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buckys-wintersoldier · 2 months

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Wisdom teeth | Chris Evans

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You need to the dentist to remove your wisdom teeth.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.532

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (M) 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, implied smut, fingering (fem!receiving), anxiety, dentist appointment, surgery, being high after surgery, fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hiii, Not sure if you are taking any request but would you mind writing a Chris Evans request for me you can either use Chris Evans or (Andy barber) 😭🥺🫶🏼 I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed next week on Wednesday and I’m scared shitless like scared 😭 happen to be in my late 20s and dealt by afraid of needles, doctors, anything to do with medical things in general.. feel like I’m about to walk into a lions den.. I’d rather jump of out a plane than do this 😭 sorry for the long introduction thing I’m really nervous… and sorry for wasting your time if you don’t even do requests or this isn’t your cup of tea :( But I was wondering if you could write a long image 2k plus or it doesn’t have to be 🥺 …. something along the lines of the reader getting her teeth out and her in recovery and he’s there with her through everything and super supportive… mushy gushy fluff husband vibes… takes care of her and just good comforting vibes… and comforts her when she needs to be put under for the surgery… I love your writing style.. your page is a beautiful comfort piece of happiness in my daily life. I understand if you can’t but it was worth a shot 😭🫶🏼🩷💗🎀 I just was wanting something to read afterwards or before to calm my nerves… and can’t seem to find an image and neither are my writing skills any good… Anyways I hope you have a good rest of your day regardless ☺️🌷☀️

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request, this is a bit rushed and not too long but hope you still like it. And thank you for your feedback, I'm glad you like my work!

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A low groan leaves your lips when you see the reminder of the dentist appointment. It's not like you forgot it; how could you? The dentist is one of your biggest fears. The needles, the doctors — they cause an uncomfortable feeling. You just want to run away and get rid of your wisdom teeth. You inhale deeply, wiping the reminder away, and lean back on the couch.

You haven't slept well in days; the appointment causes so many thoughts that you just can't concentrate on something else. Not even your favorite series is helping your mind to stop spinning around the dentist appointment.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts once again, you hear your boyfriend coming home. When he opens the door, you smirk softly, and a moment later it reminds you that you still have that shit appointment, and he will force you to go there.

With a soft sigh, you wrap the blanket tighter around your body. Maybe he just forgot about your appointment, and you can convince him to do something more fun. Chris loves to spend time with you, so he will be into it when you ask him to go out for dinner or a trip tomorrow, right?

“Hi, babe,” he says, smirking when he walks into the living room. When he sees the blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, he laughs. Chris leans against the wall; his eyes brighten when he admires you. “It's so warm; why are you wrapped in a blanket?”

“Because you were working and I needed cuddles!” You explain, nodding your head to underline it. Your husband laughs, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to the couch.

Chris lets himself fall next to you; his legs are slightly spread while he rests his back against the backrest of the couch. His hands are placed on his thighs, and then he turns his head toward you. Just the way he looks at you with that charming smile and his perfect blue eyes causes you to melt.

“Does your blanket cocoon have anything to do with the dentist appointment tomorrow?” He asks, and your eyes widen lightly. He hasn't forgotten the appointment just yet, so maybe you can convince him to do something more fun.

When you're not answering immediately, he chuckles, patting his thighs, waiting for you to move and sit on them. You crawl with your blanket still tight around you, closer to him and on his lap. Then you sit up and let yourself fall down forward, resting your head on his shoulder and your nose in the crock of his neck to inhale his scent deeply. Chris places his hands on your hips. pulling your closer against him.

“Do you wanna go bungee jumping tomorrow?” You ask. Maybe you can convince him to do something like that — it's scary to bungee jump but not as bad as the dentist. “Or we could jump out of a plane? This will be fun, won't it?”

Chris laughs, shaking his head. He moves his hands underneath the blanket, lifting your shirt to place them underneath the fabric. You shiver slightly when his soft fingers hit your skin. He grasps your hips, his thumbs moving soothingly over your stomach, and you sigh softly. Your husband's soft touches can calm you down like nothing else can. “We can go bungee jumping or jump out of a plane some other day, but tomorrow we have an appointment at the dentist.”

