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Finding Home

Finding Home: Chapter 1

Pairings: Chris x Fem. OFC Alaina (but basically named reader)

Summary: Alaina moves to Concord, MA for a fresh start. After a fateful run in at a local restaurant shortly after arriving to town, Alaina accepts a teaching job working with Carly and Shanna. The sisters are on a mission to play matchmaker between Alaina and Chris, but her family keeps trying to pull her home and to her childhood best friend Nick. Will Alaina find a new home and the fresh start she’s wanting?

Warnings: None–pure fluff. (Will update in each chapter)

Word count: 3,772

A/N- I do not give permission for my work to be copied, translated or posted on any site. Reblogs are always welcome!! I do not know Chris, this is purely fiction from my own imagination (and wishful thinking) THANK YOU SHANNON for grammar checking me!

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“Good Morning! Welcome to Kelly’s. Have a seat wherever you’d like and I’ll be right with you!” the waitress said, smiling warmly in your direction.

You made your way to a small table next to a window. You sat down and pulled out a copy of the visitor’s guide to the town, continuing to read through and familiarize yourself with the area. Your new home.

“Sorry about that,” the waitress that had greeted you said, smiling, “We got a little busy in the morning rush. It’s starting to calm down now. I’m Kelly, what can I get you to drink?”

“Please, no need to apologize.” you reassured her, smiling back, “I’m in no hurry. May I get a mocha latte please?”

“You sure can! Would you like whipped cream on that?” she asked.

“Yes, please, that sounds wonderful.” you replied.

After she left to get your coffee, you let your eyes wander around the diner, taking it all in. It was small, and had a very welcoming atmosphere. You had a feeling you’d be spending a lot of time here.

A family walked in as Kelly was bringing your coffee to you. They must come here often as Kelly directed them to their normal table, which was next to your own. They pushed a couple of tables together, one side of the table with chairs, the side nearest the wall had a bench.

“Have the whole crew today, Lisa?” Kelly asked on her way past, heading towards you.

“Just about.” she replied smiling. “Missing a couple. I sent a text to Chris letting him know it wasn’t busy, he may be joining.”

“Good!” Kelly replied. “The breakfast crowd cleared out and being a weekday, it’ll be pretty quiet for a few hours.”

She arrived at the table and handed you your coffee. “Here you go sweetheart,” she said, “Did you want to order a late breakfast?”

“I am still trying to decide what I’d like,” you replied, smiling, “Everything looks amazing, so I can’t decide.”

“No problem, take your time!” she said, glancing down at the visitor’s information spread out before you. “On vacation?”

“Actually, I just moved here.” you answered, “Still trying to get my bearings, learn what’s in the area.”

“Well welcome to Concord!” Kelly said cheerfully. “Where did you move from?”

“Chicago.” you replied. “This is a very nice change of pace and seriously refreshing.”

“That’s quite the move.” she agreed. “What brought you here?”

“I visited Boston with friends and fell in love with the area. I applied for some teaching jobs on a whim and was offered a job, so here I am!” you answered. “So far I have no regrets.”

“Hopefully it stays that way! I’ll give you some more time and check back in a few. Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.” she replied.

“Thank you!” you exclaimed, smiling as she walked away. You definitely made the right decision on towns if the interaction with Kelly was an indication of the people that lived here.

“Excuse me,” one of the women at the neighboring table interjected, “I don’t mean to be nosy or eavesdrop, but I overheard you say you’re new to the area and are a teacher?”

“No, it’s fine!” you reassured her, “Yes, I just moved here and will start work in a few weeks as a Special Education teacher.”

“I’m Carly by the way,” she introduced herself. “What grade level do you teach and which district?”

“I’m Alaina,” you replied, “I’ll be teaching high school. I was offered a position at Concord-Carlisle and at Lincoln-Sudbury. I actually have to make a decision this week and let them know.”

“Oh my God! I teach at Lincoln-Sudbury!” she exclaimed. “And my little sister Shanna teaches special education there too! We’re both at LSHS. If you’re leaning between the two, I highly recommend it. It’s where we all graduated from too.”

“I have to be honest, I was actually leaning that way. The students I’d be working with and the job description there just sounded more of what I’m looking for.” you confided.

“The kids are great!” Carly assured. “And you’ll get to work with some really cool people.”

“Then I guess I’ll be accepting the LSHS position!” you beamed. “Thank you so much!”

“I’m glad we were here today!” She laughed, “Although, this is one of my ma’s favorite places to eat, so we actually come often.”

“I have a feeling, I’ll be here a lot too.” you replied chuckling. “The coffee is amazing and it’s not far from where I’m renting.”

“When did you move to Concord?�� Carly’s mom asked. “I’m Lisa, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you!” you replied, “I actually just officially moved in two days ago. I’ve been unburrying from boxes, trying to get unpacked. This is the first time I’ve ventured out.”

“Wow, you really are new!” Lisa laughed, “You’re going to love it here. And I think I overheard you telling Kelly you’re from Chicago, so winters shouldn’t be too different!”

“Here I was, hoping to escape horrible winters.” you teased. “Honestly though, it’d be weird to not have snow.”

“Too early for talk like that!” Carly complained. “It’s not even officially fall yet! You’re in for a real treat though when fall hits.”

“That, I’m excited for!” you responded. “Especially Halloween, in New England! I will be going to Salem and doing all of the ghostly tours.”

“You’re going to love it!” Lisa said warmly.

Kelly came back, bringing out refills on their drinks, then headed over to you once more.

“Alright, sweetheart,” she winked, “Decision time. What sounds good today? I have a feeling I’ll be seeing you in here again, so you can always work your way through the entire menu and find out your favorites.”

“I definitely will be back, if only for the coffee alone!” you beamed, “I think today, I’ll go with…” just as you were about to give your order another customer walked in, catching your eye. You did a slight double take, not believing your eyes… was that… Chris Evans? Your face must have betrayed your shock, as Kelly chuckled.

“You’ll get used to seeing him around.” she assured you in a soft voice, winking again.

“Umm, sorry!” You shook yourself out of the shock. “I’d love the pancakes this morning, please.”

“Good solid choice.” She smiled, “I’ll get that started!”

On her way to the kitchen, she stopped by the table next to you, that you now realized consisted of Chris Evans’ family. You hoped none of them noticed your minor internal freakout or your pause in giving your order.

You busied yourself with the visitor’s guide once more, circling the places you wanted to try out and starting a list in a notebook you’d brought along. Time slipped past as you were focused on your task and soon, Kelly was bringing over a steaming plate of delicious looking pancakes.

“Enjoy!” She eyed your empty mug and inquired, “Can I get you another coffee?

