoming too much. Thoughts of giving up and disappearing again entered your mind but you pushed them back. You missed this. Not the events and red carpets but the acting. You missed the feeling that came with it. You missed spending time with people like you. People who did the same things as you. People who could relate.

"You okay?" Sebastian asked quietly, squeezing your hand. You turned to him with a smile and nodded. "I'm good. It's okay" You reassured truthfully. "My feet hurt... heels were a bad idea" He laughed and smiled down at you. You were fine.

dove

pairing: steve rogers x avenger!wife!reader!

summary: steve doesn't know how to feel after finding a letter three months after your unexpected death

warnings: mental health struggles, implied/metions of suicide... greiving steve :(

wc: 1.3k

Steve had never been as wrecked as he was these last three months. Nothing had ever stopped him or slowed him down. Nothing until now. Nothing until that day 90 days ago. 90 days ago when he lost the best thing to ever happen to him. 90 days ago he lost you.

No one saw this coming. How could they? You seemed fine. You always said you were fine. No one, not even Steve saw through the wall you built. Steve, your husband, your soulmate, the love of your entire life, couldn't even see your struggle. He couldn't even see that you were breaking down. You refused to let anyone know you were breaking down. That was your thing. You were always fine, you were the 'mom' of the group. It was you who checked up on everyone to make sure they were okay. You cooked for everyone every meal of every day. You were adored by everyone. Everyone in your avengers family loved you. You refused to let them see how you really felt. You refused to let them know you were struggling and you refused to ask for help.

Steve blamed himself. "She'd still be here if I had just noticed, Buck" He had whispered, head in hands the day of your funeral as he sat beside Bucky. He blamed himself for not noticing, for not getting and giving the help you needed, for not being there for you when you really needed it most. He constantly reminded himself of that morning and the last time he'd seen you before finding you.

Steve watched with a small smile as you put what felt like a million plates from breakfast back in the cupboards. "Perfect as always, Sunshine" Tony complimented, squeezing your shoulders with a grin as he passed. "Very well done, Mrs Rogers" Vision said, stopping in the doorway. "Vision, you can't eat my food" You reminded with a playful smile that didn't reach your eyes. Steve would've noticed had you not had your back to him. "I know but I feel somewhat bad that I'm the only one you don't receive praise from" He explained. "Well, thank you." The kitchen fell into a comfortable silence as you closed the cupboard and leaned against the counter, back still toward Steve as he got up and gently pulled you back against his chest, wrapping his arms around you lovingly. "I love you, Steve." You told him quietly, finally deciding to look up at him. Your heart broke a little seeing his loving smile. "I'll love you forever," You say as he grips his favourite shirt of yours in his hands, looking down at you with a small smile. "I love you too, dove... forever. No matter what" Dove. Dove was his name for you. You loved it. You'd miss it.

He sees now why you said what you said so out of the blue. You told him you loved him every day but never like that. Never so out of the blue. Steve hated how he didn't see that then... but how could he have seen it? He couldn't have. He hated that.

Some days of these thoughts and missing you were worse than others. Today happened to be one of the worse. He spent the whole morning on a run with Bucky to help distract himself though it never worked. Thoughts would pop into his head as he ran past the many places you would stop, out of breath and begging him to slow down. "Sometimes I think you forget that not every one is a fucking super soldier that can run what feels like a million miles per hour" You would chuckle as you tried to catch your breath. "I'm sorry, dove" Steve would say, kissing your forehead. "Race you back to the compound?" "You're on, Cap" Shaking the thoughts off, he returned to the compound and went straight to you're drawer. The drawer he hadn't dared to go into since the night he found you on the bathroom floor. He pulled out your shirt. The Nirvana t-shirt you'd had since the 90's. The one that was Steve's favourite on you. Your favourite. The one that to Steve, smelt like home. Home smelt like you.

Steve brought the material into his hands and to his surprise, a white envolope fell to the floor. My hero written across the front into your handwriting. He could've sworn his heart stopped for a second. Steve hesitated before picking it up and moving to the bed and taking a seat. He just stared at it. He stared for 10 minutes. Was this your goodbye? If it was, why was he finding it three months later?

He opened it.

To my hero,

I want to start by saying that I love you. Steve, I love you more than words can even say and i'd like to think you know that. None of this is your fault so don't for one second think that it is. Don't blame yourself. This is entirely my doing.

I didn't want to burden you with my issues. I knew one day they would all become too much. I'm sorry I never asked for help. It's not that I didn't want to, it's that I didn't know-how. I wanted to be strong. I wasn't strong enough.

Please don't think I didn't enjoy my life because I did. Oh my God, Steve, I really did. Becoming an Avenger, meeting you, marrying you and sleeping beside you every night was everything to me and I'm so thankful that it happened. I don't know what I'm gonna do without you, Cap.

Steve, I'm sitting here right now writing this to you unafraid of what's about to happen. In my eyes it was inevitable. It has been for a very very long time.

I don't know when you're going to find this. I don't know how long it will take you to want the comfort of me again. It might be a few hours or a few years. God, I am so sorry if it's a few years... or even a few months. I'm sorry for the pain and hurt i've caused you. You and everyone else. I just couldn't do it anymore.

Please tell Natasha thank you and that I love her. Tell her she was the best sister I could've ever asked for. Tell Peter that I'm sorry I missed the movie night... I know how much he really cares about them. Tell Tony thank you. Thank you for everything he's ever done for me. And tell Bucky thank you. I know he's there for you. Tell him he can be mad at me for doing this just as long as he's there for you.