“But it's so much more fun to do bungee jumping,” you say, leaning back to show him your best pout. Chris leans forward, capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss with yours. His tongue glides over your lips, waiting for you to part them before he pushes his tongue into yours. When the two of you pull back, his forehead is resting against yours, and he looks deep into your eyes — they are so calm and beautiful.

“Pouting isn't working, babe. But we can jump out of a plane as often as you want after the appointment,” he offers, but you shake your head. You don't want to jump out of a plane, then, since that's still something you wouldn't do, but you would prefer it instead of going to the dentist. “I love you, and I will be there with you tomorrow. I will punch everyone who hurts my beautiful girl. And for now, I have a good idea for some distraction.”

Before you can ask him what he means, one of his hands is slipping into your pants, and you throw your head back. Chris finds your clit, rubbing small circles on it while he listens to the soft moans that leave your lips. He moves his hand and smirks. When he looks into your eyes, your lips parted, your cheeks red, and the way you look through your lashes, it makes him go crazy.

“Let's get into bed and continue there; it's more comfortable,” he says, kissing you before he grasps your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into the bedroom to continue your heated game.

The whole morning, you tried to convince your husband to go bungee jumping or something, but he just shook his head. Somehow he managed to get you into the car and to the dentist, while you told him a lot of reasons why jumping out of a plane or bungee jumping would be a lot more fun.

“Y/N Evans?” a woman asks, looking around, and you stand up. Chris follows you when you make your way to the woman. She smiles politely, but that doesn't stop your fear. When Chris reaches you, he grasps your hand and squeezes it. The three of you walk through the floor until you reach the room for the surgery. Your whole body trembles when you walk into the room.

“They just get rid of your teeth, and then we can jump out of a plane or whatever you want to do,” Chris says, chuckling softly when you look at him annoyed.

The woman who leads you into the room shows you to sit down on the chair; she shows Chris to sit at the edge of the room. Two other women walk into the room, saying hello and smiling nicely, but that doesn't help your nervousness. One of the women is explaining what they are going to do, but you just nod, trying to calm yourself down.

“It won't hurt, but when you feel better, we could ask your husband to come over here to help you calm down,” one of the women asks, and you nod immediately, smiling softly while your eyes light up when you look at Chris. He nods, pushing the chair closer, and sits down. The women prepare everything, and before you recognize it, the surgery starts, and you feel Chris playing with your pants while he looks at you, smirking when you roll your eyes.

When you wake up from your short sleep, you look around. Your mind feels really funny, and the guy who is playing with your pants looks really familiar. When you look at him with confusion, he chuckles softly, moving the chair to sit closer to you. “WOAH! You're Chris Evans!”

He laughs deeply, and you shiver slightly. Chris Evans is sitting in a room with you, touching you! You look him up and down; your mouth drops when he kisses your hand softly. His fingers feel so soft on your skin, and his plump lips are even softer.

“I've dreamed about kissing you,” you say, nodding to underline your statement. Chris can't hold back but bursts out laughing. You furrowed in confusion, not understanding why he laughed about it. He then leans closer and captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen when he pulls away and laughs again. “Chris Evans kissed me!”

When it knocks at the door, it swings slowly open, and a woman walks into the room. She smiles when she sees you with a dropped jaw. “Y/N Evans, right?”

“YOU'RE MARRIED?” You shout and look at your husband, who nods. “You just kissed me! I need to tell your wife that!”

“You can take her home now. The confusion should fade away in a few hours.”

Chris nods, then he gets up the chair, helping you to sit up, and kisses you once again. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“You love your wife!”

“I do; I just told her and kissed her,” he says, and your eyes widen, giggling. Chris brings the two of you home, and after a few hours, your mind is clear again. Your husband has told you about the way you reacted when you saw ‘the Chris Evans'; you both laughed about it. Chris makes dinner for the two of you while you look for a movie you could watch. He made some ice cream for you to cool your mouth, and you look at him the whole time while he makes dinner, smirking about how cute he is. He's so in love with you, like you're with him.

