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I need you now

Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: after an accident, your cute neighbor takes care of you

warnings: mention of a car accident, reader gets an injection, has a broken arm, that's it, I think

word count: 3,6k

A/N: A sweet nonnie asked me to write some Evan fluff. My first thought was "Another WIP, I can't do that!" But then the little devil on my shoulder whispered "You always wanted to write for Evan!" And one sleepless night later, I had the plot for this in my head.

Hope you like it, nonnie!

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Slowly, you tried to open your eyes, but everything was just a blurry mix of colors. You realized you felt hot streaks running down your cheeks and assumed that tears must be the reason for your limited sight. Other than that, the only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your left arm. The kind of pain that suffocates all other senses.

You didn’t know how long you sat there but after some time your body moved. You blinked again and saw a blurred face hovering above you.

“Hey, ma’am, can you talk to me? What’s your name?” You wanted to nod but realized that your head wasn’t moving. With difficulty, you drawled out your name.

“Okay, that’s good! Are you experiencing pain right now? Do you recall what happened?” You told the guy about your arm and after some thinking you remembered being on your way to run some errands when suddenly there was a loud bang and your car spun around in circles. Then another bang. That was all you knew.

The man kept talking to you, his voice deep and soothing, even if you couldn’t follow what he was saying. Then you felt a sting on your other arm, followed by the sensation of ice running up your arm through your veins.

After this, everything got clearer with every minute. And the pain in your arm slowly faded. You opened your eyes once more, and now the face in front of you wasn’t blurry anymore. In fact, it was gorgeous. Sharp jaw, covered in maybe three days of hair growth. Dimples on his nose and on his chin. Blue eyes with lashes to die for watching you attentively. Oh, he’s cute. And somehow familiar. You heard a chuckle and realized you probably said this out loud. But you were still too dizzy to really care.

“Your arm is broken, but apart from that, you seem to be fine. We'll take you to the hospital, but I think there's not much to worry about. You'll get a cast and some painkillers for the next few days.”

Your gaze was still on the medic that was now sitting beside you. And you finally recalled why he looked so familiar.

He was the guy who ran by your kitchen window every morning. You had seen him the first day after you moved into your new home, he lived across the street from you.

“You're my neighbor,” you told him with a stupid smile on your face. So you were still a little confused because if you were thinking straight you would have been too shy to tell him.

He looked at you curiously, but then you saw how it clicked. “Yeah, the house with the blue door. You're the girl who moved in recently.” He gave you a warm smile. “I'm Evan.”

***

There was a knock on the door and you wondered who it could be. You didn't know anyone in this town and you hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was the police, wanting some more information about the guy that cut you off and hit your car.

But you would have never suspected to see Evan when you opened the door.

“Hey! I just wanted to check on you and see if you need anything.” His smile was adorable. You greeted him and let him in, even if you were painfully aware of how horribly you must have looked.

You told him that you were doing fine. You really did, considering the fact that you had a cast up to your shoulder and you were living alone, most of your stuff still packed away in boxes. So, objectively, you were probably not doing too fine.

And that's what Evan noticed, too, when he saw the plate with the left-overs of dry pasta and ketchup that you've been eating. You were on your way to grocery shopping when you had your accident, so your fridge was almost empty. Evan looked at you with a frown.

“And now the honest answer?” He was probably trying to look stern but you couldn't think of anything else as "puppy".

But you admitted that it would be helpful if he could get you some food and maybe he could also go find the box with your books because you were already bored as hell, not being able to do anything but sit around.

Evan opened the fridge and made mental notes of what was missing. Then he accompanied you to your bedroom and after opening some boxes, you finally had a book to spend some time with.

When Evan was gone to get your groceries, your mind went back to how his shirt was riding up his stomach when he reached for your boxes and you had gotten a glimpse at his toned abs.

You decided you needed to stop thirsting over the nice guy who only wanted to help you, so you carefully sank onto the couch. There was a cup of tea that Evan had made for you before he left and you sighed contently as you opened your book.

