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CHRIS & MIKA | post-game interview ( NYR @ PIT. RD 1 GM 6. 05.13.2022. )

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miss americana and the heartbreak prince

—08. It's So Sweet —word count: 5.2k —warnings: none :) love, mackie... um... yeah. yeahhhh. sorry sorry sorry if you still read this fic. surprise I guess! its NOT as dead as you thought it was. See you guys again in four months. hopefully sooner if there is a God.

Charles, teeth dug into his tongue so hard he can taste copper, manages to keep from slipping up for the remainder of his time in Georgia. He swallows it down, chokes on an I love you everytime she looks at him for days that feel like an eternity. 

The flight out to France that marks the end of his stay had spent weeks serving as a dreadful backmarker, but now it was one of solace, saving him from himself. He knows better than to spit out “I love you” two months in. He knows better, but he also knows. Simple as that. He just knows. 

He’s good at keeping it down during phone calls and voice memos and FaceTimes because there’s no fucking way he’s stupid enough to say it over the phone. Whenever he does finally deem the time to be right, it’ll be inches from her face, with all the time in the world ahead of them. Her smile will be there, just waiting to be kissed. 

It definitely will not be while she’s grading papers or reviewing a movie or putting purple refills in her pen, even though he finds himself thinking just how plain and simple he loves her when she’s doing those things. 

– – –

Charles spends the holidays with his family in France, coming pretty much directly from his time with Chris and her family in Georgia. 

They quiz him like there’s no tomorrow about all of it; on Chris, and her family and her city and her life. He thinks he does a half-decent job at keeping his cards close to his chest; hiding his tells and acting completely normal and regular and plain about it all. 

Well. He can be coy and secretive to everyone but his mom. Mother’s always know when their sons are in love, and Pascale has always been particularly apt at seeing straight through her boys and the bullshit they try to feed her. 

He’s helping with dinner dishes—working hard to get those extra points towards being the favorite son this weekend—when she confronts him about it. He knows he’s in trouble. He’s never been able to lie to her in a way that was even sort-of convincing. 

“So, Chris…” she hums, drying three two forks at once with a damp towel. “Is this going to be something?” She asks. Charles shrugs, squeezing more blue dish soap onto the plate in his other hand. “That’s too much,” she remarks. 

He ignores the comment, moves the scrubbing sponge over the plate in small circles. “It’s new, still.”

“But you like her?”

He chuckles. Of course he likes her. He wouldn’t be dating her, traveling to see her, introducing her to his family if he didn’t at least like her. That’d just be cruel. “I like her a lot,” he says. I like her the most, he bites his tongue. He rinses the soap from the plate. 

Pascale nods, soft smile on her lips when she takes the plate from his hand, drying it carefully. “Just like, is that right, Charles?”

He knows what she means, what she’s implying. They both know she’s right, too, but he can’t stand to admit it. He feels like if he does, if he actually speaks the words out loud, there’s no way he’s going to be able to keep it in anymore. It’ll be breaking the seal, and he can’t. Not yet. He doesn’t have it in him yet. “Maman,” he says, and his tone is laced with her answer, soft and sweet and pleading in a desperate way. 

She smiles, sets the plate down onto the counter gently. It still clatters against the marble. “I know,” she hums, hand finding his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

Charles spends New Year’s Eve in London. He’s with his brothers and his friends and like, all of their girlfriends. He’s been pathetically texting her the entire trip going on about i’ll buy your ticket if you want to come and it would be so much more fun with you here.

What Charles doesn’t know is that Chris is on her way, and that she’d been planning the surprise with Joris for three weeks. After a red eye flight from Atlanta that lands a little before two in the afternoon in London, Joris manages to sneak off from the group to meet her at the hotel and give her a key to his room. She hides out there for most of the afternoon while Joris tries to convince the group to head back to the hotel for a few hours without spoiling the surprise of why they should go back to the hotel in the middle of the day. 

When he finally gets them back to the hotel, he waits fifteen minutes to text her the all clear, to let her know that she can come and execute the surprise. 

It takes her an almost comical amount of time to find his room, considering it’s in the same hallway as everyone else’ rooms, and only ends up being three or four doors down from where she’d started. When she finally finds it, she’s hit with a sudden wave of anxiety. 

What if he doesn’t want me here? She worries. Her hands get clammy and she stands there in front of the door like a complete idiot just waiting for her body to do something, to do anything. Finally, she brings her fist to the door and knocks. 

Voices are muffled and heavy feet shuffle on the other side of the door before finally, after what feels like an eternity of loud bickering from the boys about who’s going to open the door, Chris is face to face with Charles, stupid, toothy grin on her face. “Oh,” he says. 

Behind him, the guys jeer in French, but neither of them are paying any attention. Chris can't stop laughing, standing there, staring at Charles in the doorway. He stares right back, his eyes a window into the gears that turn behind them, processing… processing… processing so incredibly slowly. “Are you gonna hug me, or just stare at me?” She finally asks, and he laughs, snapping into reality, pulling her into a tight hug. 

“What are you doing here?” He questions, pressing a hard kiss into her hair, and then he laughs even harder. “How did you get here?”

– – –

Chris isn’t there for more than a couple days—she has to be back at work as winter break winds to a close, and Charles has training camp in Italy at the end of the week. It’s a quick visit, but they make the most of it, and they do get their new year’s eve kiss. 

It’s been, like, a month and a half since Chris was last in Monaco, but it’s been just two and a half weeks since someone posted a TikTok of Charles and her walking around Monte Carlo together. That means, it’s been two weeks of Chris stumbling upon, and falling down rabbit holes of, Charles’ fan accounts desperately trying to put a face to the back of the head of the girl in the video. 

She’s less interested in are they going to figure out who I am and more interested in are they at least, like, close? The answer is no. No, they are not even kind-of close to connecting Chris with him. It’s all models and friends and people he follows on Instagram and even one ex-girlfriend, but definitely no American kindergarten teachers. 

The fire is only fed, though, when on New Year’s Eve, drunk on Moscow Mules and equipped with the world’s most fashionable LED glasses, Charles is posted showing off the look. Under his arm, equally as drunk off espresso martinis, is Chris, engaged in conversation with Joris beside her. 

It’s been two-thousand twenty-three for fifteen minutes, and Instagram explore pages across the world are already filled with pictures of the side of her head and Charles’ goofy heart-eyed glasses.

Chris is too drunk to know, much less care, but when she does find out about it, she won’t be bothered. She thinks that maybe she never will be a big deal—certainly not as big of one as he seems to think it is. Nothing is going to happen, she tells him so many times it doesn’t even sound like a sentence anymore. Who cares if everyone figures out who I am?

January isn’t much but settling into a routine. They’re both busy with a million and one different things—just a little peek into any sort of future they hope to have together—and it’s the end of the month before they see each other in person again. 

Every post he makes on social media—every video, photo, story, mention, and repost is run through a microscope, carefully dissected searching for a repeat like and commenter, for an unfamiliar woman’s voice or a hand or a coat or a head of hair. Names fly around in a tornado of guesses, and none of them are correct. 