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megalony · 5 months

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This is a new Eddie x Buck x Reader imagine I've come up with, based on a few different requests I've gotten. I should be doing a follow up part to this if anyone is interested. Any feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Eddie and Evan used to be single parents, but not anymore. Now, alongside (Y/n), they're co-parenting their kids, Chris and Lottie, and are about to move in together.

Enjoy.

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"Are you okay? You've been looking at your phone every five minutes," Evan pushed his weight down onto the pull-up bar, swaying his feet back and forth in the air for a few seconds before he dropped down to the floor.

"I'm just… my boy likes it when I pick him up from school, and I'm not, so,"

A gentle smile formed on Evan's lips as he watched Eddie wave his hands about before he settled them back on his thighs and stared down at his phone. It was a look Evan had worn quite a few times over the past year, one he wasn't used to seeing on anyone else.

"So, you're hovering?"

"I guess. He's got a new home and a new school, and now it's not always me getting him from school. It's a lot to get used to, and it's just us now." Eddie tried to smile but he couldn't find it in himself to do so, it was too hard contorting too many muscles when all he wanted to do was sigh and go home. "Doing this alone ain't great- I don't expect you to understand,"

Pulling away from the weights, Evan wiped his hands on the towel before he plonked himself down next to Eddie on the bench in the gym. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, tilting his head to the side to look at his new work partner with a perplexed look.

"You're not the only single dad here, you know." Evan tried really hard to keep the snarky tone out of his voice but he couldn't quite manage it.

Something inside him told him to be protective, put his defences up around someone new. Someone who didn't know Evan like the rest of the team. But if they were going to be partners, they may as well open up and share a few things.

"You have kids?"

Evan reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, tilting it so Eddie could see his lockscreen. "That's my baby girl," A calmer, more soothing tone came to Evan's voice and he cracked a smile when he looked at the picture. It was a more recent picture, he had only just changed the lockscreen. For the past year and a half the picture had been the same. The picture Maddie took of Evan the first time he held Lottie.

Now she was a bit older, Evan finally changed the photo to a selfie of them both where he finally got her to grin at the screen after almost twenty minutes of trying to take a good photo of them both.

"She's sweet… sorry, I uh, I didn't think you…" Whatever way Eddie worded it, he was going to sound rude. When he looked at Evan, he didn't think of him as a dad, but then again people probably thought the same thing when they looked at Eddie.

"No one here believed me when I told them, either. And I get it, being here is hard when you just wanna be home, and when you're all they have… it's tough."

Part of Evan still had a tiny, miniscule bit of anger towards the team, despite how much he loved them all like his own family. He was angry that after working with them for three months, none of them took him seriously when he said he was going to have a baby. And Evan understood why. He had fucked around a lot since before he started at the 118 station and he couldn't remember half the girls he slept with.

So when Leigh turned up on his doorstep and said she was pregnant, Evan hadn't been as thrilled as he should have been.

But he thought the team would have been more considerate and he had blown up when they acted like it was a joke.

"Her mum's not in the picture?"

"Nah, I'll admit I wasn't great at the time, I fucked around and I thought I was careful… Lottie proved me wrong though." He clasped his hands together in his lap and bowed his head. "My ex wasn't happy. And you know I tried, I went to the scans, I sorted my shit out and I was there when Lottie was born. But Leigh left. She seemed to take one look and just… just decided she didn't want her. But I did."

Evan knew if Leigh had the choice, she wouldn't have chosen Evan to be her baby's father. He barely remembered her name when she showed up on his doorstep, he didn't even remember that he'd brought her back to his apartment- more than once.

From the moment she told him, Evan cleaned up his act. He tried harder at work, he stopped sleeping around from the moment Leigh showed up. He attended all her appointments and he had been there when Lottie was born. Maddie made him do a DNA test, she didn't trust Leigh but when it came back positive Evan didn't care. It could have said he wasn't Lottie's father and he would have kept her anyway.

When she was in his arms, his world slotted into place. And Leigh's world fell apart.

"One week later I had sole custody and I haven't seen her since."