“Actually, could I get a glass of ice water please?” you asked. “Any more coffee and I’ll be bouncing off walls.”

“Of course!” she replied, “I’ll be right back with that.” Once she walked away you dug into the pancakes. They were the perfect amount of fluffy and cooked to perfection. The syrup was warm and added just a little sweetness. You made a mental note that breakfast at Kelly’s would be a regular occurrence… at least on weekends once school started.

Before long, you finished your pancakes and Kelly came to collect your plate and drop the check. You dug your wallet out of your purse and pulled out your bank card. You made a note to switch to a local bank soon to make life easier.

After paying, you gathered your bag and tucked your guide and notebook inside.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your day exploring,” Kelly said, “Please don’t hesitate to come in at any time if you need anything.”

“You’ve been so helpful already, and welcoming,” you smiled warmly, “thank you so much.”

Noticing you were about to leave, Carly smiled and waved to get your attention. “It was very nice to meet you, Alaina! I can’t wait to work with you at LSHS!”

“It was nice meeting you too, Carly!” you smiled happily. “I’m glad I ran into someone to help make the decision on which school to teach at!”

“You won’t regret it!” she reassured you. “I promise.”

With another quick wave, you headed out the front door, into the warm summer air. You let out a deep breath, laughing slightly to yourself. Well that was an interesting turn of events, you thought, heading down the street toward the bookstore.

Chris couldn’t help but to glance back at the woman who left. He then turned to Carly and asked, “ Who was that?” He had been hiding behind his cup of coffee, glancing in her direction discreetly a couple of times. He was curious because most women would be gluing their eyes on him, which made him feel uncomfortable, especially since he was with family. Yet with the woman who had been sitting only mere feet away, she hadn’t been fixated about his presence.

“Her name is Alaina,” Carly replied, trying not to show surprise on her face when Chris piped up. “She just moved here from Chicago. She’s a teacher and will be starting at LSHS this fall.”

“She’s very sweet.” Kelly added, bringing food to the table. “I hope to see more of her here.”

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That afternoon after stopping in the bookstore, you went home to finish unpacking and setting up your apartment. Once you felt your living space was organized the way you wanted it, you decided to call both districts back to let them know your decision. You made sure to thank Concord-Carlisle for the opportunity but that you just didn’t feel it was the best fit at this time. You’d learned as a teacher, you never want to burn bridges you may need later down the road.

The principal at LSHS was ecstatic to hear you were accepting the position and wanted to set up a time for you to come in the following week to fill out all of your new hire paperwork, meet a few coworkers, and have time to see and set up your classroom. With that taken care of you decided to call and check in with your family.

They’d worried about you moving so far from home not knowing anyone. For you, it was a fresh start, something that was very much needed. You did, however, promise to check in regularly.

“Hey sweetie!” your mom answered on the second ring. “How’s everything going? Are you all settled in?”

“Hi, Mom!” you replied, smiling contently at the sound of her voice. “Everything is great! I just accepted the job offer from Lincoln-Sudbury High School.”

“You didn’t want the one right there in the same town you live in?” she asked.

“It was a good offer as well, but I actually met someone today who works for LSHS as a teacher and she highly recommended the school.” You explained, “I figured if someone who teaches there loves it and recommends it, it’s a good place to work.”

“That makes sense.” she agreed. “I’m glad you’re meeting people already. We worry about you being alone out there. I ran into Nick at the store the other day. He asked about you.”

“Mom…” you groaned. Your mom had been trying to push you towards Nick for as long as you could remember. He was one of your best friends growing up, and you loved him dearly, but in the same way you loved your brother Ryland. You were pretty sure Nick felt the same way towards you. Much to your parents’ dismay. Both of your moms had been trying to make something happen between the two of you for as long as you could remember.

“I know, I know,” she sighed, “but you would be perfect for one another… and neither of you are in a relationship.”

“Yeah, that’s a great reason to date someone.” you retorted with sarcasm. “I love Nick, just like I love Ry… definitely nothing romantic there.”

“Fair enough.” she acquiesced. “I did tell him to give you a call though, I hope that’s ok.”

“Of course!” you said happily. “I miss him. I miss you all, but this is going to be good, Mom. I know I’m going to be happy here.” Reaffirming to yourself, you had made the right decision by moving to Concord.

“That’s all we want.” she said. After a short pause, she inquired, “So, what have you all visited so far?”

You told your mom about the town and about your encounter at Kelly’s.

“Everyone has been so nice here, it’s actually refreshing!” you informed her.

“You’ll have to make a list of places for us to visit.” she suggested. “Your dad and I are going to try to fly out for a visit this fall. I know Ry wants to come visit as well and check on his baby sister.”

“I’d love for you all to come visit. You’ll love it here.” you replied.

After getting caught up on all the gossip from home and promising to call again in a few days, you said your goodbyes.

Realizing you still hadn’t gotten groceries, you decided to make a list and head out to pick up some. It was almost dinner time so you planned on picking up something quick on your way home.

There was a Whole Foods that wasn’t too far from where you lived, so you decided to head there for groceries. It’s where you generally shopped back home too, so it would be familiar.

An hour and a car full of groceries later, you’re ready to head home to get it all sorted. You decide sushi sounds good, and you place an order quickly so you can pick it up on your way home. Before pulling out of the parking lot, you enter the address into your phone’s GPS as you’re still learning to navigate your way around.

You pulled into a parking spot near the restaurant about fifteen minutes later. You quickly made your way into the restaurant and paid for your order. On your way out, another customer was coming in. Noticing that your hands were full, he backed up and held the door so you could get out.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly, finally looking up. Your heart stopped in your chest when you came face to face with a smiling Chris Evans. The man should come with a warning label. His smile was even more dangerous in person than in pictures or on the screen.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, taking note it was the woman from the diner when he was there with Carly and his mom. “Enjoy your dinner.”

“Hope so!” you replied, recovering from the initial shock. “First time here.”

“You won’t regret it.” He assured you, “I order from here a lot.”

“It’s gotta be good then.” You smiled, “Enjoy your dinner as well.”

Once you were safely back in your car you allowed yourself to take a calming breath. You’d just had a seemingly normal exchange of words with Chris Evans and you didn’t sound like a complete idiot. You smiled, starting your car. I think I can get used to this you said to yourself as you pulled away.

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Two weeks into living in Concord and you definitely had a routine. You stopped most mornings at Kelly’s for coffee, and a couple days a week you’d allow yourself the luxury of eating breakfast there as well. You’d had a few more run-ins with Chris around town, Kelly had been right, you do in fact get used to seeing him. Your heart still sped up when you saw him but you no longer froze or forgot to breathe.

