Smuts & imagines

Pam & Tommy who? - Chris Evans

Chris Evans and I have been friends for almost seven years. But we've been together for four of those years. The only people that knew were us, and our castmates. It was nice but we were bad at hiding it. Everyone was shipping us and looking for evidence that we were together. It bothered me. Especially when they fought over who would make a better couple:

Me and Chris, Chris and Scarlett, me and Scarlett, Chris and Seb, or Me and Seb.

It was really hard listening to all the whispers and comments. Chris was really comforting and helpful. He knew I was insecure. Back when we first met I didn't care as much, and I was very carefree. But now losing Chris was my only nightmare at night. I can't tell him that though. Aside from our terrors, and the fans, we were okay. things were going great.

That was till the paparazzi followed us back to my apartment.

Chris and I were finishing practicing our scene together in the living room. Even acting you could see his love for me in his eyes. What a sweetheart.
"I'm tired love" I muttered. Chris took my hand and pressed a kiss on my knuckles "Let's go get some rest then?" He offered. I nodded and we went into the bathroom where we brushed our teeth, then hair. As I did so Dodger attempted to climb on the bathroom counter, Chris trying to keep him down. We got into bed where he spooned me letting our legs intertwine. Dodger sat at our feet falling asleep as we did too. It was nice being wrapped up in his arms. The world felt silenced.
We were silent. But even in that silence I never felt better. Happier.

Our life was in fact perfect. And nothing would ruin that

Or so I thought.

"Chris..." I whispered waking up to loud noise and a flash.
"Chris get up!" I jumped up when I saw a random guy in my apartment. Chris jumped up the same way I had, and the man ran out. I cuddled into Chris' side that night unable to sleep.

We had our locks replaced and added more. We locked the windows every night. But it wasn't enough. Something didn't feel right. A couple of weeks later after Chris and I had made love for the first time together since the encounter. I received a call from a No Caller ID. I hit the answer button and put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?"
"Hi there. How was it?"
"How was what?"
"Did he taste good?"
"Excuse me? I think you have the wrong number."
"No this is Chris' pretty girl right?"
"Who are you?"
"You don't remember me?"
"No? Why would I?"
"You look, terrified sweetheart. You should fix those wrinkle lines."
"Oh my god. Where are you?"
"Sitting behind a laptop watching you. Y'know Seb? when he called you a pretty doll in the movie and Chris had to watch you kiss another man, was that when he decided you belonged to him? That you were his property?"
"Shut the hell up! Where's the camera?"
"Find it yourself 'daddy's girl'"

I dropped my phone and ran to Chris who'd gone for water. "Help. We need to find the camera in our room. Someone's been recording us." His eyes widened and he ran into our room. I followed behind as fast as I could and we searched together. I picked up my phone. "Where is it!?" I heard a chuckle and tore apart the room till I found it. I looked at Chris who hugged me as a comforting source.

The next day when we got up we were all over the internet. My moans and our skin slapping together combined were driving us crazy. And certainly not the good kind. Fans would come at us and people would call me a slut and a whore. I felt awful. I felt sick to my stomach. They were attacking me. The look on his face broke my heart

"It's okay. In a week they'll have someone else's nudes everywhere and they'll forget about us." Chris was trying to assure both of us that it'd be over soon enough. I shook my head a knot building in my stomach and not the good kind. "We should break up." I spit out. His tears nearly poured out and I packed his stuff. Not taking a second to think. "Wait no! That's the opposite of what we should do!" He said sadly. I shook my head "Chris stop! Please. I can't do this. My nudes are on the internet! I'm gonna get fired." He took the bag from me and tossed it on the ground. "Please. We can make this work. I promise it's not that big of a deal!" I pushed at his chest angrily. "NO! ITS NOT THAT BIG A DEAL!? REALLY? HOW ARE YOU SO CALM!?" He held my wrists stopping me from hitting him. "I'm not. It's just- it happens okay? Nudes get leaked, sex videos go viral! It'll go away!" I yanked my wrists from him. "Get out of my house." He sighed and took his bag leaving.

I curled up in my bed sobbing. My career was over. I'm supposed to be perfect. In everyone's eyes. My boyfriends,
My moms
My dads
My whole fandoms
My friends.
And that's all been destroyed by one sex tape.
I've never been so stupid.

My phone rang and I answered. "What?" I said bluntly. "YOU LITTLE WHORE! YOU LEAKED YOUR SEX TAPE!?" I groaned quietly at my managers voice. "It wasn't me. Some guy broke in and put a camera in our room."
He took a deep breath and growled like a dog. "I will talk to the crew. I will try to push you past this but do not fuck up anything or I will fire you so quick you won't even be able to talk me out of it."

•
It's been three days and I still feel like shit. All I want is Chris.
I haven't gone to work.
I haven't left my bed.
I'm hungry. But I also have to pee.
I'm also thirsty.
I heard music out my window and I opened my window to Chris. "Chris!?" I shouted. He looked up, a stereo over his head playing the song 'Africa.' I snickered as he got wet by the pouring rain.

"I LOVE YOU. AND I DON'T CARE IF MY NUDES ARE EVERYWHERE. ALL I WILL EVER WANT IS YOU. AND I FEEL STUPID BUT I SAW IT IN A MOVIE YOU SAID YOU LIKED. MY ARMS HURT. CAN I PUT IT DOWN?" I giggled a little but nodded "sure!" He simply turned off the stereo and I ran downstairs. I swung the door open and tossed myself in his arms.

He laughed a little moving the hair from his face. I looked up to see the paparazzi and I flipped them off. Chris grabbed my hand putting it down and kissing me the same way he did the first time around.

It quickly occurred to me that we could have sued the man behind it all. Chris makes me think. Chris makes me smile, cum, laugh, and he makes me wanna live. And I love him.

Debating on making a part 2 :D lemme know?