It had been the right thing for all of them. Evan wanted his daughter, Leigh didn't and they just drifted immediately. After one week, Leigh was certain a baby wasn't what she wanted in her life. She signed all the papers and Evan didn't have a contact number or a forwarding adress, and that was how he wanted it. If she didn't want contact, Evan would make sure Lottie knew that all she needed was him and her aunt Maddie. No one else mattered.

It was just the two of them against the world.

"Buck?" A tender smile flitted across Eddie's lips as he leaned over the back of the sofa and looked down at his partner. He clasped both hands on Evan's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple, jolting him back to the waking world. "If you need some sleep, go in the bunker room."

"I- no, that was a two minute power nap, I'm good." He groaned through the words as he pushed himself up so he was sitting upright instead of slouched down on the sofa. He had barely nodded off for five minutes, his watch proved it. He didn't mean to fall asleep, he just got comfy, slid down and then he was out.

"Aren't you getting enough sleep at home?" Eddie jested as he slouched down next to him on the sofa and took a gulp of coffee.

"Not when Lottie's coughing her lungs up in my ear I don't."

He usually slept like a log and Lottie was at the stage of sleeping fine through the night. Until four days ago, when she got a chest infection. Since their trip to the doctor, Lottie had been sleeping in Evan's bed and she only managed to sleep when he wrapped her up in his arms and snuggled her against his chest with a blanket. And then she would cough and splutter and wake herself up, going into fits of tears.

She fell asleep properly just two hours before their morning alarm and screamed when Evan told her he had to go to work and she was going to spend the day with Maddie.

He hated leaving her when she wasn't well and she made it impossible for him to leave. Now he was regretting not calling in sick and just spending the day in bed with Lottie. It would have calmed his raging nerves to know that she was tucked up safe with him and that she was alright. Being at work just made him panic that she was getting worse without him there beside her.

"Chris used to get a lot of infections. In the end he'd just spend hours in the bath, the hot water worked best for him."

"Do you remember the last time you were round my house at bath time? My daughter somehow believes she'll get sucked down the drain." Evan had never heard his daughter scream as much as she did when bath time was over and it wasn't even in a tantrum or protest.

Lottie had a horrible fear of going down the plug, she thought as soon as the water started to disappear that she would also get pulled down the drain and be lost in the pipes forever. Either Evan had to get her out the bath first, or he pulled the plug and risked her launching herself on him and harming them both so she could get out as quickly as possible.

And she wasn't even three years old yet.

"Then it's a good job my place has a shower," Eddie grinned around his coffee cup and drained the last drops while he jabbed his elbow into Evan's side in jest.

In about two weeks, Evan, Lottie and their partner (Y/n) would be moving in with Eddie and Chris. It was going to be a big step for all of them and a change for the kids.

Chris couldn't remember the time when his parents had lived together, it had been years and he was only a toddler when Eddie and Shannon split up. And for Lottie, all she knew was Evan. No one else had ever lived with them, she had her dad and that was it. Now, Lottie was going to go from having one parent to gaining two more. She adored Eddie and she seemed to attach to (Y/n) whenever they were in the same room, but living together was a new experience for everyone.

Eddie's last relationship was his marriage and that ended horribly. (Y/n)'s previous relationship hadn't been enjoyable and she had never lived with any of her partners before. And Evan had lived with only one girlfriend before and that had lasted all of three months before he found out about Lottie and the relationship ended on the spot.

All three of them were praying this move would be the right choice for everyone and that it would go smoothly.

"Buck… I think you have some visitors,"

Evan's hand found Eddie's knee and he gave a light squeeze before he leaned his head over the cushion, rapidly looking around to see where Bobby was. He found the Captain at the top of the stairs, smiling as he pointed over his shoulder to signal where the visitors were.

He could feel himself livening up as he jumped up from the sofa and headed over to the stairs. There weren't many people it could be visiting him and he had a sneaking suspicion it was his daughter. A bubble of panic burst to life along with adrenaline in Evan's stomach at the thought of it being Maddie and Lottie turning up. That had to mean Lottie was getting worse if Maddie was bringing her down to the station to see him.

He scooted past Bobby, trying not to trip as he hurried down the stairs towards his sister who was just walking past one of the trucks.