It’s an easy routine to fall into; scheduled phone calls, FaceTime dates twice a week, and sneakily sent texts in the middle of the workday. Sometimes it feels like they aren’t all that far apart, like he could walk out the front door and get into his car and drive for fifteen minutes and be at her house, eat dinner at the same table, fall asleep at the same time, in the same bed. Other times, they can feel every step of the four-thousand, six-hundred, ninety-five miles that separate them, when it’s all pictures of dinner and goodmorning texts seen three hours later and delayed, laggy FaceTime calls. 

It’s on one of those calls, where her face is frozen mid-conversation, that she’s gushing about how excited she is for some school event at the end of the month, the Art show, she’d called it, and when—after sorting out the camera issue for the time being—he’d asked for clarification on what exactly an Art show is, she’d explained the whole event with a big, excited smile on her face. 

“Oh my gosh!” She’d laughed, pulling her legs underneath her. “Okay, so, it’s the coolest thing. Basically, the art department displays all of the art the students have made so far this year all throughout the year, and the kids get to show it off to all their family. They set up a book fair in the library, and they serve ice-cream in the cafeteria,” she explains, “All the teachers go, and they bring their families, too,” she nods. “It’s really cool. I like to see how proud the kids are of their work.”

He decides then, in that very moment, that he doesn’t want to hear about this in text messages and photos and Facetime calls. He wants to be there—feel her energy, her pride, her smile. It just pours out of his mouth, what if I came? And then, before she can even come up with a response, If that’s okay, obviously. If you even would like, want that, you know. 

She bites down on a smile. “I thought you wanted to keep things quiet?” she chuckles, “be all protective of me and stuff?” 

Charles shrugs. “I don’t think anyone would believe I’m at a primary school’s art-fair in the middle-of-nowhere America.”

“I mean, I don’t care,” she explains, tucking her bangs behind her ears. “But you do. I’d love it if you could be there.”

He smiles. “You’d love it?”

“I would!” She laughs, leaning forward, closer to the camera. “You’d better come for more than just a day though,” she continues, slumping back against the couch behind her, picking at the cuticles on her thumb, raising her brows when she quietly adds: “I can think of lots of other things I’d love to do with you.”

He shakes his head, dimples digging into his cheeks. “You’re a tease, Christyn,” he taunts, and her head shoots up from her cuticle. 

“You have such a dirty mind, Charlie!” she laughs, and his cheeks burn at the nickname, at the accusation. 

“Don’t call me that,” he mutters, and she only laughs harder, smiles bigger. 

“Why?” She teases, crossing her arms over her chest, cocking her head to the side playfully.  “Because it makes you blush?”

– – – 

There’s really only one of Chris’ students that Charles knows by name: Quinn. Or, as Chris usually refers to her, my sweet, sweet, little Quinnie. Quinnie is not at the art show. Chris goes on to explain that she and her family are  never at any of the school events—no open houses, no field trips, no choir recitals or art shows or parent teacher conferences. If it’s not a free event that takes place during school hours, neither Quinn or her siblings will be there, and their Mother will never be there because she’s always at work. 

So, no Quinn to win over. He does, however, meet what may be the cutest kid he’s ever been face-to-face with in Landry, a little girl with two long brown braids and a strawberry patterned dress on. Landry is the first of her students to find their teacher, and completely ignores him to tug Chris’ arm towards the little girl’s artwork hung in the hallway. 

“I’ll be right back,” she says hurriedly, over her shoulder, letting the little girl pull her away. Charles nods and flashes her a quick wink before she’s properly whisked away, leaving him with nothing better to do than shove his hands deep in his pockets and analyze the artwork of primary school students. 

When she finds him again, no Landry in tow, she links her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder. “She told me I have a cute boyfriend,” she says.

“No, she did not,” He laughs, but his ears blush pink. 

“She did,” she nods. “She said you were ‘oh my goodness he is soooooo cute,’” Chris repeats, in a sing-songy tone. “I said, ‘I know right! He’s the cutest.’”

“Whatever,” Charles mutters, running his other hand through his hair. “Where’s the ice-cream at, anyway?”

Two styrofoam bowls of vanilla ice-cream slices—one covered in rainbow sprinkles, the other with chocolate syrup and a maraschino cherry—later, and Chris and Charles are sitting at Chris’ desk in her classroom, him in the green spinning chair, her on the desk itself. 

Two boys, who Chris refers to after they leave the room as Nash and Wyatt, are bouncing off the walls with excitement when they turn the corner into Chris’ classroom, their faces lighting up when they find her there. “Miss Elliott!” One of them shouts, half-out of breath. “The book fair has posters of your brother!” He explains. 

“Yeah!” The other chimes in. “I see-ed it when my sister was getting a poster of,” he takes a big breath, “of, uh, a princess poster or something.”

“Yeah, and I get-ted this one!” The first kid adds, unrolling the paper in this hand to reveal a black and white Fortnite poster, demonstrating the dances from the game. “Cool right?” He asks, and Chris nods. 

“So cool!” She says, “where are you going to hang it?” 

Charles leans back in the chair, spinning slightly side to side, eating his ice-cream and just observing the interaction. 

“Um, probably in my bedroom.”

Chris nods again, “perfect place for it,” she agrees. 

– – – 

He’s in Georgia for three days; Friday to Sunday, and spends all of it with Chris, almost entirely at her house. The art show is on Friday night, but he finds himself playing sleepover host with Chris on Saturday when Reid appears with a backpack, a pillow, and a baby blanket Chris tells him not to refer to as a baby blanket. 

Chase is racing in Los Angeles this weekend, and left town on Tuesday, leaving Hannah alone on Mom duty. That would be all fine, if the weekend didn’t fall on the one weekend a month she works. Bill, Cindy, Chris, and Hannah’s mom have been helping to pick up the slack left in Chase’ absence. 

It all comes together to result in him sitting in the middle of the living room, on the floor, surrounded by every blanket and pillow in the entire house on a Saturday night—a four-year-old boy sitting across from him, hanging on his every word, and his girlfriend in the other room making popcorn. 

He’s been tasked with coming up with, and executing the plan for a super, super, cool boy-fort that Auntie Chris can come into, I guess. 

A fort that fits into that description is a lot easier in theory. In Practice, however, he’s faced with the nephew he desperately needs the approval of, and a pile of purple and pink and sparkly and fluffy blankets and pillows. 

It takes all four of the dining table chairs, a curtain rod from the screened-in porch, a fitted sheet, and a box fan, but the fort is quickly commissioned, and gets Reid’s stamp of approval when he moves his pillow, favorite blanket, and definitely not a baby-blanket, baby-blanket into the build. 

Chris is behind them momentarily, knocking on the seat of one of the dining chairs before Reid permits her to enter. She crawls in, laptop and big bowl of popcorn in either hand. Reid is sandwiched between the two of them, Cars blanket covering his little frame, eyes glued to the screen while buttery fingers bury themselves in the popcorn bowl. 

Reid is asleep about five minutes after the popcorn bowl is empty, Chris running her fingers through his short brown hair while soft little snores leave his lips. Her head rests on his pillow, just above his head, and she watches the movie. Charles watches her, arm propped up at the elbow, holding his head up. She’s so soft. So sweet. It ties him up in knots. 

He feels like a child when she catches him staring, her eyes glancing over to him and making unexpected contact. His cheeks burn and his eyes dart away, back to the screen, to the movie. She giggles softly, barely loud enough for him to hear over his sudden mortification.  “Beautiful fort you’ve built here,” she says, and he looks back at her, meets her eyes properly this time. 

