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New Year Hangover // Chris Evans

Opening your eyes was an assault. Closing the curtains before you went to sleep was not something you considered, because now they were wide open and the sunlight was glaring at you, forcing you off the couch and into the kitchen for water, coffee, painkillers still wrapped in your blanket. It was bright in there too, so when you saw a pair of sunglasses someone had discarded on the counter, you scrambled to put them on and block out all this bullshit light. As it turned out, they were just those weird barred ones that the people who sang Party Rock Anthem wore a lot. You took them off and scowled at them, throwing them over your shoulder on your way to your coffee machine, and the painkillers in the cabinet above. There was nothing more you needed right now.

"Fuck, dude." You mumbled to yourself, dry swallowing two pills then downing an entire mug of scalding coffee to wash them down. You could feel the stabbing headache in your head lessen almost instantly, so burning your mouth was worth it.

"Morning." Chris mumbled, shuffling into the kitchen and rubbing his temple. You furrowed your brow at the noise, turning slowly to look at him. His shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was a birds nest and your own lipstick was still smothered all over him. You probably looked just as wrecked. He took your mug right from your hand, but there was nothing in it; you refilled for him. He said thank you, but it came out more like "'Ank you."

"What d'you wanna do today?" You asked, pecking his lips when he leaned in. He sighed, downed more coffee, then stole the ends of your blanket to wrap himself in it too. You buried your head in his chest, comfortingly dark and perfect to combat your hangover.

"Nothing."

"Wanna go back to bed?" You asked, your voice muffled a little by his skin.

"Yeahhh."

You giggled and, still bundled together with the blanket, stumbled through the hall and back into bed. Chris fell instinctively onto the bed and dragged you with him, the mattress groaning at the weight and wood creaking through years of no regard for how damaging pillow fights on top of it would be. You sighed and lay full-starfish on Chris, Dodger picking himself up and sitting on top of you both.

"I'm gonna close the blinds and get some water from the bathroom for us." Chris mumbled after what felt like forever and simultaneously three seconds. You groaned when he gently eased you onto the mattress and got up, sighing and limping like an old man to the curtains. Darkness, delicious, delightful darkness, sucked the light away and let you feel like you could breathe again, open your eyes fully. The shadowy shape of Chris hobbled to the bathroom, and he returned with your toothbrush mug full of tap water that spilled at every step. You sat up and took it from him before he could drink, gulping it then handing it back with a guilty grin he probably couldn't see.

"Don't smile at me like that, it looks so creepy in the dark." He said, and you could hear him smiling, but your eyes still hadn't adjusted enough to see it on him. You could tell it would be that signature one-sided smirk, and were instantly unhappy you couldn't see it.

"You wanna take your dress off and go to sleep?" He asked, and you could hear that he was peeling his shirt off.

"You're so forward, Chris, oh my goodness." You teased, reaching round as best you could to unzip yourself. You stood up to step out of it and instantly, Dodger attacked it. You giggled, then inhaled sharply at Chris touching your hips.

"Don't do that without warning, it's so scary." You breathed, turning round to where you knew he would be sat now. His fingertips ghosted your stomach as you did, sending shivers up and down your skin and smothering it in thick goosebumps.

"You've got such soft skin, y/n."

"Thanks, I'm only borrowing it."

Chris absently rested his head on your stomach and kissed it softly. You giggled a little.

"C'mon, let me get into bed, dumbass." You pulled away from him and shuffled forward in the dark until your knees hit the bed frame and you crawled beneath the covers, Chris following you. He lay on his back, one arm around your waist and the other just resting on it, trailing loose patterns on it. You snuggled into his side, and one of his legs snaked between yours and they stayed there, tangled up like ivy, with Dodger on the other side of Chris.

"Feel better soon, y/n." Chris mumbled into your hair before kissing it. You hummed back and tilted your head up to kiss him quickly.

"Feel better soon."

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