She was smiling at him which was a good sign and calmed down one of Evan's many nerves. She had Lottie's bag on her shoulder and the two year old bouncing on her hip, clinging to her as she coughed into Maddie's neck.

"Hi babygirl,"

The moment Lottie registered Evan's voice cooing at her, she lifted her head and her pale lips pulled into a smile, briefly obscured by another cough. She stretched her arms out and whined, bashing her feet into Maddie's stomach and back until Evan was close enough to scoop her up.

He flashed his pearly whites, grinning like a shark when he picked her up and reeled her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His large hand smoothed up and down Lottie's back, rubbing soothing circles to try and help ease her cough. Evan could feel her nimble fingers scrunching up in his shirt and she smothered her face against his exposed neck, bending his collar out of her way so she could breathe crackling breaths into his neck.

"Poor baby," Evan mused with his lips meshed into her wild sandy curls that resembled his own. His nose ruffled her curls and he turned his head, squishing his cheek against the top of her head as he started to sway her side to side.

When his eyes locked on his sister, he could see the exhaustion on her face and it made him feel bad. He definitely shouldn't have come to work today. Lottie played up for anyone but Evan when she was ill. If she was her usual self, she would be a Godsend, never made trouble or put a toe out of line and she loved spending time with Maddie. Just not if she was sick.

"How's she been?" He wasn't sure he dare ask and when Maddie pursed her lips and raised a brow, Evan winced.

"Mostly coughing and crying which wasn't a problem at all… it was the screaming when I tried to use this that nearly made her pass out." Fumbling around in her bag, Maddie found the inhaler and spacer that had caused such havoc between her and her niece.

"Oh dear."

When Evan took Lottie to the doctors a few days ago, they could see how congested she was and how hard she was finding it to breathe. So the nurse suggested trying an inhaler but with how young she was, she would need a spacer to go along with it.

A spacer was a plastic tube that the inhaler slotted onto and once the inhaler was pressed, the tube spaced out the steroids so Lottie could inhale it much slower rather than one bout of medicine all at once.

But it did look frightening. She barely let Evan use it with her and when Maddie tried, all she did was scream and say her aunt was being mean. She acted as if Maddie was trying to hit her with it or as if it was full of poison that would kill her instead of make her feel better.

She needed to use it to feel better, she had barely been breathing due to coughing so much. And when she started to scream, her little face went red and she fell down, lightheaded and close to passing out. The only thing Maddie could think of doing was bringing her to the station to see if Evan- or possibly Eddie- could get Lottie to use it. He always managed to calm her down and she knew an hour with him would settle her enough until he finally came home from shift.

"Pass it over, I'll give it a try." He leaned his chest back, tilting Lottie further into his chest so he could reach out and take the inhaler and spacer. Hiding it behind his thigh so Lottie wouldn't see. "Come on baby, let's go watch tv while Maddie gets a drink."

Evan looked over at Chimney, then back at his sister. He knew if he took Lottie for a bit and gave Maddie a break, she could have a drink with Chimney while Evan tried to work his magic on his daughter.

He kept his lips pressed to Lottie's head, smiling to himself when she started to mumble 'daddy' over and over into his neck. His eyes locked with Eddie when he got upstairs but the moment Eddie clocked onto the inhaler, he whistled and raised a brow as he passed to go towards the kitchen. On his way past, Eddie pressed a quick kiss to Lottie's temple, muttering a round of 'good luck' to Evan on his way past.

"You're not sitting with them?" Hen leaned around Eddie as she watched Evan move towards the sofa in front of the tv that was blaring out the latest news. She thought Eddie would have sat with them and made the most of Lottie's visit before they had to get on with their work.

"Oh I'll be able to hear her scream just fine from over here," He dumped his cup in the sink and leaned his forearms down on the kitchen counter. Arching his back out as he looked over at his partner across the kitchen. He wasn't standing close if Lottie was going to try and use her inhaler.

When Evan first tried to get her to use it, Eddie had been on the phone and Lottie had screamed so much Eddie thought he had gone deaf. He heard her call Evan a meanie and cry and wheeze until Evan was almost crying that she was about to turn red.

Eddie would rather wait until Evan had tried his luck with the inhaler before he went to sit with them for a little while.