“Thank you,” he chuckles. “I’m thinking maybe I will make it my new career after racing.” Charles nods. Chris nods. A smile dances its way across her lips, turning the corners up gently. It makes him smile, too. “Charles Leclerc: Professional fort builder.”

“Oh,” She chuckles. “I can hear it now. You’ll be a household name.”When Charles wakes up, credits are rolling on the laptop screen and Chris’ hand is moving softly over his shoulder. He’s the bridge of his nose and picking the sleep out of his eyes and trying to get his bearings. All he’s sorted out so far is that Chris is here, he’s fucking boiling, and there’s a sleeping kid between them. He squints his eyes—like the dim light from the black credit screen is too bright for him—until she comes into focus. She points to the exit of the fort. “Bed,” she mouths.

“Well,” Chris shrugs, bringing a forkful of salad to her mouth. “I think you’ve won Reid over.”

Charles laughs on her phone screen. He’s in Italy… or Monaco… or… she’s not really sure, to be honest. It’s hard to keep track sometimes, when he’s always somewhere new. He’s in bed, wherever he is, the lamp from her kitchen casting the only light in his dark room. “Is that right?”

“Oh yeah,” she nods. “I had the pleasure of  reminding him you weren’t here this afternoon. He wasn’t happy with me.” She remembers it well, his declaration that Charles and Me are going to play games today, and remembers better the little, defeated oh, right after she had to remind him Charles had left the day before. 

Charles chuckles, shaking his head and rolling his eyes playfully. “I told him goodbye!”

“I know!” She says, taking another bite, her hand covering her mouth while she talks around the lettuce. “He thought you meant goodbye for the day,” she explains, swallowing. “Not goodbye for a while.”

Charles frowns. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize!” Chris laughs, poking her fork around her bowl. “I love that he likes you so much, it’s adorable,” she hums. “He’s absolutely devastated you won’t be at his birthday party, though.”

Charles scoffs, his mouth dramatically falling open. “No way. You didn't tell me it was his birthday!”

“Because it’s not for like, two weeks!” She defense, laughing. “I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

“When is it?”

She cocks her head to the side, already knowing what he’s about to say, and unscrews the top of her water bottle. “His birthday’s the sixteenth, but the party is the eighteenth.”

“I’ll be there.”

“No you won’t. You have testing.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah,” she insists. “On Monday you have to be in Bahrain.”

“Monday is not Saturday.”

Chris doesn’t tell anyone outside of Chase and Hannah that Charles is flying in, and they definitely don’t tell Reid about it, just in case it falls through for any of the million reasons it could possibly fall through because of. 

It was a last minute-trip, after all, and it seems like every second of Charles’ time is accounted for right now, so  Chris is prepared at any moment to get a text or a call apologetically explaining that he got pulled into something else. That call never comes, and she picks him up from the airport late Friday night, just in time to bicker in the middle of a liquor store about wine. 

“Absolutely not, baby.” He says, shaking his head, a truly horrified look on his face. 

“You don’t even drink wine!” She insists, holding a three-liter box of Franzia. “This is perfectly fine.”

His eyes go wide, brows raising like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. “It’s in a box.”

She rolls her eyes. “It’s for a fifth birthday party.”

“It’s not for the five-year-old,” he argues, picking two bottles of overpriced chardonnay from the shelf. “We’ll get these.”

– – – 

Much to the dismay of the other, they show up to the party the next afternoon with one box and one bottle. 

Reid is upstairs playing with some kid that Chris is related to somehow, she’s sure, so their arrival goes unnoticed by the birthday boy. Instead, Chris is heaving the box of wine onto the kitchen island, greeting a visibly stressed Hannah with a hug. Charles follows closely behind, setting his bottle down next to her box, following the hug train to Hannah. 

“Look great, as always, Hannah,” He says, and Hannah laughs. 

“I’m a mess, the house is a mess. Reid,” she looks to Chris, “Lord have mercy on me, your nephew has dressed himself.”

Chris scowls, and then shrugs. Charles laughs. “He can be Chandler’s nephew, today,” she says. 

“He’s still your godson, though,” Hannah reminds. 

“Oh, don’t I know it!”

Charles takes Chris’ coat with his own, hands them both up in the mud room that’s just off the kitchen. He hears Hannah calling for Reid while he does it, telling him to come down and say hello to your auntie. Auntie Chris. He loves the way Reid says it—Annie Chris—or, when he really wants to stir some shit up, which Charles has come to learn is just about all of the time, Reid will call her Miss Elliott. 

Everyone hears him before they see him, little feet making heavy noises as they hurry down the stairs so quickly he might as well have just jumped off the landing and tuck’n’rolled his way into the kitchen. He’s bouncing on his feet, talking to Chris animatedly with his back turned to Charles when he appears in the mud-room doorway. Immediately, Chris is glancing up to him and covering Reid’s eyes with her hands, turning him to face Charles. “I have a surprise for you, Reidy.”

“What?” He squirms. “What is it?”

“More like who is it?” Hannah says, and Reid gasps. 

“Chucky?” He asks, and Chris is grinning at Charles, adjusting her hands over the boy’s eyes so one hand covers them both. With the other hand, she pokes Reid’s side right where he’s ticklish and makes him giggle. 

“Who?” She asks, his belly laugh making her laugh, too. 

“Sharles!” Reid exclaims, breathless from laughing so hard. “Sha-rle,” He laughs out, enunciating the poorly mocked accent.

“Wrong,” Chris says, and then takes her hand off his eyes to reveal Charles. 

Reid is slamming into Charles’ legs before he can even squat down to give the kid a proper hug, settling for just hugging his legs. “You comed!” He cheers. 

“Come on, Mate!” Charles says, ruffling the little boy’s hair. “You didn’t think I would miss such an important birthday?”

Chris watches the whole interaction with a giddy smile on her face. Hannah watches, too, while she stirs a crock pot full of nacho cheese. Reid fills Charles in on everything that’s happened to him since Charles left, and is already asking if Charles wants to go play catch outside with the football he’s gotten from his dad earlier that week, on his actual birthday. When Hannah slides behind Chris, between her body and the cabinets, muttering a quick behind you and grabbing a ladle from a drawer, she gives Chris’ shoulder a soft squeeze. 

– – – 

Chris is MIA when Bill and Cindy turn up, arms full of food and gifts for their only grandchild, but Charles is in the backyard, standing around a smoking fire pit with Chase and Reid and other people he remembers meeting from the wedding, but who’s names he wouldn’t be able to remember if there was a gun held to his temple. 

Bill and Cindy wander out shortly after they arrive, looking for the birthday boy, and Charles handles the introductions all by himself—a handshake to Dad, a compliment to Mom, and hugs for both of them. He knows how to charm. Knows he’s going to be working at it for a while, probably. He’s more than willing to put in the hours. 

“I didn’t know you were comin’, son,” Bill says, and Charles is nodding, hands in his jacket pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Yeah, it was a kind of… last minute choice.”

“Aw,” Cindy hums. “What a sweetheart. How long are you in town for?”

“Just a couple days,” he explains. “Chris is off work this week, but I have to get to Bahrain in a couple days. Get used to the timezone and everything.”

“Ah,” Bill nods. “Season’s starting up again, that right?”