You were about fifty pages in when you realized that your brain had made the male protagonist in your story look like Evan. Maybe you should have been embarrassed, but to be honest, who could blame you? He was incredibly attractive and you were just a woman, not a saint.

You had just arrived at the scene where your book hero admitted his feelings to the oblivious main character and they shared a first kiss, when there was a knock on the door again.

And seeing the real Evan standing there, packed with bags, did so much more to your heart than the story you were reading. And the way he moved so comfortably around in your kitchen, stowing away the things he got for you, you couldn’t help but think that he really fitted well into your home. Damn, so you really had a crush on him!

You were trying to help Evan, but he took everything you picked up out of your hand, just asking you where to put it. When everything was put aside, you made your way to the door.

“Thank you so much, Evan. You really saved me today.” But Evan didn’t follow you. He kept leaning against the kitchen counter with his adorable smile only widening.

“I’m not done yet. You need to eat some real food. Let me cook something for you, please.” Now, that was unexpected. How could you say no to that? And so Evan started chopping vegetables while you sat back on the couch with your book, as he had insisted.

Soon the room was filled with the scent of the curry he was preparing for you. Every now and then you glanced over at him and your heart skipped a beat when he caught you and winked, dimples forming on his cheeks by the way he smiled.

You got up and eventually Evan let you help to set the table and then you both sat there with a plate of curry in front of you. Evan looked at you expectantly as you took the first bite.

“Oh my god! This is delicious. How can I ever make up for your help, Evan?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“You don’t have to make up for anything. I love cooking and having someone to share a meal actually makes it so much more fun.”

You chatted about your work and the town and whatever came to your mind while eating and everything felt just incredibly comfy and easy. Evan put the left-overs into your fridge so you could warm them up. And then, of course, he also took it upon himself to do the dishes. You wouldn’t let him, but he was having none of it.

But then he had put the last plate into the cabinet and it was about time for him to leave. You didn’t want him to, but you would have never told him. So he was standing on your porch, smiling at you. For a second, you considered if kissing his cheek was an option, but you didn’t dare.

“Thank you, Evan, really! You are my hero today.” To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and hugged you. It was a little awkward with your cast in the way, but nevertheless your heart skipped a beat when you felt his touch.

***

The next day you spent with more reading. And more daydreaming about the man who had turned your life upside down in an instant. You ate the rest of his curry around midday, and the memories of the last night its taste brought back were too sweet.

You had been sleeping on the couch for a while when you heard the knock on the door. Could this be Evan again? He hadn’t said anything about coming back yesterday.

You could have jumped for joy when he really stood there at your door.

“Hey! Are you hungry? I brought some steaks.” He held up a bag.

This time he actually let you help him. At least the little things you could manage to do with one hand. Evan cut the potatoes and vegetables and put them on a tray, while you were allowed to put the olive oil and herbs on top. When they were in the oven, you started to set the table while Evan took care of the steaks.

When you both sat at the table and you looked down on your plate, you started to laugh. Evan frowned but then he realized his mistake.

“Oh shit! I haven’t thought of that. Damn!” Quickly, he moved around the table and squatted down beside you. He took your cutlery and began to cut your steak and vegetables into small pieces, his arms wrapped around you and his chest pressed against your back.

You could feel his breath on your neck and it took all of your willpower not to turn your head and kiss him. Way too soon, all your food was chopped into small enough pieces and Evan was back in his chair. Again, talking to him was so easy and sitting there and eating with him next to you felt incredibly cozy.

Some of the pieces of food were a bit unruly and you had to fight to get them on your fork with one hand. Evan noticed and leaned over. He put them on his own fork and held it out for you. And damn, having this man feed you this delicious meal made you feel things. You watched his slender fingers wrapped around his fork moving to your mouth and you thought about what you wanted those hands to do to you.