"Alright babygirl, deep breath for me." Evan sat down on the sofa, hiding the inhaler behind his feet as he perched Lottie on his lap. He pressed a hand to her back and one to her chest, feeling her crackling lungs when she tried to inhale deeply, ending in a cough.

Lottie tilted her head back to look up at Evan, wheezing and tensing her shoulders to try and smother another cough. Her eyes were already watering from the need to cough and she looked paler than she had this morning when he left her. Just looking at his poorly girl made guilt rack up in Evan's stomach and sent him reeling.

"Alright baby, you need to have some medicine."

Evan pursed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Hen, Bobby and Eddie all looking at him with smiles and nodding his way. They weren't going to help, only spectate.

He lifted Lottie up and set her down next to him so he could slide off the sofa and kneel down on the floor in front of her instead. She tucked her legs up beneath her and held onto her little legs, leaning back and forth as she continued to cough and croak. Her tiny button nose crinkled at the end and she shivered.

Her little eyes stayed closed for a few moments which was long enough for Evan to clip the inhaler into the spacer but once Lottie opened her eyes, she paled and leaned back.

"No! No daddy."

Evan predicted Lottie would try to swat at the spacer which was why he held it up above his head, out of her reach. He held his free hand out and gently grabbed her hand as he shook his head.

"Hey now, I thought you liked magic?"

"S'not magic. Nasty, don't want it,"

"It is magic because it will help you breathe better. Come on, be a big girl. Look, I can do it." Evan pretended to press the inhaler and pressed the spacer against his nose and mouth. The last thing he wanted was a deep breath of steroids he didn't need but he would happily play pretend if it got Lottie to go along with him.

He told her it was a toy when she first saw it and pretended to speak into it so she would do the same. But when he pressed the inhaler and she took a deep breath, it tickled her throat and made her chest ignite. It helped, she had enough air to scream at Evan and she didn't trust him after that. Every day since, Evan had to bribe her to try and use it and it was trial and error with her.

Lottie shook her head and leaned as far back into the sofa as she could until Evan reached his arm around her and pulled her back towards him.

"No!"

Eddie winced and hid his grimace behind his hands that were clasped together in front of his face. He could see the pain in Evan's eyes from this distance when Lottie tried to scream but all she ended up doing was slouching forward with a horrid gargling cough.

"Please babygirl? Come on, where's Lottie gone?" For a brief moment, Evan pressed the spacer near his eye, acting as if it was a binocular he was trying to look through.

That was enough encouragement for Lottie to lean closer, apprehension vivid in her eyes but when Evan asked where she was, curiosity got the better of her.

As quick as anything, Evan pressed the inhaler and puffed out his chest, trying to get Lottie to copy him and take a deep breath. He held his breath and puffed out his cheeks that curved into a grin when Lottie tried to breathe into the tube. Her eyes snapped closed and her small fingers scratched into Evan's arm as she tilted her chin down into her chest and squirmed. The deeper breath she took, the more her chest hurt and tickled and it felt like something was physically expanding her lungs for her.

But it helped. She coughed before taking a crackling breath and itching around in Evan's arm until she could push the spacer away. Her head flopped forward onto Evan's shoulder and she curled her arms around his bicep, clinging to him as she took deep breaths.

She felt his arm coil around her waist and his large hand engulfed her hip so he could pull her up into his chest while he kissed the back of her head.

"See? You're so brave. One more for me, just one more then you can go see Eddie, hmm?"

Evan balanced on his heels, feeling a pain burning in the back of his calves from crouching for so long, shifting from his toes to his heels. He kept his left arm around Lottie, holding her against his chest and shoulder and wrapped his right arm around his front until the spacer was near her face. He would gladly cuddle her and hold her close if she would try the spacer again. If he could get her to use it tonight before she went to bed it might help them both sleep better.

She tilted her head from side to side, grumbling and whimpering until Evan pressed the inhaler and held it as close to her nose and mouth as he could manage.

It didn't quite cover her mouth properly and Lottie clenched her hand around Evan's hand that held the spacer, preventing it from completely pressing into her face. She breathed as quickly as she could, inhaling half of the air she was supposed to from the spacer but it was enough for now.