“Eh,” he shrugs. “It never stops, it feels like,” and Bill nods. 

“Don’t I know it, boy.”

“Is Chrissy planning on coming out to any of your races?” Cindy asks, linking her arm through Bill’s, leaning against him around the fire. “I know she told us that y’all are keeping it pretty hush-hush for now.”

“Eventually, I hope she can,” he says. “I don’t want to have her come if she doesn’t feel comfortable.”

Cindy nods, smiling to herself. “Smart answer, honey,” she says, and Bill laughs. “You’re a good egg.” Charles chuckles softly, if only because he doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s been called a lot of things over the years, but good egg might be a new one. 

Just then, Chris is pushing open the sliding door on the back deck, stepping out with her coat on, the hood pulled up over her head, her hands hidden in the sleeves. “Well, speak of the Devil,” Bill says, greeting his daughter with a tight hug. 

“Uh oh,” Chris laughs, following suit with a hug for her mom, too. “Y’all are talking about me?”

He’s come to learn that her accent is never anywhere as strong as it is when she's around family. He’s familiar with the pattern of it, and does the same thing after long breaks away from speaking English or Italian. It takes a while to settle back into translating your thoughts. He thinks it’s probably pretty similar, even if she’s not translating from another language. He thinks it’s cute, when the southern twang gets extra prominent. It’s cute, and it’s sweet, and she sounds like a movie character sometimes. 

She slots into her comfortable position at Charles’ side, and his arm is tossing itself over her shoulder before he even realizes it’s happening. It’s habit, almost, to keep her close. “Always,” he says. 

– – –

They’re cute and annoyingly couple-ey all night. He doesn’t care if she’s related to or friends with almost everyone here, he’s never not amazed at just how easily she can find home in any conversation. Sometimes he wonders if he looks as awestruck about it as he feels, watching her put on this masterclass with everyone she talks to—from passing, brief conversations about how good Hannah’s food is and how old Reid is getting, to the long, sit-down chats about work and her life and their lives. It’s so crystal clear that she makes everyone feel important—the most important person in the room—and he;s even starting to remember names. 

There’s a lot of names to remember. 

There’s nobody that feels quite as important to Chris as Charles does, though, he’s sure of it. In fact, he’s not sure there’s another person on Earth that could manage to make a social event into something so… recharging for him. She just radiates energy, truly. It’s in the atmosphere, just being in her proximity, just having an arm around her or their fingers intertwined or the smell of her perfume on his clothes is enough. 

He loves her so horribly that he’s almost sick with it. He’s biting his tongue all night. Hell, he’s even trying to talk himself out of the now months old revelation. 

Like, she drinks wine from a fucking box. A box. Of wine. And she sees absolutely no problem with it. She wants to drag him around to every person, to engage in every conversation. She changed her perfume or her shampoo or her laundry detergent or something, because she smells different than the last time he was with her. She drives like an elderly woman—Jesus fucking Christ, she takes the speed limit so seriously it’s hard to sit in the passenger seat and let it happen. She cried three times on the way from Atlanta. Three times, because she saw some roadkill that wasn't even identifiable, and couldn’t stop thinking about it.  She’s covered in glitter, like, all the time. And so is her stuff. It’s on her face and her hands and her clothes and every surface of her house. Glitter and spelling tests and like, six variations of the same travel coffee mug. She listens to country music as if it’s the only genre of music that exists, and she listens to it all the time. He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t. If he did, he wouldn't have been able to keep it in for so long. 

He doesn’t love her, and then she laughs and he can feel it in his fucking gut, feels the urge to laugh even when he doesn’t get the joke, even when he misses entirely what is making her so happy. He wants to laugh because she’s laughing and her laugh makes the world a better place and he loves her so bad it hurts.

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Obvious - Chris Evans

Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)

Italics mean flashback

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)

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Y/N'S POV

Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week. 

Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:

Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:

Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met. 

I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out. 

“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me. 

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no. 

“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked. 

“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up. 

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?” 

“You… You know my name?” 

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”

“Who said I knew you?”

“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”

“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.

Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said

“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that. 

Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”

Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, “Hope to see you again soon”

And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.

The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chris’ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot. 

While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start. 

When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.

“Oh you've been thinking of me?” He said with a small smirk forming on his face.

Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me. 

“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”

I was speechless.

“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”

I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didn’t know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.

Ever since then, it’s been history. 

“Y/N?”

Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me. 

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”

“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.

“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”

“Oh really. Let me see.”

Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” Chris said.

Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.

“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”

I will never fall out of love with this man. 

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.

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[thatfragilecapricorn30]

Is 'Will They or Won't They' about David and Gillian?

I finally got around to reading Will They or Won't They by Ava Wilder, which is a novel about two Hollywood actors (Lilah and Shane) that star in a hit TV show in which their characters are a fan-favorite ship, but the actors famously hate each other. The author is annoyingly coy about who the book is about (if anyone) and in The X-Files fandom, fans have speculated that it's about David and Gillian. So what did I think? (mild spoilers below)

Yes, the book is definitely about Gillovny!

The show Lilah and Shane star in (Intangible) is filmed in Vancouver and is extremely popular. It's also a paranormal show: "Walt's main innovation had been to bring in every mythological creature under the sun, as well as open the show up to the world of larger supernatural conspiracies (government or otherwise)." (pg 34)

Lilah, like Gillian, has short, chin-length red hair.

Shane is described as "beautiful" with "long legs, long lashes, dark hair that fell over his forehead without reaching his eyes. Not just beautiful, but attractive, too." (pg 4)

Lilah and Shane meet before their audition, in a room with all the other candidates. They chat while waiting and then are both hired due to their intense chemistry with each other, which is pretty much how The X-Files audition went.

Both actors are unknowns when they are hired and the show propels them to mega-stardom: "He was the only person who understood what she was going through, because he was going through it, too: the surreal, thrilling, terrifying, one-in-a-million experience of going from nobody to capital-S Somebody practically overnight." (pg 80) This sounds a lot like how David and Gillian describe their relationship.

They famously do not get along on set, meanwhile their on-screen chemistry is ever-present and their characters' slow-burn romance is what hooks the fans: "No matter how the two of them felt about each other when the cameras were off, it was the chemistry between their characters, Kate and Harrison, that made the show worth watching." (pg 16)

The showrunner suggests that Lilah and Shane go to couples counseling, which Chris Carter recommended to David and Gillian.

Lilah and Shane participate in a photoshoot that sounds just like the Rolling Stone shoot, in which they are in bed in minimal clothing, while the photographer takes pictures from above.

Lilah and Shane's characters are known for gazing at each other: "...staring longingly at each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking." (pg 19)

No, it's probably about some other couple or no couple at all.

There's no height difference between the two. In fact, it's specifically stated that Lilah and Shane are almost the same height (and Lilah is taller if she wears heels).

Shane was not interested in being an actor, but was scouted and encouraged to audition for the role of Harrison. He had zero acting experience before the show.

The book opens with Lilah returning to Intangible after leaving the show for four seasons. Which I guess is similar to The X-Files but is a much larger gap than David's absence.

Most of the similarities between this book and The X-Files occur in the first half. Once past that point, the characters are pretty fleshed out and don't seem like they are necessarily based on anyone in particular.

