Chris and Co. Oneshots

Floofy Haired Treat - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: This is the 3rd instalment of the Floofy Haired Triology!

 Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Language! Written very quickly and spordically throughout the day, and barely editied!

You closed the door with a heavy sigh, leaning back against it as you screwed your eyes shut and took a deep shaky breath trying your hardest to stop yourself from crying.

This week had been a week from hell. This time of the year was always busy for you, with so many contracts to renew, and clients to meet. Most of your clients were lovely accommodating people who understood that you were busy, but there were always a few that demanded your attention no matter how many other clients you needed to work with.

And today every client you met and dealt with was one of those clients.

Your eyes opened to the sound of claws tapping against the hardwood floors, a weak smile reaching your lips as you saw Dodger trotting over to you with one of his toys in his mouth. You bent down to greet him, scratching him behind the ear as he cuddled up next to you.

"Hey bubba, have you had a good day hm?" You hum as he licks your cheek.

Dodger then sits down in front of you and lets out a little whine as he glances at the door.

"I know bubba I miss him too" you sigh running your hand over the top of your head.

Chris was away filming yet another movie, this time it was the holiday action comedy with The Rock. However, unlike all the other movies he'd been shooting this year you hadn't been able to join him. You'd decided to stay at home so you could deal with your work easier, able to meet clients in person instead of over zoom.

A decision you were really starting to regret because there wasn't anything that you wanted more than to be in his arms as he comforted you. The feel of his large hands running up and down your back, his lips on the top of your head as he whispered comforting words.

You sniffled back your tears taking another big breath as you stood up and grabbed Dodger's leash "come on bubba lets get some fresh air"

You has hoped getting out of the house would help your sullen mood. But even Dodger chasing after squirrels and the ball did little to lift your mood and get you out of your head. By the time you got home you were in an even worse mood.

You couldn't even call Chris because you knew he would be busy, you just had to wait for when he finished shooting for the night. Whenever that was.

For the rest of the evening you tried to do some work or relax but it was impossible. You were just too exhausted, too down in the dumps. The final nail in the coffin was when you opened instagram and saw Chris had posted. Any other day your heart would sing at the sight of a floofy haired selfie but today it just made it ache, and you miss him that much more. You were happy that he seemed to be having fun and enjoying filming, but you just wished he was here.

In the end you just gave up and went to bed where you lay wide awake staring up at the ceiling. The room far too silent for you liking. Gone was the sound of soft snores from the gentle giant you usually shared the bed with. It felt like it was the dead of winter without his warmth enveloping you.

The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulled you from your thoughts. Lifting it up you saw it was Chris facetiming you, but in that moment you just couldn't answer. He was having so much fun, you knew he would worry about you and you didn't want to be the reason the dark cloud descended over him. You would take today to mope in your own self pity and when you spoke to him tomorrow everything would be okay.

Darkness fell in the room once more as the ringing stopped and you instantly felt guilt suffocating you. You considered calling him back but then your phone glowed once more as he sent you a text.