"That's my baby, all done. Good girl," Evan placed the spacer down on the coffee table behind him before he scooped Lottie up in his arms and stood up.

He let her bury her face between his shoulder and chest and curl her legs around his broad chest. Her arms tightly cocooned around his neck until Evan had no choice but to lean forward or have his neck snapped. He kissed the top of her head and pressed his free hand to the back of her neck, smoothing his thumb up and down her cheek as he walked over towards the kitchen.

"See? Didn't I tell you she was brave?" Evan bounced her on his hip, raising a brow when Eddie reached forward to take her. He wasn't so eager when she was screaming but as soon as she returned to the little doe-eyed girl, Eddie was all for her.

"Hi Lottie-cake," Eddie kissed the top of her head, wearing a broad grin when she easily slid from Evan's arms and into his.

He missed having a toddler. He had missed out on a lot of Chris's early childhood and it had taken a lot of trial and error after Shannon left, but Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. Getting together with Evan and (Y/n) had been one of the best things to happen to Eddie. And he got another child in this new relationship. A little girl to spoil, which was exactly how everyone felt when they met Lottie.

"And she's asleep." Eddie wasn't sure whether he was insulted or proud as he looked down and realised her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly into his neck. He could feel how croaky she was and little grumbles and huffs left her lips every now and then, but she seemed very settled.

"Can you stay like that for the rest of the day? Pretty please?" Evan slumped himself down onto the counter and ran his fingers through his hair while he looked lovingly over at his boyfriend.

Couldn't Eddie just stay at the station for the remainder of their shift and hold Lottie? If she was sleeping in his arms like that, she might just get a good rest and feel a bit better. She would wake up as soon as Eddie let her go and when she realised Maddie would be taking her home soon, she would start crying and screaming again.

"I wish. Go sweet-talk Cap and see what he says," A proud smile lit up Eddie's face and he leaned his hips back against the counter, smoothing his free hand through Lottie's mess of curls. He couldn't resist kissing her head and he started slowly swaying from side to side, lightly bouncing Lottie in the crook of his elbow to try and keep her settled and drifting off to sleep.

Evan knew one thing for certain, he wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week if she continued to be this sick.

***

Eddie hummed a quiet tune at the back of his throat to try and keep himself awake, but he could feel his eyelids flagging and his view of the bathroom was starting to blur and become obscured.

He coughed and let out a small grunt before he went back to humming and looked down at the little girl in his arms. Every few seconds, Eddie jostled his arms up and down, moving Lottie up and down while he kissed the back of her head and hummed into her hair.

He trailed his lips down to kiss her cheek and tilted his neck so he could check and see if she was still awake or not. She had suddenly gone rather quiet in his arms.

It had to be sometime around one in the morning.

This was the first time Evan, Lottie and (Y/n) were staying the night with Eddie and Chris. They were all moving in next week so they were doing a trial run for two nights to try and get the kids used to being under the same roof and see how things went.

The night would have gone a lot smoother if Lottie still wasn't down with a chest infection. She loved her room here which was almost finished and she had been so tired she fell asleep during the movie with them all in the living room. Evan put her to bed and every hour or so, one of them checked in on her.

The three of them actually managed to go to bed and get two hours sleep. Then Lottie woke up.

She had been crying and coughing so Eddie gave her some medicine but she suddenly started to croak and wheeze and then she could barely breathe. He had resorted to the bathroom to try something new. Eddie filled the sink with boiling water, put some vapour drops in the water, lathered Lottie in vapour cream to try and clear her airways. And now he was holding her over the sink, getting her to breathe in the steam to clear her chest.

He thought she would scream at him like she did with the inhaler, but the steam seemed to help straight away. Her coughing got worse but in a good way, it was deeper and allowed her to take proper breaths.

Almost twenty minutes Eddie had been doubled over the sink with Lottie in his arms and he felt like he could sleep standing up. But she was keeping him awake on his toes, if he stopped bouncing her in his arms for more than ten seconds, she would whine and bat at his hand to make him continue.