You had plans today to go over to the high school and start to get your classroom set up. You’d been in the week before to fill out paperwork but hadn’t taken the time to do anything other than look at your room. With school starting in a couple of weeks, it was time to get your space set up. Your backseat and trunk were full of boxes from your last classroom, ready to be set up in your new space. Carly had gotten your number from the school and had called to let you know she’d be in her room this week too and to stop by when you were in the building. Before going in though, you stopped at Kelley’s to grab an iced coffee and something quick to eat.

“I hope you’ll still pop in when you’re back at work, Alaina.” Kelly said. “You’ve become a bright spot in my day when you come in.”

“You’re the sweetest,” you replied, “I promise to still come in at least for coffee and will eat breakfast at least once on the weekend.”

“I have to say, I’ve been seeing more and more of a certain someone in here since you moved to town too.” she teased. “And as much as I want to believe it’s for the coffee or food, I’m starting to suspect otherwise.”

“I’m sure it’s more to do with your amazing coffee and food than it is with me.” you laughed, shaking your head, unsure to believe her words. Why would Chris Evans be looking for you? If that indeed, was the case.

“And speak of the devil,” she chuckled, glancing at the door. You looked over to see Chris walking into the diner. “Have a seat wherever, hon,” Kelly said, winking at Chris, “I’ll be right with you.”

“No rush!” he assured her, heading to the counter where you were sitting. He had a Red Sox hat on and was in jeans and a tight fitting t-shirt. He sat down at the counter, leaving a space between the two of you.

Your phone dinged, alerting you to a new message. Grateful to have something to busy yourself with, you picked it up and read the message.

Carly: Hey! I just got to the school, if you need help with anything let me know! Want to grab some lunch later?

You smiled, thankful to have a friendly face in the building when you got there. Besides the principal, Carly was really the only one you’d had a chance to meet so far.

You: Hi! I’m just picking up some coffee and a quick breakfast at Kelly’s then I will be headed that way. Lunch sounds great! Thanks!

You glanced up as Kelly came back with your iced coffee and to take Chris’ order.

“Here you are, sweetheart.” she said. “Your food will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Thank you so much!” you replied, smiling, “I’m not in a hurry today. Just setting up my classroom.”

You took a sip of the iced coffee, as your phone dinged again.

Carly: Shanna is going to join in on lunch too, you’ll get to meet her!

You: Great! Looking forward to it.

Both your phone and Chris’ phone dinged at the same time. You glance down, seeing a new group text that Carly sent along with two numbers you didn’t know.

Carly: Do we want to go out somewhere for lunch or order in here?

Unknown: Carly, it’s 8:30 in the morning. I’m only up because I’m being coerced into helping you, so I’m focused on BREAKFAST right now.

Carly: ‘Coerced’ is such a strong word. You won’t regret it though. ;)

Unknown: My question is, who’s bringing coffee?? It’s too early to be at work when we don’t have work.

Carly: Alaina is at Kelly’s I think…

Unknown: Already on it Shan. Alaina?

You: That’d be me.

Carly: Oops. Shan, Chris… meet Alaina. Alaina… meet my siblings. Shanna works with us. Chris is here for his heavy lifting ability and free labor.

Kelly approached and placed a bag with your food in front of you. “Here you are, sweetheart,” she said. “Do you need a refill before you head out?”

“I’m good!” you replied, “Too much caffeine and I’ll be climbing the walls in my classroom instead of decorating them.”

“Alright then,” she smiled, “have a good day, and I expect to see you here again soon.”

“You will!” you promised. “I hope you have a good day as well!”

Before you could grab your bag and head out, Chris looked up from his phone and smiled at you. He had seen you around town the past couple of weeks, your name a ghost in his mind. Yet he confidently remembered your soft features because of the secret glances he had sent your way at the diner weeks ago.

“You must be Alaina?” he asked, holding his phone up slightly towards you, delighted he was finally rewarded with your name once again.

“That’s me,” you replied, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You really needed to build an immunity to this man and his effect on you. “You must be one of the unknown numbers.”

“I’m Chris, the free labor and muscle for my sister, Carly.” he laughed, “It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“You too!” you responded, smiling back at him. You were unsure of what else to say, so you picked up your order, readying yourself to leave. “Enjoy your breakfast. If you want revenge for having to be up early, you can always deliver their breakfast and coffee cold…”

“You know, I should do that.” he agreed. “At least to Carly… Shanna is an innocent bystander in this one.”

“I will deny all knowledge of this conversation ever happening.” you teased. “I’m new here, can’t make enemies just yet.”

“Your involvement will be kept strictly classified.” he promised you, laughing.

“I guess I’ll be seeing you again later,” you said, gathering your bag and coffee, “Hopefully Carly doesn’t work you too hard before lunch.”

“I’ll definitely see you later.” he replied, flashing his megawatt smile. “If you need any help with any heavy lifting, just text the group text and I’ll come help.”

“Thank you!” you replied. You released a soft laugh, “You may regret offering that later.”

“I highly doubt it.” he muttered, elated you might take him up on his offer. “The company would be worth it.”

After saying goodbye, you made your way to your car. You couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face the entire drive to Sudbury, his last words to you echoing in your mind.

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waywardodysseys · 3 years

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I’m so excited for this story!!!

New Story!!! Coming Soon!!!!!

Chris x Fem. OFC Alaina (but basically named reader)

(I suck at summaries lol)

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waywardodysseys · 3 years

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Nothing like mile high punishment sex!

Hot and fantastic as always!

Ray ✈️ 💰 📚

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Flying Fuck

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, rough punishing quickie in an airplane bathroom Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: ✈️💰📚 (key words are in bold)

For what feels like the thousandth time during this car ride, seated in the passenger side, your painfully OCD boyfriend adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose as he anxiously fidgets. “We could just slow down a little bit.”

Rather than letting up the gas you fucking hit it. “Oh and miss our flight? End up stranded at Heathrow all damn night? Don’t be an idiot.”

“We’ll book another if we miss it. Love, you’re way over the speed limit.”

You really couldn’t give less of a shit. “And what of it? You think I can’t afford a speeding ticket?”

Ray winces as you whiz right past the traffic light ahead, moments before it flashes red. He’s let you drive his precious car for once and this is how he gets fucking rewarded. “Just because you can afford it, doesn’t mean you should speed toward it. Had I known you’d be so reckless I’d have insisted on driving us instead.”

“Well I’d be driving at a reasonable rate, if we weren’t running so damn late. If you’d not spent ten hours packing all our luggage full of useless books that you’ve already read.”