I'm sorry I left but it was for the best. Though it will never feel right

All my love,

Your Dove

Steve sat. He sat and he stared. He didn't know how to feel.

"Mr Rogers, Mr Stark has requested you in the kitchen" FRIDAY's voice rang through the room. Steve sat still. He heard yet he didn't. He continued to stare down at your words.

He didn't even look up when there was a knock at his door before it was swung open. "Hey, Steve, Tony wants us--" Nat began, stopping mid-sentence when she saw the tears slowly running down Steve's cheeks. Tears he didn't even realise were there. "What's that?" She questioned, stepping into the room and peering over his shoulder. Steve lowered his head, wiping his cheeks quickly as she read. "Oh, sunshine, I love you too" She whispered not loud enough for Steve to hear as she silently held back the tears that threatened to spill anytime you were brought up. You were her little sister, her best friend, her everything. . "You okay?" Natasha finally asked

"Yeah. I'll be down in a minute" Steve sighed as she backed out of the room. He sat for a second staring. My hero "Dove, if I'm your hero, why didn't you let me save you"

read to me

pairing: chris evans x booklover!actress!reader

summary: you had been so busy and tired from shooting your new movie that you hadn't picked up a book in weeks... so when you do, it's very hard to put it back down again

warnings: mentions and possible spoilers of the book Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover but other than that, there is none... just fluff <3

a/n: this is my first time writing chris evans and i love him so much

"Honey?" Chris whispered tiredly as he rubbed his eyes, turning on the lamp to find your side of the bed cold and still made. It wasn't a surprise. You had been getting home late at night for weeks because of filming and long days on set... but it was 3 am and you were usually always home by 1 at the latest. He noticed Dodger wasn't in his usual place at the end of the bed. With a slight sigh, Chris got up, slipping on his boxers before making his way downstairs.

Any worries about where you or Dodger was had slipped away as he reached the bottom of the stairs, seeing your boots and bag by the door and light shining from under the door of your tiny home library. Chris chuckled to himself as he gently pushed the door open to see you laid on her sofa, book in hand as Dodger rested his head on your stomach, fast asleep.

"It's 3 am, babe" He spoke up, smiling when you turned around and smiled up at him tiredly. You were already tired when you got home 2 hours ago but after a conversation about books with your co-star, you had to get home and read. It had been weeks since you last picked up a book... you promised only a few chapters but at chapter 17 it was just getting too good to put down no matter how tired you were getting. "Come to bed"

"But it's getting so good," You say, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall asleep. "But I will come to bed and read if you carry me, take off your boxers, my jeans and put me in one of your shirts as soon as we get there... I really don't have the energy to dress myself."

Chris rolled his eyes, unable to contain his laugh as he moved towards you. Quicky running his hand over Dodger's fur to wake him before picking you up bridal style, making you giggle as you covered your face with the book, and making his way out of the room and back up the stairs. You laughed tiredly when he gently threw you down onto your side of the bed after ripping the neatly made sheets away. 

You laid down, reading the pages as he pulled your jeans off and discarded them on the floor. "You're gonna have to put the book down for a second, honey," He said softly, smiling slightly as you pouted and reluctantly put the bookmark in and laid the book beside you. "Arms up" Chris ordered. You did exactly what he said for him to carefully take off your shirt... then your bra leaving you sitting there in only your thong. Of course, he marvelled for a minute. 

"Chris it's cold and you've seen it a million times before" You tiredly mumbled, eyes half-closed but refusing to go to sleep. 

"Doesn't mean I don't love looking, doll." He smirked before taking one of his shirts from under your pillow and placing it over your head, guiding your arms through the armholes. Knowing that was done, you got under the covers and opened up your book... not before watching him throw his boxers across the room. He got in beside you, pulling you into his arms. "What's it about?" Chris asked. 

"I'm too tired to go into full detail but basically this girl, Tate, moves in temporarily with her brother and meets her brother's best friend, Miles. He doesn't want love and she doesn't have time for it so they basically have the perfect no-strings-attached agreement when they decide to just have sex as long as Tate sticks to his two rules." You explain with as much enthusiasm you have. Chris couldn't help but smile as he listened to you speak. He loved hearing you talk about books. It was your one true passion and could go on and on forever.

"What are the rules?" He wonders.

"Never ask about the past; don't expect a future," You tell him with a smile. "It's really good so far."

"If it's so good, maybe I should read it" 

"You could but you would definitely see me in a completely different light if you do. The cover may seem innocent but what's inside is far from it" You say, refusing to meet his eyes and only looking up when he chuckled. "What?"

"Honey, I know exactly what you read. I made the mistake of picking up a book you'd left out. Those few pages I read still haunt me." Chris joked making you roll your eyes. 

"Well, this book is tamer compared to what I usually read... And I feel compelled to tell you that I only started reading smut books when I was like 17" 

"I don't really care what you read as long as it makes you happy but I do think you should read to me," He said, pulling you impossibly closer into his side as he watched your smile widen. 

"Chapter seventeen. Corbin: Want to grab dinner? What time do you get off work? Me: Ten minutes. Where at? Corbin: We're nearby. We'll just meet you out front" You read.  "We? I can't ignore the excitement that flooded me with that text. Surely the we means him and Miles. I can't think of anyone else who would be coming with him, and I know Miles got home last night”

It didn't take very long before your words became slowed before they stopped altogether. Still smiling, Chris gently took the book from your hand, placed the bookmark in and put it on the bedside table before switching off the lamp, being careful not to wake you with his movements as your head was resting on his chest like how it did every night for the last 4 months you'd lived together. "I love you" He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.