Parting thoughts:

There are so many similarities between Lilah/Shane and David/Gillian and their experience on The X-Files that it almost feels like it has to be about them. I've seen speculation that it's about Ian Somerhalder and Nina Dobrev on The Vampire Diaries, which is also a possibility.

Whether or not it was about David and Gillian, I enjoyed the book and would recommend it if you're into romance novels.

If you read this book, what do you think? What famous Hollywood couple was Ava Wilder basing her story on?

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[f10werfae]

The Build Up Pt.2

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Summary: Y/n and Chris retell the start of their love story to the boys, major domestic house fluff! Major dilf Chris

Part 1: The Build Up

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Welcome to our house y'all” I beamed ushering Chris' workmates into our country home, a mass of pickup trucks piled on down the driveway. All five of them nodded and greeted as Chris led them into the dining room, Noah waving at them while he was on Chris' hip.

Waddling back towards the dining room I saw their eyes widen at the array of foods decorated around the house, not hesitating to dig in once we all had sat down.

“So ma’am how did you and Chris meet?” Logan said, his plate near empty making me smile at how everyone was enjoying the food I had made, call it the nesting hormones coming in.

“Ya alright to tell 'em babe?” Chris whispered into my ear, one hand on my thigh as he ate.

“Of course i'd love to tell y’all”

(Flashback- 6 Years Ago. Y/n is 22, Chris is 30)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Having pulled up to my ma's house, degree and suitcases in toll, I let out a sigh of relief at finally being back home. Deciding to just get my stuff out later I walked towards the front of the house, I used my keys to get in knowing my ma was away to the farmer’s market.

“It has not changed a bit” I whispered to no one but myself, tracing my hands across the walls I ventured throughout the bottom floor, following the sounds of banging coming from the back yard.

“What on Earth is that?”

Looking out the window I was met with this absolute hunk, work helmet on, cargo pants, white vest with screws held between his teeth. Our eye contact broke when he nodded at me and sent a wink my way, there were definitely no boys like this at college. No way.

“Uh h-hi” I squeaked out pushing open the screen door, watching as he got down from his step stool, his hands wiping themselves onto his pants.

“You must be Mrs. L/n's daughter?” He asked, God his voice was heavenly, his arms just made me drool alone. Don’t even get me started on his face, fucking masterpiece. At 22 years of age I could feel myself getting giddy as if I was 17 again.

Nodding, I shook his hand, calloused yet soft in a way.

“What a precious thing you are” He smirked, his hand going up to put a piece of hair behind my ear, my cheeks heating up immediately.

“Uh tha-“

“Oh Y/n you’ve met Chris then? Isn’t he just charming” My ma said from behind me, her groceries in each arm.

“Come on in hun, I haven’t seen you in so long” Ma nodded towards the door, making me smile and follow her in, but not without shooting Chris a sweet smile.

His fingers looping into my belt loop of my pants pulling me closer, “Dot your number down 'ere gorgeous, I may need it” He smiled, taking out a marker from behind his ear and holding his wrist out to write on.

“Ma who is he?” I asked when we were inside, trying to act coy but clearly failing when she started smirking at me.

“Ya know, he is single Y/n in case you were wonderin'. Very successful man he is, on the way to startin' up his own business”

“Really?”

“Mhm all i’m sayin' is, there’s no harm in it. I know you Y/n, your eyes are wanderin' all over him”

“Ma stop it please” I whined putting away food into the fridge, embarrassment crawling up my veins.

“Plus how old is he anyway?”

“He’s 30 love, perfect jus' for you”

“What if he thinks i’m too young, and ya know how pa is gonna feel about it”

(Later on That Night)

After reuniting with my parents I retreated back to my old bedroom, posters of puppies still littering my walls, I was never really into boys as such. But Chris, he would not leave my mind. Sure it was such a minuscule interaction, but it gave me so many butterflies that it was almost sickening.

*Brrrr*

Furrowing my brows I watched the unknown number call in, hesitatingly picking up the phone and answering.

(Phone Call)

Y/n: H-hello?

Chris: Forgot bout me already eh?

Y/n: Oh I forgot I gave you my number

Chris: And I forgot to get your name beautiful

Y/n: It's Y/n, b-but call me whatever you want

*Fuck sake why'd I say that*

Chris: Cute. Anyways I was wonderin' are ya free tonight?

Y/n: Hmm I should be yeah

Chris: Alright be ready in half an hour, wanna show you somethin

Y/n: Wai-

(End Of Phone Call)

"Why does everyone do that" I grumbled to myself, that sickly feeling erupting in my stomach realising I was going to have to see him again.

Standing up to change I decided on a plain t-shirt with shorts, seeing as the warmer nights were now coming in.

Doubts started coming when I realised I was essentially meeting up with someone I had met once today for five minutes, surely if my mother trusted him then it would be alright?

Receiving a text that he was outside I walked down the stairs telling my parents I was meeting up with some old friends when I caught my mums eye and she gave off a knowing sly smile.

Walking out the door I saw Chris leaning onto the side of his dark blue pickup truck, twirling his car keys around one of his fingers. His hair kept back under a backwards cap, a slim fitting white t-shirt on with a pair of jeans.

This man.

“Hey Chris” I waved coming up to stand in front of him, not really knowing what to when except for when he kissed me on the cheek unexpectedly.

“Hey sunshine, ya ready to go?”

“Y-yeah but what are we doin'?” I asked as he walked me round to my side of the car and helping me get onto his tall ass car.

“Don’t even worry bout it, and no I am not going to murder you in case you were thinkin that”

We both laughed as he started the car, some old country song playing on the radio, Chris humming along quietly.

“So what did ya do at college?” He asked sneaking a glance at me as he turned down another road, a road I recognised that leads down to the coast.

“I uh did Culinary sciences”

“So you’ll be able to cook me somethin nice then” He joked, finally pulling into a random parking spot a little bit away from the beach.

“Are we here?”

“We are yeah”

Chris got out of the car and walked round to mine, grabbing my hand helping me to jump down onto the ground.

Not letting go of my hand, he led me to the top of a hill where a massive rock formation sat. Choosing the smoothest piece of stone we both sat down, the hill overlooking the ocean, the stars starting to draw across the night sky.

“It’s beautiful here”

I whispered looking over the soft waves that crashed against the rocky shore.

“I know, it’s my spot”

“Hey sorry this is just confusing me, but why did you bring me out here tonight?” I asked, the curiosity getting to me, looking over at him I saw him purse his lips before blowing out.

“Well not to be creepy, but when I saw ya earlier I was instantly captivated by your beauty. There’s jus somethin' about ya, somethin that makes me wanna know ya. I know I don have much to offer ya as another Southern bloke, well not as much as the college people you’re probably used to”

“You don’t think it’s weird that i’m only turning 23?”

“Ya think it’s weird i’m 30?”

“Well not really, we’re both adults”

“Sorted then”

Nodding at his answer I looked forward, feeling a burst of confidence coming over I leaned over and grabbed his chin to look at me, firmly pressing my lips onto his. His hand laying flatly on my back, both of my hands now cupping his face with our lips moving in sync. His beard scratching against my face in the best way possible.

“God you taste heavenly sweetheart” He breathed out with our foreheads against each other, giggles left me as I backed away, his hand taking mine in his; interlacing our fingers.

“What would your ma think about this?”