After taking a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, you locked your eyes with Evan. And for the first time you noticed something in his gaze that told you that maybe you weren’t the only one that felt like this. Evan watched you with hooded eyes and licked his upper lip as you took another bite from him.

The rest of the time you spent eating, you dwelled on how to tell Evan about your growing feelings. This was all happening way too fast for your liking. And the fact that you couldn’t just ask him out on a date because you were forced to stay at home with that stupid cast, sitting here in an old shirt and sweatpants was utterly annoying. Without coming to any conclusion, you just helped Evan to put away the dishes he had washed and then he grabbed his jacket.

“Hey, can we share numbers? I thought that it would be a good idea. You could send me a text when you need something.”

‘I need you now’ probably wasn’t the text he had in mind, but it was the first thing that came into your mind, and somehow it felt good to know that you had the opportunity to do this if you ever were brave enough.

As you said goodbye to each other, this time you expected the embrace, so it wasn’t that awkward anymore. But Evan surprised you another time when his lips brushed gently over your cheek. “Good night. Tomorrow I have to work the evening shift. Would you mind if I got us breakfast?”

***

You hardly slept at all, pondering about your feelings and cursing about the cast that was in your way, no matter how you turned.

A look in the mirror after you got up made you curse even more. Damn! You managed to wash yourself and you could change your pants. But you just couldn’t get out of that stupid shirt and after three days in it, it was wrinkled and you thought it was smelly too. And your hair!

You tried to comb through it as good as possible with your good arm, but it still looked awful. You needed to wash it, but how? Taking a shower wasn’t an option, and you needed two hands to wash it in the sink or in the bath tub.

Long story short, you felt like shit. And thinking of Evan seeing you like this wasn’t improving your mood. Okay, he had seen you twelve hours earlier, and probably you didn’t look considerably worse. But twelve hours earlier, you hadn’t yet realized just how much you felt for Evan. At least you hadn’t admitted it to yourself.

Speaking of, there was the knock on the door.

“Hey! Good morning!” He greeted you with the smile that you had grown to love, but today you didn’t reciprocate. You barely nodded as you let him in. And of course Evan immediately knew something was off.

“Hey, are you in pain?” He guided you to sit on the couch and squatted down in front of you, switching to paramedic mode instantly. You shook your head but Evan didn’t let go of you. “What’s the matter? You’re not okay!”

Lacking of other ideas what you could tell him, you went for the truth. At least for half of it.

“I feel horrible. I need to get out of those smelly clothes and I really need to wash my hair.”

Evan let out a breath he was holding when he heard you.

“Oh, sweetheart! First of all, you’re not smelly.” He chuckled. “And I can help you with that. I’m a medic, if you forgot.” You hadn’t even thought of that option. And now it was too late to wonder if you were comfortable with Evan doing this for you. Because by now you knew how stubborn Evan was and he surely wouldn’t leave you without helping you.

He guided you to your bedroom. “Do you have a shirt with buttons or a zipper? It would be easier for you to undress with that.” He looked around in the chaos of boxes that were still spread over the room.

“I think there should be a zip hoodie in this one.” You pointed to a box standing on top of your bookshelf. Evan fished for it and started to browse through it. As you poked over his shoulder you realized your mistake too late. Evan carefully put your lingerie aside and acted as if he hadn’t seen it, though you noticed his ears reddening. Finally he held the hoodie in his hands.

That was when you recognized the next problem. You weren’t wearing a bra. You couldn’t let Evan help you into the hoodie with no bra on. There was just so much embarrassment you could endure. But you weren’t wearing a bra for a reason, you weren’t able to close the clasp, dammit.

“Uhm, I may need you to help me into a bra first.” You hid your timidity behind your hand. All of this was not at all how you had imagined getting closer to Evan. In fact, it was so absolutely awkward that it was almost funny. Almost!