Glancing up from the volume he’s currently reading, Raymond frowns in disapproval of your insult and your speeding. “Look, I’ve told you that these valuable books contain—”

“You’re just a nerd Raymond, I know that and you don’t have to explain. A softcore gangster with a strange college professor complex going on or something.” Hit the brakes as you approach a railroad crossing. Tap your fingers on the steering wheel while scowling in impatience at the slowly passing train.

Ray seems more than a little miffed at the ‘softcore’ shit so he suddenly goes harder on your ass. “Now once this train has passed, you need to calm your fucking tits and for the love of God just stop driving so fast. I’m serious Y/N. I won’t say it again.”

“Don’t be a drag.” You roll your eyes at him as the train crawls at a toad’s pace across the tracks and fucking lags. “If I cause damage to your precious car I’m sure you can afford all the repairs required, or even a replacement if your little heart desires, Mr. Moneybags.”

“You think I’d give a damn about the car if you go off and get yourself killed crashing straight into a truck? You think I’d give a flying fuck?”

“I’m in the driver’s seat so calm your fucking tits Ray,” you imperiously say.

To let off all the steam from this quarrel—and more importantly to punish you for being such a bad girl—Raymond plans to give you one hell of a hardcore flying fuck later today.

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Of course you make your flight on time all thanks to your fast driving skills. Of course Ray doesn’t give you credit where it’s due and you don’t think he ever will. Just stony silence as he struts aboard and settles his fine ass into his first class seat with absolutely zero gratitude. So fucking rude.

Once the plane reaches cruising altitude… the fasten seatbelt sign flicks off and that’s his cue to punish you for your insufferable attitude.

With one quick gesture of his finger and that nasty little glimmer in his eyes of blue, you know exactly what your man wants you to do. There’s an unspoken code between you two. Especially when it comes to the critical business of getting screwed.

Needless to say you’d fucking love for Ray to pound you in the bathroom but you shrug it off like you’re not in the mood. Stay seated on your stubborn ass. “I’ll pass. I think I’d rather sit and wait till we get served some shitty plane food.”

But then… his dominant hand reaches in your lap all of a sudden. And unbuckles your belt for you since you won’t do it yourself. You could’ve tried a little harder to prevent that but you didn’t ‘cause deep down you’re just a desperate little bitch for him and really can’t be helped.

Ten seconds later you’re there waiting in the bathroom stall—another thirty seconds later Ray raps thrice against the door which you then open so that he can slam you up against the wall—so hard and fast your breath escapes you in a slutty little yelp.

He locks the door behind him quickly. Repositions you with your face pressed into the mirror up above the sink. The fucking hasn’t started yet already you feel so utterly filthy. Feel the thick throb of his cock grazing the bare cheeks of your ass under your short skirt before you can even blink.

Ray is the master of efficiency. The king of hardcore quickies. Though he loves to take his time with you when circumstance allows… he also knows exactly how to meet a limit: how to use his words and deeds to get you instantly aroused. Hit climax in less than a minute.

You forgot this was a punishment however—that means you don’t get the privilege to reach that peak of pleasure.

Ray makes sure that you remember.

“Next time you decide to be a little brat like that and fucking disobey…” he grunts—palm striking down upon your ass with a sharp smack—his other hand pulling your hair back—as he snarls into your ear all dark and dominant, slamming his cock into the tight slick of your cunt, “…you can be sure there will be fucking hell to pay.”

You’re such a whore for every savage thing he does and every word he has to say.

“Just like today,” he goes on, knowing you can take it, stripping your dignity naked, though the mirror shows you’ve still got all your clothes on. “Since you misbehaved that way… this naughty little cunt of yours won’t get to cum undone, till I’ve given permission.”

God, it’s torture, when your man sets such conditions. Does it often, knowing that’s what you get off on. Taking orders. Yielding to him in submission. It’s your God-given position.

“Are you going to be a good little bitch and fucking listen?”

He reaches his right hand around and hooks two of his fingers firmly in your jaw—so you can suck them as you nod and moan a breathless yes, your whole body a desperate trembling mess—the image in the mirror is the filthiest picture you ever saw.

There’s just something about such rough punishing sex here in the bathroom of a plane… this flying fuck is straight up driving you insane.

Typically Ray builds to your orgasm in seamless sync with his. But that’s not what this fucking is. Today he drops his load inside you hot and quick, and then pulls out his massive dick, pushing you down onto your knees to clean him off with one long lick.

Just one—though you want so much more—he’s done—he doesn’t let you touch yourself and cum where you kneel on the bathroom floor. That isn’t what today is for.

Maybe he’ll fuck you in the airport when you reach your destination but not one moment before. Of that you’re sure.

Till then you’ll have to ride the flight out with a flood of his thick creamy cum dumped in this dripping cunt of yours. Of fucking course. He knows you have needs and desires that are setting you on fire and he’s going to deliberately ignore.

When you were pushing all his buttons earlier, you should’ve known this punishment would be in store…

Maybe you did. Because you’re that much of a glutton for this shit. With Raymond Smith you’ll always be eager to get pounded and punished like a naughty little whore.

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waywardodysseys · 3 years

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Whew 🥵

Ransom’s going to be the cause of my demise. And I’m not going to mind it one bit. 😏

For your NSFW headcanon ficlet…

How about Ransom keeping you on the edge until you can’t handle it anymore? Along with having that smug smirk on his face.

Oh, we love this asshole. ❤️

"Sopping wet and ready to come," Ransom mocked as his fingers kept sliding between your folds, hearing your wetness continue to build like it had for the last hour. "Cry for me, pumpkin."

Frustrated tears shined on your lashes as you glared at him, your body shaking in building pleasure and rage. "Let me come, you fucking prick!"

Ransom smirked as he bunched up your panties with his other hand, shoving them in your mouth as he said, "Get a taste of yourself first before you choke on my cock... and then I might let you come."

#ransom drysdale headcanon #ransom drysdale x reader #5 sentence ficlet #ransom drysdale #fic rec #reblog

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Fantastic and hot as always!!!

Ray ☃️ ☕️ 🎲

Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗

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No Means Snow

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex in the snowww (I know that’d be uncomfortably cold lol just go with it tho) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: ☃️☕️🎲 (key words are in bold)

“Ray, just roll the damn dice.”

Pour some sugar on top with a please but the answer is no ‘cause the man’s cold as ice.

He’s as frigid as Frosty the Fucking Snowman but not nearly as nice.

For the past few minutes, you’ve been playing a game of backgammon at Mr. Smith’s table but find that the fun of the game has diminished. Though you came on business, a bitch of a blizzard has started outside and you can’t leave until that shit’s finished.