“She wouldn’t care”

“And your pa”

“Oh he’d absolutely hate it”

(End of Flashback)

“Awk didn’t know boss was such a romantic” Logan purred teasingly, wiggling his eyes at Chris whose hand was still on my thigh.

“Shut it man” Chris grumbled, bringing another spoonful to Noah's lips, an excited squeal leaving the boy’s mouth as he slapped the tray of his high chair. His big blue eyes clearly fascinated by our new house guests.

“So did your dad end up approving of Chris in the end?”

“My dad’s pretty strict considerin' I was the only daughter so it took a while, heck he almost strangled Chris when he first found out we were dating a month later. He came around in the end when he saw how happy Chris made me” I smiled joyfully, taking Chris' hand in mine seeing a victorious smirk on his face.

(After The Dinner)

“Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?” I called out walking into our bedroom after putting Noah down for the night, my swollen ankles getting the better of me.

“Do ya ever regret gettin with me?”

Chris asked laying on his side looking at me, his bottom lip slightly jutting out.

“Why would you even ask that baby?” Getting up he helped me get back into bed beside him, I put my head on his chest with my belly more or less leaning on top of him.

“It’s just that, you coulda easily have found someone that coulda given you a better life and your pa would’ve approved of”

“Listen I chose you, I don’t care what anyone else coulda given me, you’re my first love and will be my last. Alright? You’ve given me a home, a family and more love than I could have ever dreamed of”

“I guess we do make a good pair” He smirked cockily, his hand playing with my hair gently.

“Plus you’re hot as fuck” I smiled to myself, remembering how he’s aged so fine, the greys in his beard making him even more sexy.

“You’re also hot as fuck precious, by the way do ya remember when I first went into your room? We cuddled jus like this?”

“Yeah how I snuck you in through my window and ya started teasing me for all my dog posters calling me adorable”

“cause it was hun, you still had plushies decorating your room”

“Well do you remember our first argument a few months in and you started singin outside my window with your guitar and my pa chased you down the street?” I snarked back, his hand caressing my face softly as he traced my features, occasionally leaning down to kiss me anywhere he could.

“Aw yeah but you forgave me after that anyway, so clearly it worked its magic”

“I love you so much ya know that?” I whispered looking up at him, suddenly wincing at the sharp kick at my ribs.

“Baby girl loves you too” I smiled rubbing my stomach,

“Well I love my two girls more, trust me” He said deeply, his head dipping down to press a sweet kiss onto my lips which slowly turned heated, a small mewl leaving my lips.

“God you are so fucking precious, sweet pea”

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A/n: I actually love construction Chris omg😭😭 Best thing i’ve ever created I say, might make this into an actual continuing thing. So any ideas? for drabbles or chapters? ID LOVE TO HEAR THEM XOXO FAE

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[georgiapeach30513]

Europe is such a rich industry for actors who aren’t looking for fame but just love the craft; you don’t need to look somewhere else if you’re only in it for the love of acting; you would not need to move to LA if you just want to act but do not care about fame, it’s more than enough expanding your horizons to other countries in Europe (France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Poland) specially if you’re supposedly a polyglot. (Mind you certain person tried to work in LA since before Chris) so yeah; she’s very cynical in how she wants to appear versus what she actually wants. lol.

If you’re wanting to make it big in Hollywood you want fame 🤷🏻‍♀️ there’s nothing wrong with that. Not one thing. But don’t try and be coy about things. If you love the craft it doesn’t matter where you get to do it at.

[djsneakrfreak]

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[innerslumber]

So I saw this post and a little drabble got written. I literally wrote it in 30 minutes so my apologies for the roughness lol. Written for @cable-knit-sweater for the awesome post that inspired it and feeding us so much Chris and Sebastian goodness.

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Doppelganger Dodger (M)

(I don't know how many words because I wrote it all on Tumblr lol)

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"I don't believe you."

Chris looked up from petting Dodger to see Sebastian grinning. "Are you saying that I'm a liar? Because I'm not! This was totally an accident!"

Sebastian laughed and kept taking more pictures of Dodger, who was sporting the shirt from Chris' latest role. "There is no way that shirt was accidentally shrunk! I know the crew is meticulous about that stuff." He scrolled through his gallery to see his handiwork. "Just admit it, you had that made for Dodger."

Chris wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tried to look coy. He mostly just looked mischievous. "Well...I might have made a comment to the wardrobe director about how cute Dodger looked in my cable knit sweater..."

Oh my God, that sweater. It had blown both of their minds when that had been the viral moment to come out of Knives Out. Chris ended up getting boxes and boxes of the stuff delivered to his agent with many designers hoping for an endorsement. He would never admit it to anyone but Sebastian had loved that particular moment in Chris' fashion evolution. Nothing like soft wool to bury his face into along with a steady heartbeat to lull him to sleep.

"So you're basically admitting you planted the seeds to this?" Sebastian sent Chris the pictures in a text. He knew that Chris would want to post these on Instagram because let's face it, that was more of an account for Dodger. Not that Sebastian was complaining. He loved Dodger just as much as anyone who saw him.

Chris winked. "I plead the fifth."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but his face was still soft with affection. "Fine fine. Keep your secrets."

A soft ping on Chris' phone announced the new messages. He opened up the text and saved all of the pictures that Sebastian had taken. "Wow, these look really good. Way better than my old ones. Thank you."

"Well, if you had gotten a new phone sooner, you'd have nice pics too."

Chris pouted, his lower lip jutting out slightly. "But I really loved that phone."

"Trust me," Sebastian chuckled. "I know how much you loved that phone."

They both went through the photos together to decide which ones were the best. Chris loved the one where Dodger was facing the camera while Sebastian also suggested adding the one from the back. To get that true 360 degrees experience of the Cuteness That Was Dodger Evans.

"Okay....and it's done." Chris finished uploading the pictures and almost immediately saw the likes and comments come in. As for the model himself, Dodger was happily curled around Sebastian's side on the couch.

"So anything else you got as a souvenir from the set?" Sebastian asked while slowly running his fingers through Dodger's soft fur.

"Yeah, I did manage to snag something." Chris' voice was light and casual but Sebastian saw right through him.

"And you got...?"

"Remember those white pants I wore?"

How could he forget? Those pants were absolutely obscene in how tightly they had clung to Chris' ass and thick thighs. But Sebastian decided to act dumb for the hell of it.

"Hmm, yeah I think I do."

Chris grinned, knowing the game that Sebastian was playing. "Well, I distinctly remember you saying how much you wanted to suck my cock while I wore it." He leaned closer until their faces were just a few inches away. "Is the offer still on the table?"

A tightness gripped Sebastian's core muscles, with more warmth radiating downward. He stared at Chris' lips, slightly parted with a glisten of moisture where he had swiped his tongue on it. Sebastian gave into his urge and kissed Chris, any efforts at being hard to get abandoned. A deep moan reverberated between them, with both pairs of hands roaming over clothed skin.

"I think," Sebastian nipped at Chris' chin, "that I do remember saying that."

"Well then," Chris positively purred his response. "How about I slip into those pants and see if you still like the view?"

Sebastian got up from the couch and beckoned his lover toward the bedroom. "This is an excellent idea."

Much later, both sweaty and panting from their exertions, Sebastian complimented Chris' thieving skills. A booming laugh and a tighter hug was the only appropriate response, which Chris gladly provided.