Evan’s ears reddened further, even if he told you that this wasn’t a problem at all. You managed to fumble a bra under your shirt and pressed it against your chest. Evan’s hands moved under the shirt, too, and you held your breath when his fingers brushed over your skin. He skillfully closed the bra without needing to look at it, which you were very thankful for.

Next, your shirt had to be removed. Now this wasn't as easy. Evan helped you out of the sleeve with your good arm. Okay. Then he grabbed the hem of your shirt and locked his eyes with you, silently asking for your consent to lift it. This felt incredibly intimate. It WAS incredibly intimate and you were surprised at how comfortable you still felt.

Evan pulled your shirt up and over your head. You heard him taking a breath before he pulled the shirt sideways over your cast as carefully as possible. When your head was free again you looked at him and he gave you a shy but encouraging smile.

Evan circled you to stand behind you. Probably so he didn't need to focus so much not to drop his gaze to your chest, you thought, and to your own surprise it amused you. This was probably the most awkward way of flirting you had ever done, but it worked.

He helped you get into the sleeves of the hoodie. Without him, you wouldn't have managed to get it over your cast. And the way his hands moved over your arms and shoulders to adjust the fabric made you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Then his hands wrapped around your waist to close the zipper. More butterflies. You really tried to suppress the moan as you felt his touch but it slipped your mouth. And it got you a sharp inhale of Evan in response. But in the end you were decent again.

“Uhm, bathroom?” Evan's voice told you how much he was affected by the situation, too, and somehow that knowledge was calming.

You led the way to your small bathroom. Evan looked around and after some thinking he put down a few of your towels and guided you to sit on them. Your back resting against the bathtub, you looked up at him.

"I think this will work. Is it comfortable for you?” he asked and you hummed affirmatively.

Evan knelt down next to you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You watched him, your eyes fixed on the veins of his forearms.

And Evan watched you watching him, clenching his jaw. By now, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. None of you spoke more than needed, and every movement seemed to happen in slow motion.

Evan bowed down over you and turned on the water on the hand shower. His chest was hovering inches over your face and you took in his scent.

As Evan checked the temperature with his wrist, you decided to shut your eyes. You definitely had to reduce the sensations that hit you while he washed your hair, else you'd go insane.

There was Evan's hand in your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks. Then the warm water was gushing over your head. Evan's hand kept brushing through your tresses, making sure that every strand got wet.

“Is this okay?” he checked on you once more, and again you couldn't give him more than a hum.

It seemed to be enough for Evan to go on. He turned off the water and after checking your numerous hair care products, he decided on one and lathered his hands before putting them back on your head. His fingers massaged your scalp with just the perfect amount of pressure.

The strawberry scent of your shampoo filled your nose, replacing the notes of sandalwood that Evan's cologne had left. But you couldn't be sad about it as long as his hands worked their magic on your head.

A trail of foam ran down your forehead but Evan was fast enough to catch it before it reached your eye.

He started the water again and rinsed your hair. You thought this wonderful experience was almost over but then Evan repeated the procedure with your conditioner.

At one point you decided you were brave enough to open your eyes again and when you blinked them open, they fell directly onto Evan's. The blue of them was almost gone, his pupils blown wide. When he saw you looking at him a soft smile played around the corners of his mouth. “Hey!” he just said. “Hey!” you returned, a sheepish smile on your own face.

As long as Evan had managed to drag this out, now he was done. Your hair was rinsed clean and he took a towel to wrap it around your head and rubbed your hair carefully.

With a sigh, he got up and held a hand out for you. As you stood, you could see yourself in the mirror and watch how Evan continued to dry your hair. He removed the towel and started to comb through your strands. Goosebumps spread from your neck over your whole body.

Evan looked deeply at you through the mirror. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“So much more.” you whispered and you turned to face him. Your hand cupped his cheek, brushing your fingers over the stubble that covered his jaw.

“That's good!” he breathed. “So you're comfortable enough to finally kiss me?”

Instead of an answer you closed the small gap between you and pressed your lips firmly on his.

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