Through the evening you’ve spoken about business terms over steaming hot cups of black coffee and his finest tea… then switched over to boardgames and whiskey… to loosen your nerves as the sexual tension between you built till you could choke on the thickness. So now you suggest you should play strip backgammon instead; Ray just sits there and shakes his bespectacled head, as if that’d be ridiculous.

“I know you want this as badly as I do…” you claim, goading him without shame; you can tell that it’s true and won’t let him deny you. Fuck him if he won’t play the game. And you’ll fuck him alright, by the end of the night—you will have him inside you.

Ignoring the rules of the game you’ve proposed, you stand up from the table and start stripping out of your clothes. Know the door isn’t closed. You just slowly unbutton your blouse and it’s clear his resolve is beginning to break, the stronghold of his self-control starting to shake, which is something Ray Smith fucking loathes.

Points his finger at you as he speaks in his Lord of the Manor tone, quite unamused with the brazen behavior you’ve shown. “Don’t.”

Looks like he’s afraid that you’ll actually take off your blouse—carry on until you’re fully naked in his house—without his permission. The truth is you won’t. You just want him to yield in submission. It hits you this instant that you may have been overconfident, thinking that he would give in by the time all your buttons were finally unbuttoned… he doesn’t. You’ve reached the high point of your act of seduction, and he repeats don’t. You’ve not managed to win over Raymond. The sting of rejection leaves you feeling like a desperate defeated little cunt.

“Right,” you huff as you quickly re-button your top. Glancing out through the window you see that the storm has abated to snowfall that’s gentle and light, though it hasn’t yet stopped. Surrender as you realize Ray Smith is too righteous for you to corrupt. Maybe he’s just uninterested but for the sake of your pride you’d much rather believe he’s too fucking uptight. “Well, I bid you a good fucking night.”

The frigid bastard furrows his brows as you hasten to gather your shit together. “Miss Y/N, you are not stepping out in this weather.”

“It’s just a damn flurry. Don’t worry.”

“But why such a hurry?”

“Our business is done and you’ve clearly no interest in pleasure. I should’ve known better.”

“It’s frightfully cold out this evening—”

“I’m leaving.”

You storm out the door, not yet knowing that Frosty the Fucking Snowman will soon make you his little snow-whore.

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“You really ought to stay!” Raymond shouts as he rushes out after you through the front doorway.

Across heaps of fresh fallen snow you keep stomping away. You don’t care what the man has to say. “I said good fucking night, Ray!”

In his view, this is not a good fucking night if you’re leaving believing that he doesn’t want you. That he had no stake in the game you were trying to play. That shit couldn’t be farther from true, and that isn’t okay.

He just wanted to drag out the wait a bit longer—make you squirm and struggle though he knew he’d give in to you at the end of the day. But out in the cold as he chases you down now the heat of his hunger burns stronger, and he knows it’s something he has to convey.

He’s ordered you to stay yet you’re clearly not doing as told. “For fuck’s sake you’ll get sick in this cold!” he scolds, catching up to you and grabbing your upper arm in a firm hold.

“My health isn’t your goddamn concern so forget it—I’ll deal with it. All I’m fucking sick of is being an idiot,” you reply bitterly, taken a bit by surprise with the intensity of his touch as he pushes your back up against a nearby tree.

Through your thick winter coat you can feel the rough ridges of bark. Behind his polished glasses blue eyes glow flame-bright in the snow-spattered dark. Between you and Ray burning stark through the cold of the night is a fiery hot spark.

He turns dangerously dominant all of a sudden now that you’ve both felt it ignite. “And I’m sick of your stubborn ass trying to run off and hide. You are staying the night and I won’t have you put up a fight. Swallow your fucking pride, and just come back inside.”

… well, shit. That was mad fucking hot, and his bossiness turns you on more than a little bit. But you find you can’t swallow this big block of pride that you’ve got. Of course you would much rather swallow his cock and you choke at the thought. “Pride has nothing to do with it.”

Snickers in silent laughter as he knows that you lied. “Now you are being truly an idiot.”

“You’re the one telling me no, then objecting when I try to go!” you point out, heated words forming white clouds around you like steam from a spout. “Do you think it makes any damn sense that you chased me out into the snow?”

Pushes you harder into the tree and just like all the flurries still falling your senses start to spin and swirl. His tongue curls up to lick a snowflake off his stiff upper lip which then lifts in a devilish snarl. “Oh, I think it makes all the damn sense in the world. You gave up on the game far too easily earlier, you silly girl.”

You’re so done with his teases and taunts. Before he wouldn’t dare roll the dice and kept telling you don’t. Now he’s here, sneering all of the opposite signals straight into your ear… and you wish you could take what he’s giving you now but you won’t. Need him to spell it out crystal clear. “Well I’m sick of the game so tell me what you want.”

“I think you know full well what I want. What we both want,” Ray states with a ravenous grunt.

You then gasp as he grinds himself into you till you can feel something—through all these layers of clothing—the rock solid bulge of his length pressing into your front.

The man isn’t afraid to be blunt: “… want this big fucking cock slamming deep in your sweet little cunt.”

Once he says it there’s only one way for the evening to go. Neither one of you has any patience to make it back into the warmth of his home so… he gives you his big fucking cock right out here up against the rough bark of the tree amidst flurries of snow.

It’s a general rule that dicks shrink in the cold—or at least so you’re told—thankfully for you both, Mr. Smith lives above all the rules though. This man is a player who transcends the game and now you fucking know.

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waywardodysseys · 3 years

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Reblogging for tags:

@random066 @sociallyantisocialbutterfly @pascalisthepunkest @caitlincat-95 @longitud-de-onda @arrowswithwifi @earl-01 @kaelyn-lobrutto24 @readsalot73 @knight-of-heart44 @stardust-and-starlight @x-wingwarriorbbpoe8 @halefirewarrior @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @ezraslittlebirdie

Voice - Oneshot

Pairing: Ezra x female mute!reader

Warnings: cussing, angst, spoilers for Prospect

Requested?: Yes from this ask - I loved Speak!!’ Ezra is such a dad. Maybe when your done with all your other requests can you do a part 2 where it’s set after the movie where they make it to the station and Ezra teaches her how to speak and maybe she tells him why she didn’t talk. You could come why she didn’t talk before

Author’s note: I slightly changed it to where she knows how to speak yet refuses.

Rating: PG-13

Speak - Part One; Pedro Pascal Masterlist

I don’t give permission for my work to be posted on another site with the exception of tumblr and AO3 (where I post the stories myself). If you find it elsewhere then it has been stolen.