#i hope you like it! #it's short though lol #ooh this is my first Evanstan fic #cool! #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #dodger evans #late night writing

[chrisevansluv]

Remember that Lightyear interview when he acted all coy about whom he would like to take on a deserted island or something? He said he knew whom he was taking but he wouldn't tell because he didn't want to hurt feelings. I bet he was talking about her now // what about the photo he posted driving with Dodger and the commercial…who was filming that one clip? It wasn’t Chris

I mean, that could've been anyone in his circle. But yup, the possibility is there and they have always been up on our noses

There are so many possbilities right now

#cevansluv #alba #anon to anon

[hyunjins-fat-gf]

Christopher bang chan is in timeout until further notice!!

'Say please' Sir. Sir you cannot do that.

This man really gets on the internets calls himself our daddy and tells us to say please. Like i will never believe he doesnt know exactly what hes doing or that hes not doing it on purpose.

Hes a menace and he needs to be stopped !!!

JAIL, STRAIGHT TO JAIL CHRSTOPHER. This man knows exactly what the hell he is doing. There is violence behind his sweet coy demeanor. He is such a Libra man,everyday he just let's Venus rule him and continues to act like this. He has been acting up so much recently and I don't know if I'm strong enough. He does this on purpose and he needs to be stopped. Or, fully commit go absolutely off the rails. Go bananas Chris go bananas. Be as unhinged as possible.

[majaloveschris]

I know there's that belief of 'no such thing as bad press', but this is all becoming increasingly tragic and ridiculous.//

Some people just want to be famous and don't care how they become famous. She's not really serious about acting, she just wants to be famous and get a rich guy to bankroll an expensive lifestyle for her (and her friends). Wouldn't be surprised if she'll be on Portuguese reality shows in a few years, playing "coy" about her never-existing relationship with a Hollywood star.

It could still work, but definitely not with Chris. 

#anon answered #anonymous #anon ask #answered ask #answered #cevans love #cevans-love

[nightlyvisitor]

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. ( for Lucien )

Cold. It was a strange feeling, the way icy particles clung to his obsidian coat, pale face and bloodied hands...well most of his body was coated in lively shades of red, but there was a reason for this macabre painting.

His memory pieces back, a few fleeting images, getting packed up for a mission, the landing...and a very suspicious yet sugary sweet smile coming from their anonymous intel. An intel that should have revealed more about the still remaining Umbrella head scientists...yet what went wrong? The person played coy, making sure to greet and bring them to a secluded, "safe" place...a place that once was once home to many remarkable minds...remarkable yet foul in their experimentation.

The BSAA hasn't had a good trail on Umbrella for a while...lucky for them their guide would soon reveal more info and any digital data that contained forbidden files and knowledge...but it never came. Whatever the man's deal was, shots were opened, "guard dogs" let go to jump them, while the coward stayed back...of course, why do the hard job when the mutated souls could clean this mess up. It soon became a flurry of moves and jabs, anything to keep himself safe and direct dangerous attacks on him...he could take it, he was used to pain...and in this case, their team needed everyone alive. It soon that all shots and growls fizzle into undulated cries and Lucien is left standing over their supposed help, hand wrapped around his neck. It takes him a lot of focus and words from Chris to not strangle the guy, but eventually, he is immobilized and cuffed. For a moment Lucien lies down, leaning back against the old rumble as he lets Redfield and then rest communicate the situation and any important details. He was still getting used to new teams, new faces...but he was at least glad that one never seemed to change. A small tug snaps him out of his trance as he eyes the older operative...despite the serious, stone-cold expression, those blue hues couldn't hide everything, especially when that concern stood out so much his face. For a moment the mutated wants to brush that worry off, but as soon as he feels a gentle dap...he hesitates. Normally touch wasn't something he was always comfortable with...but with certain people, he was slowly growing to accept it...or at least under the meaning behind it. And just like that Lucien gives a little smile before his less bloodied palm finds the other's shoulder. "What's important...is that nobody else got hurt. But you're right...some of those swipes got a bit too close for comfort." The young man speaks, mumbling the last part as he continues to eye the other's hand...slow, careful in its mission to soothe his pain.... And with that act of selfless...comes a small one, one that despite the many trappings reaches out to grow.

#doing first ask in a while #still feeling a bit rusty but I am trying to keep things a bit shorter than usual until I can get into my groove #°°music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life°° lucien musing #VALOURBOUND-Chris Redfield

[clickvibes]

Burna Boy, Davido, Rema, Asake & Ayra Starr Nominated for 2023 MTV EMAs | See Full List

MTV has announced the full list of nominees and introduced a new category for the 2023 MTV EMAs. African music stars Burna Boy, Davido, Rema, Asake, Ayra Starr, and Aya Nakamura have been nominated for the “Best Afrobeat” category, while Asake, Burna Boy, Libianca, Diamond Platnumz, and Tyler ICU bagged nominations in the “Best African Act” category. Rema also received a nomination in the “Best Song” category for the “Calm Down” remix with Selena Gomez. “Big 7” singer Burna Boy was also nominated in the “Best Live” category. Monde Twala, Senior Vice President and General Manager for Paramount Africa and Lead for BET International, said, “2023 marks a historic moment for the MTV EMAs as we proudly embrace and celebrate the rich diversity of talent from across the globe. This year’s nominations reflect our commitment to showcasing artists from all corners of the world, highlighting their unique voices and talent. We are thrilled to introduce the ‘Best Afrobeats’ category, a testament to the global impact and influence of this vibrant genre.” Paris Nord Villepinte, operated by Viparis, is the official venue for the 2023 MTV EMAs. The live event is marking its first return to Paris since 1995 with a colourful, immersive MTV EMA wonderland for fans to enjoy. The 2023 MTV EMAs will be broadcast live on MTV in more than 150 countries. The show will broadcast live from Paris on Sunday, November 5, at 20:00 WAT, across 150+ countries on MTV (DSTV Channel 130) and MTV Base (DSTV Channel 322). See the full list of nominees below: BEST AFROBEATS Asake Aya Nakamura Ayra Starr Burna Boy Davido Rema BEST AFRICAN ACT  Asake Burna Boy Libianca Tyler ICU Diamond Platnumz BEST SONG Doja Cat – Paint The Town Red Jung Kook feat. Latto – Seven Miley Cyrus – Flowers Olivia Rodrigo – vampire SZA – Kill Bill Taylor Swift – Anti-Hero Rema, Selena Gomez – Calm Down BEST VIDEO Cardi B feat. 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[sinistcrhood]

[reverse for Scarlett ]❆ to tease my muse

LESS CRINGY NSF/T // INTIMACY MEMES

ㅤㅤㅤ"Sit."

ㅤㅤㅤScarlett ordered, pushing Chris back down onto the bed as she remained standing before him. Smiling wickedly down at him now that she had him right where she wanted him.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Just sit back, relax, and enjoy~"

ㅤㅤㅤAfter he'd listen and wait and watch her every move, Scarlett's smile would turn genuine as she looked up at him from beneath long, dark lashes. Acting coy as she began to strip out of her already revealing outfit. Showing off a beautifully intricate lace set of lingerie beneath that was a nice pink tone that went well with her natural skin color. Turning around in place, she'd bend over a bit and wiggle her ass at him as her palms slid up the length of her thighs. Just before she reached her inner thighs, she'd turn around and stop. Facing Chris again with her hands behind her back as if she was innocent and sweet.