After finally getting off the Green by ambushing a group of people to obtain their vessel, you, Cee, and Ezra make it back to the station. Medical personnel were there to greet the three of you. You and Cee watched as Ezra was carted off to have his arm further examined while you and Cee sat in the medical bay, only for observation and to get the two of you fed and hydrated.

Cee consoled you, “It’s okay, Y/N. We are fine. We’ll make it; we’ll survive. We always do.”

You had simply nodded, taking in more food and water. You then sighed and signed, “I know.” It felt as though you haven’t eaten and drank in years when it had only been a couple of weeks since the last decent meal you shared with your father and Cee on the Green before your father died.

The captain had come by to inform you and Cee, Ezra was doing fine and would eventually be given a prosthetic arm since he was an essential digger. She also informed the two of you, you and your older sister could use some rest before you started work back on the station and Cee left for the next departure to another planet to find resources to keep the station afloat until it returned to Earth in three months.

Keep reading

#tag list #been a long time #sorry to disturb anyone

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I loved Speak with Ezra. I remember someone request part 2. I can’t wait for it to come out. But please take your time.

Here you go Anon!

https://waywardodysseys.tumblr.com/post/659457880890687488/voice-oneshot

#anon ask #speak oneshot #sequel #voice oneshot #ezra prospect fanfiction #ezra prospect #better late than never #answered

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Voice - Oneshot

Pairing: Ezra x female mute!reader

Warnings: cussing, angst, spoilers for Prospect

Author’s note: I slightly changed it to where she knows how to speak yet refuses.

Rating: PG-13

Speak - Part One; Pedro Pascal Masterlist

I don’t give permission for my work to be posted on another site with the exception of tumblr and AO3 (where I post the stories myself). If you find it elsewhere then it has been stolen.

Cee consoled you, “It’s okay, Y/N. We are fine. We’ll make it; we’ll survive. We always do.”

You had simply nodded, taking in more food and water. You then sighed and signed, “I know.” It felt as though you haven't eaten and drank in years when it had only been a couple of weeks since the last decent meal you shared with your father and Cee on the Green before your father died.

Once you and Cee were cleared from the medical bay, you made your way back towards your living quarters, which was going to feel smaller yet bigger since it was just you and Cee now. The two of you didn’t do much for the first day back except sleep, which your body desperately needed since you had barely slept a wink since Ezra walked into you and your sister’s life down on the Green.

You thought about Ezra often. Wondering how he’s doing, wondering what he’s doing. You had spoken in front of him, something you hadn't done in ages since you could remember. Yet you do remember...you and Cee had just lost your mother and you blamed yourself, even though Cee never blamed you for her death, she always blamed your greedy hungry father for her death. You were closer to your mother whereas Cee was close to your father, mainly because Cee enjoyed going on digs and you preferred to stay behind and work on what you do best - the station’s comms system.

It’s where Ezra finds you, one day, while he’s roaming the station, trying to get his bearings back along with using the prosthetic arm the station’s doctor got him. “Afternoon, Y/N,” he remarks, his brown eyes looking at you. “Though we never know what time of day it really is up here.”

You simply nod and continue working. Getting your hands in between wires, fingers feeling them, as you make sure they are plugged into the right component. You feel Ezra hovering over you, so you look at him and motioned him to go away but he stays.

“I just wanted to see how you’re doing,” he informs you. “I ran into Cee in the mess hall.” He begins to ramble, “I guess I should watch out for the two of you. Seeing as I,” he lowered his voice to utter, “killed your father.” His voice returns to its deep timbre, “Yet he deserved it; he was tryin’ to swindle me, and I didn’t like that.”

You know he’s yammering on; most people do when they found out you don’t respond, don’t speak. It’s not like you were born with a disability, you choose not to speak because of your voice because it’s what caused...you shake your head pushing aside the thought before you truly think of it.

“What?” Ezra’s voice draws you out of your haze.

You look at him and sign, “Nothing. Please...let me work.”

“I’ve been learning more sign language since I’ve been held up.” He pauses. “Vids...even Cee. I might not know much now but eventually, I will, and we can have an actual conversation.” he chuckles, thinking the two of you will be like two peas in a pod.

“Great,” you sign with a bit of sarcasm in your motion. Of course, Cee would visit him. She and Ezra got along tremendously.

Ezra chuckles, “Even though you didn’t say it, I can feel the disdain you have.”

You roll your eyes and find the tablet needed. You begin to move your fingers against the touch screen, feeling at peace because this is what you do best. Your throat itches to speak, you had done it once before in his presence, but it was after he had helped you and he wasn’t being helpful this go around. You wish he’d just go away.

“I want to do what’s best for you, and Cee. Let me be your guys’ keeper. Gods, that sounded horrible. I mean, let me watch out for the two of you since you have no one.” Ezra declares.

Keeper? The word sticks out like a sore thumb. You’ve had enough of the man and want to return to your solitude. You place the tablet aside then stand. You sign, “You know nothing about me and Cee. As you mentioned you killed our father, yet...yet you did watch out for us afterward.” Your breath is heavy from signing furiously. “Just because you are an adult does not make you, our parent.”

Ezra swallows. He barely understood any of the signs since you moved your hands hurriedly. He knows you want to speak; you did speak to him though it was only once. “Look,” he licks his lips, knowing he’s never once done what he’s about to do, “I’m sorry. I...I didn't mean to intrude. I was simply helping you and Cee. I’ll leave you alone.”

You watch him walk away with a hung head. Did you just watch and hear Ezra express feelings, other than greed? You shake off the thought then return to your work. You don't need another parent. You had two and they were gone. All you have is Cee, no one else matters.

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Time passes by quickly as you continue with your work on the station. You don't mind it though since Cee has accompanied Ezra on a couple of digs. Cee had been hesitant to leave you alone, but you informed and reassured her you would be fine. After all, working on the station’s comms made you feel at ease, it brought you back to yourself once again.

Ezra stayed away from you. Only doing simple greetings if he ever crossed your path. You had ignored him since the fleeting moment you had shared deep within the station when you yelled at him through your hasty hand movements. Cee could sense something was off when the three of you sat in the mess a couple of times eating dinner. She didn't press either of you about what had happened, fearing it would evoke an argument. Though it didn’t stop her from divulging information to Ezra when he told her about the confrontation when they were on a dig together.

“She’s the youngest. So, I must watch out for her. But she is the smarter one,” Cee had chuckled. “She loved learning about everything, didn’t want to get her hands dirty,” Cee had informed him. “Y/N was close to our mom. I was close to our father, we always enjoyed going on digs. My sister stayed behind to work on the station cause our mom worked on the station. She followed in our mom’s footsteps, I followed in our father’s.”

Ezra had glanced at Cee, acknowledging why Y/N was defensive with him all those many moons ago. “She’s protective of you, and herself.” Ezra had chuckled and shaken his head. “She’s in her element back on the station.”

“She is,” Cee had replied. “It’s her world, her comfort zone. And the digs are mine.”

Ezra had only nodded in response, realizing he had disrupted you in your element. He hadn’t pressed Cee for anything else after that.

Ezra now moseys about the station. The months have flown by and in a few days, they would be returning to Earth and as Cee informed him on their last dig, she and Y/N would be going to see their family and he was more than welcomed to accompany them. He liked the idea of a found family, especially since he had looked after Cee and Y/N, though it was mainly Cee. He never had much of a family growing up and now he had one.

But an eerily feeling plagued Ezra. He had to make amends with you; he had to make sure you and he were on good terms before going on another journey to who knows where to meet the people who’ve helped raise you and will continue to raise you since both of your parents are gone.

He finds you in the belly of the station as he had done all those days ago. “Y/N,” he utters as he approaches, keeping up his defenses, afraid you might attack with your quick signage.

You stop what you’re doing and look at the man. His hair is slightly shaggier now; the blond speck is still present. The beard covering his face seems to be thicker with hints of gray. “What?” you sign. You knew he was tagging along with you and Cee once the station touched down on Earth. You had been mad at Cee for days on end until you realized you couldn't persuade her to uninvite Ezra.

“I...I,” Ezra stammers, unsure of what to say. He ponders, “Why can’t you use your voice to talk?”

You sign slowly, “Why...does...it...matter...to...you?”

He had learned enough sign language he could almost be fluent in it, especially since Cee helped him. They didn't have much else to do on digs when they found gems. “Cee said you were close to your mother. She says you blamed yourself for the longest time.”

“If it wasn’t for me, she’d be alive,” you sign, not holding back since Cee and Ezra have spent an abundance of time together. “I feel responsible.”

“What happened?” Ezra inquires. He then signs, “Use your voice. Please.”

Tears sting your eyes. It was because of your voice she had died. You avert your eyes and begin moving your hands out of habit, “My father…” You stop yourself and lower your hands. “She,” your voice cracks; it’s hoarse and your throat grimaces at the sensation of speaking. You wipe away your tears. “My father asked her to come along on a dig, years ago. She didn't want to go down; she loved the station yet he persuaded her, and I wasn't old enough to remain on my own so I went as well.” You pause, remembering the details. “We ran into trouble. Dad told us to keep quiet, Cee and I. Mom was back at the campsite. It wasn't far from where we ran into a group trying to hijack Dad’s cache of gems.” You pause again.

Ezra takes a step forward, “It’s okay, Y/N. You can tell me.”

You look at Ezra; your eyes glazed over with tears. “Because of my voice, she died. If I...if I hadn’t spoken she would still be alive.” You begin to sob, “I had to warn her! I couldn’t lose her. The three of us couldn’t lose her! But Dad…,” your voice becomes incoherent because your sobs are uncontrollable.

Ezra gathers you gently in his arms, hugging you as softly as Cee has always done. He pets your hair soothingly, “It’s not your fault. Never was your fault.” He knows it was her father’s. If it wasn’t for that bastard, Cee and Y/N’s mother would still be alive. He pulls you apart from him. “It was your father’s. And I am sorry you lost her. Sorry, you lost a true parental connection when she was taken away from you.”

You nod profusely, wiping at your tears with the long sleeve shirt you have on. You hated being emotional even for a person of your young age.

“I promise nothing will happen to you. I will protect you and Cee. You two are the only family I have,” Ezra lopsidedly smiles, pulls faintly back, and looks at you, “and I’ve never really had a family before. So, this is new for me. But I want to let you know, you and your sister will be protected, taken care of.” Ezra searches your eyes, “I am not replacing your parents. They will always be your parents.”

“I know,” you cry softly, finding reassurance in his words.

“Good.” He hugs you again. “The three of us will always have each other.”

And he was right. All three of you had one another, whether on Earth or back in the Great Beyond. The three of you are family and you had the one thing back you thought lost forever - your voice.

#voice oneshot #ezra prospect #ezra prospect fanfiction #speak oneshot #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #anon request #prospect movie #ezra x you #ezra x reader #ezra x y/n

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Hope you are doing well! ❤️❤️

Anon,

I’m doing good. Thank you for asking!

I hope you’re doing well in return!

Much love to you, whoever you may be. ❤️❤️❤️

#i love you anon #answered

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Loving this story so much! ❤️❤️❤️

Isabella's Dress...Chapter 4

Summary: You must take your daughter to Boston for treatment. You will be staying at Christopher’s Haven for at least 6-8 weeks during that time. During a costume party, a chance meeting with your daughter and Chris Evans changes her life, but will it change yours too?

Pairings: You, your daughter Isabella, and Chris

Warnings: None. Just some good old fluff and a moments of worry

Words: 274 (end of chapter 3) 1579 this chapter

A/N: I just love where this series is going. I love the characters and Belle’s sweet innocence despite everything including having treatment.

This was looked over, but who knows with me. Thank you to everyone who continues to read, re blog, and comment on my work.

My work is not to be posted on any other website, copied, or recreated without my consent.

***the previous day***

“Well, I guess I should be going. Tell Belle we can swing by my house tomorrow so she can meet Dodger. If that is okay with you. I just love spending time with you both, especially Belle. Like I said before, I hope when I have a daughter, she is just like her. Which brings me to the kiss.” You see him getting tense and decide to jump in.

“Chris there is nothing to worry about. Please do not stress over it. And for what it is worth, it was a very nice kiss. I know that Belle loved seeing us kiss.” You chuckle a little feeling your heat raising in your body.

Chris just smiles at you while putting his hands in his pockets “Ok with that, I will head out. So, I will see you tomorrow around 9:00 so you can sleep in a little. Maybe we can head up to the North Shore to Salem and Gloucester too.”

“That would be wonderful Chris and thank you for allowing me to sleep in too. Thanks again so much for today and bringing some happiness to my daughter.” You move close to him before snuggling into his chest as he wraps his arms around you in a big hug. You feel him move his hand lifting your chin upward before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“Well until tomorrow, have a great night. If you need anything, please call me.” With that he opens the door as you close it. You bring your fingers to your lips savoring the kiss he just left there. Until tomorrow you say to yourself.

***the next morning***

Hearing your I-phone ding indicating a message you roll over to grab it from the nightstand. Chris’ name pops up saying he will get there right at 9:00 am. He informs you he has plans to take you two to the Salem Museum, Gloucester and Wingaersheek Beach. Wiping the sleepiness from your eyes, you notice that Isabella is still sleeping expecting her to be up already. You allow her to sleep a tad longer, as you leave to make some tea and pancakes.