#bewitchingbaker #opened mail #scarlett answers #queue me after six

[georgiapeach30513]

What u think about the GQ pics were Chris bitting his necklace ? Was it intentional ? Do u think it would've been so good if they just put him in only the netted tank top without that black t shirt ? I'm sorry for asking these many questions 😔

I told him to act coy and shy.

That mesh top is tragic and I don’t like talking about it

[cyarskj52]

BET Awards 2023: See The Complete List Of Winners 

By Tony M. Centeno

June 25, 2023

Photo: Getty Images

The results are in!  On Sunday night, June 25, the BET Awards 2023revealed this year's winners in 21 categories. Some of the winners were announced during the official pre-show. Libianca received the award for Viewer’s Choice: Best New International Act following her performance at Red Carpet Live! Meanwhile, Beyoncé won big by claiming the awards for BET Her and Viewer's Choice Award while newcomers Latto and Coco Jones also claimed trophies at the annual awards show. The biggest winner of the night was Busta Rhymes, who took home the Lifetime Achievement Award. He's only the third rapper in the network's history to receive the award following Queen Latifah and Diddy. 

Earlier this month, BET shared the full list of nominees. Drake took the lead with seven nominations including Best Male Hip Hop Artist, Best Group with 21 Savage and Best Collaboration with Future and Tems. GloRilla came in second with six nominations including Best Female Hip Hop Artist, Best New Artist, Album of the Year for Anyways, Life’s Great..., Video Of The Year and Best Collaboration. 21 Savage and Lizzo tied as the third-most nominated artists with five nominations each.  Congratulations to all the winners! See who won in bold below. 

Album Of The Year

Anyways, Life's Great GloRilla

Breezy Chris Brown

God Did DJ Khaled

Her Loss Drake & 21 Savage

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers Kendrick Lamar

Renaissance Beyoncé - WINNER

SOS SZA - WINNER

Best Female R&B/Pop Artist

Ari Lennox

Beyoncé

Coco Jones

H.E.R.

Lizzo

SZA - WINNER

Tems

Best Male R&B/Pop Artist

Blxst

Brent Faiyaz

Burna Boy

Chris Brown - WINNER

Drake

The Weeknd

Usher - WINNER Best Group

City Girls

Drake & 21 Savage - WINNER

Dvsn

Flo

Maverick City Music & Kirk Franklin

Quavo & Takeoff

Wanmor

Best Collaboration

“Big Energy” (Remix) - Latto & Mariah Carey featuring DJ Khaled

“Boy’s A Liar Pt. 2” - Pinkpantheress & Ice Spice

“Call Me Every Day” - Chris Brown featuring Wizkid

“Can't Stop Won't Stop” - King Combs featuring Kodak Black

“Creepin'” - Metro Boomin, The Weeknd & 21 Savage

“F.N.F. (Let's Go)” - Hitkidd & Glorilla

“Tomorrow 2” - GloRilla & Cardi B

“Wait For U” - Future featuring Drake & Tems - WINNER

Best Female Hip Hop Artist

Cardi B

Coi Leray

GloRilla

Ice Spice

Latto - WINNER

Megan Thee Stallion

Nicki Minaj

Best Male Hip Hop Artist

21 Savage

Drake

Future

J. Cole

Jack Harlow

Kendrick Lamar - WINNER

Lil Baby

Video Of The Year

“We (Warm Embrace)” - Chris Brown

“2 Million Up” - Peezy, Jeezy & Real Boston Richey Feat. Rob49

“About Damn Time” - Lizzo

“Bad Habit” - Steve Lacy

“First Class” - Jack Harlow

“Kill Bill” - SZA - WINNER

“Tomorrow 2" - GloRilla & Cardi B

Video Director Of The Year

A$AP Rocky For AWGE

Benny Boom

Burna Boy

Cole Bennett

Dave Free & Kendrick Lamar

Director X

Teyana "Spike Tey" Taylor - WINNER

Best New Artist

Ambré

Coco Jones - WINNER

Doechii

Flo

GloRilla

Ice Spice

Lola Brooke

Dr. Bobby Jones Best Gospel/Inspirational Award

“Bless Me” - Maverick City Music & Kirk Franklin - WINNER

“Finished (Live)” - Tamela Mann

“I've Got Joy” - Cece Winans

“Kingdom” - Maverick City Music & Kirk Franklin featuring Naomi Raine & Chandler Moore

“New” - Tye Tribbett

“One Moment From Glory” - Yolanda Adams

“The Better Benediction (Pt.2)” - PJ Morton featuring Lisa Knowles-Smith, Le'andria Johnson, Keke Wyatt, Kierra Sheard & Tasha Cobbs Leonard

Viewer’s Choice Award

“Break My Soul” - Beyoncé - WINNER

“Jimmy Cooks” - Drake featuring 21 Savage

“Kill Bill” - SZA

“First Class” - Jack Harlow

“Super Freaky Girl” - Nicki Minaj

“About Damn Time” - Lizzo

“Last Last” - Burna Boy

“Wait For U” - Future featuring Drake & Tems

Best International Act

Aya Nakamura (France)

Ayra Starr (Nigeria)

Burna Boy (Nigeria) - WINNER

Central Cee (UK)

Ella Mai (UK)

Ko (South Africa)

L7nnon (Brazil)

Stormzy (UK)

Tiakola (France)

Uncle Waffles (South Africa)

Viewer’s Choice: Best New International Act

Asake (Nigeria)

Camidoh (Ghana)

Flo (UK)

Libianca (Cameroon) - WINNER

Maureen (France)

Mc Ryan Sp (Brazil)

Pabi Cooper (South Africa)

Raye (UK)

Werenoi (France)

BET HER

“About Damn Time” - Lizzo

“Boy's A Liar Pt. 2” - Pinkpantheress, Ice Spice

“Break My Soul” - Beyoncé - WINNER

“Her” - Megan Thee Stallion

“Lift Me Up” - Black Panther: Wakanda Forever - Music From And Inspired By - Rihanna & Ludwig Göransson

“Players” - Coi Leray

“Special” - Lizzo

Best Movie

Black Panther: Wakanda Forever - WINNER

Creed 3

Emancipation

Nope

The Woman King

Till

Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody

Best Actor

Amin Joseph

Brian Tyree Henry

Damson Idris - WINNER

Daniel Kaluuya

Demetrius 'lil Meech' Flenory Jr.

Donald Glover

Michael B. Jordan

Best Actress

Angela Bassett - WINNER

Coco Jones

Janelle James

Janelle Monáe

Keke Palmer

Viola Davis

Zendaya

Youngstars Award

Akira Akbar

Alaya High

Demi Singleton

Genesis Denise

Marsai Martin - WINNER

Thaddeus J. Mixson

Dylan Gilmer

Sportswoman Of The Year Award

Alexis Morris

Allyson Felix

Angel Reese - WINNER

Candace Parker

Naomi Osaka

Serena Williams

Sha'carri Richardson

Sportsman Of The Year Award

Aaron Judge

Bubba Wallace

Gervonta Davis

Jalen Hurts - WINNER

Lebron James

Patrick Mahomes

Stephen Curry Lifetime Achievement Award Busta Rhymes

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