As you are making the pancakes, the following day comes rushing back to you...how Chris is with Isabella, him holding your hand, and especially the kiss. That kiss was something…You bring your fingers to your lips savoring in the image that is now forever etched in your mind, but then reality hits when you hear Isabella sneeze.

Listening to hear if there is another one but nothing. Thank God you say to yourself as you worry if she is getting ill. Continuing with the pancakes, Isabella comes walking into the kitchen hugging you around your waist.

“Good morning mommy. Can I have chocolate chips with my pancakes please?” You nod to her as she walks over to the counter to get them helping you sprinkle them covering the pancake with chips.

“You think you have enough chips there Belle? You don’t want to get an upset tummy and ruin your day.” By the way, he said he will be here at 9:00 so why don’t you go and get ready while I finish making the pancakes. Make sure to wear something warm since Chris is taking us to a beach after Salem.” Bending down you place a kiss on her forehead as she runs into the bedroom.

With the pancakes on the plate, you hear Isabella sneeze again feeling that tightness in your chest. Not waiting another minute, you call the doctor explaining this waiting for his response. He reassures if she is not running a fever, she will be just fine. Thanking the doctor, you hang up the phone just as Isabella is walking into the kitchen again dressed in her Beauty and the Beast shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.

Wanting to know more about where Chris is taking you two today, you research Salem and Gloucester. Belle is just loving her pancakes as her mouth is covered with chocolate as you both laugh hysterically. Then you hear a knock on the door as you realize it is 9:00 and you still need to get ready.

Trying to wipe the chocolate off her mouth, she is too fast as she runs to answer the door. All you hear is Chris laughing as he walks back into the kitchen holding her before she kissing him on the cheek leaving chocolate on his face. Grabbing your phone, you snap a picture without either one of them knowing.

“Isabella, you have made a mess out of Chris’ cheek. Please get him a napkin to wipe it off.” Isabella looks at you then licks his cheek removing all the chocolate that was there.

Now all three of you are laughing as you excuse yourself to get ready apologizing for not being ready. Of course, Chris being the gentleman that he is says it is not a problem.

As you are getting ready, you hear Chris and Belle talking about something as Chris says her secret is safe with him. Wonder what kind of secret it is? Does it have to do with them, the two of you? You continue to get ready as you grab your sweater along with Belle’s.

After cleaning up the kitchen with Chris’ help too, you head out to his car ready for the day ahead. Then it happens…not one but two sneezes in a row. Belle looks at you with hopeful eyes not wanting to miss today with Chris. Placing your hand on her forehead you tell her if she is not running a temperature, she is fine, but still, she needs to slow down. Grabbing some children’s Tylenol just to be safe, Belle drinks it down ready to go now as she pulls Chris’ hand out of the apartment.

Once Belle is buckled in the back seat, Chris holds open the door for you as you get in. He closes the door walking over to the driver’s side. You can see Belle in the back rubbing her hands all over the leather. Once Chris is in the car you tell him it’s a beautiful car. He just shakes his head, placing his right hand on your knee before driving off.

As you drive, Chris puts on some Disney music when the Beauty and the Beast song comes on, Belle sings out as loudly as she can. Glancing over at Chris, you see him looking at her in the rear-view mirror smiling from ear to ear. He tilts his head towards you, as he leans over in his seat moving closer to you. His hand is now further up your leg, before he joins in singing. You gently place your hand on top of his giving him a smile.

Can this be any perfect?! You lean your head back listening to them sing not wanting to be anywhere else but here. The rest of the ride to Salem is happy with lots of singing and laughter.

Noticing that Belle dozed off, you arrive at the museum as Chris parks the car. Shaking her up, she stretches her hands above her head just as Chris picks her up and places her on his shoulders. She giggles leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

Once inside, her eyes are fixated on all the history about Salem and the witches. Chris tells her some information he knows as she hangs on every word he says. After a couple of hours there, Chris suggests getting lunch at the Village Tavern right next door.

Usually, you are cautious when eating in front of a man, however you are starving as you order a cup of New England Clam Chowder and the Bacon Brie burger. Chris orders the Blackened Swordfish Tacos, and Isabella settles on a grilled cheese with truffle fries. Once the food comes, you see Chris looking over at you as you look back with a raise eyebrow.

“What is there something wrong? Did I order the wrong thing? You slap his arm “Stop looking at me that way” Now feeling uncomfortable, Chris places his hand on top of yours.

“No there is nothing wrong. It is just all the women I go out with order a salad and pick at it afraid if they order something substantial, I will think something bad. It is just nice to see a woman not afraid to eat in front of me that’s all.” Chris moves in and kisses you on your cheek before smiling over at Belle. With that you dive into your burger as ketchup paints the sides of your mouth. Belle just laughs as Chris swipes the ketchup away with his finger before licking it clean.

For a moment, it is just the two of you staring into each other’s eyes, before you hear Belle clear her throat as she dives into her grilled cheese. The rest of the lunch is pleasant as Chris holds your hand under the table. You can feel your temperature rising as Belle watches with a gigantic smile on her face.

Once lunch is over, you drive to the beach worrying about the breeze coming from the coast. Giving Isabella her sweater, she runs off to play in the sand while looking for seashells. Chris clutches your hand as you walk close together watching Isabella having the time of her life.

Glancing over at Chris you turn to talk to him. “What were you two talking about before back at the apartment? Look like it was pretty serious if you ask me.” You chuckle a little waiting for his response.

“Oh, nothing to worry your beautiful head off. Isabella was just telling me some things that’s all. Again, you have one amazing daughter there and I would do anything to have one just like her.” Chris glances over at you, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Again, just as this moment was picture perfect, Isabella sneezes again and again. She looks over at you waiting for your response, but you decide not to make her worry. So, she continues to make her sandcastle as you and Chris take in the beautiful scenery. Time just flies by before you see Isabella rubbing her eyes indicating she is getting sleepy needing her afternoon nap.

Without a word, Chris scoops her up before she lets out a loud giggle. He wraps his arm around your waist pulling you in as you walk back to the car. Once Isabella is buckled in, you see her yawn hoping she will sleep on the car ride back.

The ride back is quiet so that Isabella can sleep but not without Chris holding your hand bringing it to his lips to kiss it occasionally. Arriving back at the apartment, Chris parks the car, as you go to get Isabella. You see that she is covered in sweat, as you feel her forehead burning up with fever. Chris sees the horror in your eyes picking her up in his arms. She moans something in his ear before he says we need to get her to the hospital now.

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