"Atta girl Lottie-cake." He spoke quietly, grinning when he realised she was asleep. Her head lolled onto his bicep and she snuffled, croaking as she dozed off in his arms.

As gently as he could, Eddie lifted her and turned her around in his arms until she was settled on his chest. Her head fell just beneath his chin and she slumped against his upper chest with her palm pressed over his collar bone. Eddie left the sink full and turned off the light, he was too tired to deal with it now when he could tidy up in the morning. After they all got some sleep.

"You can come sleep with us," Eddie kissed the top of her head and made his way to his room. He knew what would happen if he put Lottie down. She wasn't fully asleep yet and if he woke her whilst trying to put her in her own bed, she would start to cry. It would be easier to let her stay with them tonight and try her in her new room again tomorrow.

When Eddie padded back into his room, he carefully eased himself back down onto the bed, making sure Lottie stayed motionless against his chest. He laid out on his back next to (Y/n), inhaling slowly to adjust to the new weight on his chest. Lottie snuggled up until her head was pressed right beneath his chin near his Adam's apple and her arms secured around his neck to keep him close as if he was going to try and escape.

A smile worked its way onto his face when (Y/n) pressed her face up into his shoulder and draped her leg over his, rubbing her foot against his lower leg.

"Goodnight,"

***

"Come on, breakfast is ready!"

Evan jolted forward when a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and nudged him until he moved off balance. His eyes snapped open and he gasped as he rolled from his side and onto Eddie's chest, promptly scaring his partner awake in the process.

"Breakfast!" Chris whined again, nudging Evan until he groaned and ran a hand up and down his face to try and wake himself up.

"W-what time is it?"

"Where's Lottie?" Evan pressed a hand against Eddie's chest and pushed himself up until he could sit up in bed. He ran his fingers through his hair while he looked around the bedroom. Early in the morning he remembered Eddie going to check on Lottie so he and (Y/n) didn't have to and an hour after that, Eddie found Lottie snuggled in bed with them.

Every now and then when she coughed, Evan had reached out to rub his hand up and down her back or kiss her temple if he could reach her. She had climbed over all three of them, moving between who she wanted to lay with.

When Evan's words sank in, Eddie's hands moved to his chest that suddenly felt light and empty. Lottie kept coming back to lay on him during the night, he hadn't realised she had left the room. And so had (Y/n).

"They're making breakfast."

"Alright, we're coming," Eddie pushed up, stretched his arms above his head and climbed out of bed behind Evan. It seemed like the girls had gotten up and got breakfast sorted while the rest of them stayed in bed. Chris's hair was all over the place and he was still in his pyjamas.

A grin took over Evan's features when he padded into the kitchen, still rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up.

There was Lottie, perched on the kitchen counter beside the fridge, a teddy in her arms and (Y/n) stood beside her with a spatula in hand and plates of food all served up around her.

"Morning girls, what are we making?" Evan wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and reeled her into his side like a fish on a hook. His bare chest pressed up into her back and he tucked his face into her neck, pressing a tender kiss there just to feel her shiver against him.

His free hand moved out to cup Lottie's chin and he brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling when she grinned up at him.

"Bacon and eggs."

"Buck… aren't you forgetting something?" A smirk flooded Eddie's face as he picked Chris up for a morning hug and leaned across to put the kettle on to make some coffee. He watched his partner tilt his head and frown in confusion that mixed in with tiredness.

Reaching out, Eddie grabbed the spacer and inhaler from the counter and waved it over at him. He grinned when Evan's jaw slacked and his shoulders slumped before he dropped his face back into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and curled around her like he was pretending to disappear.

Morning and evening, Lottie needed to be encouraged to use the spacer until her infection cleared and she wouldn't let anyone but Evan use it.

He smiled shyly into (Y/n)'s neck when she turned her head to press a gentle, wet kiss to his forehead. They all knew he needed to be more awake and alert if he was going to bribe his daughter to take her inhaler. Breakfast would have to come first to ensure he woke up.

He was glad they all had the next three days off together.

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lives-in-midgard · 1 month

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Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: When Chris finds out that you're sick he wants to be there for you.

Word Count: 1165

Request: I saw requests are open can I ask for a fluff one with Evans and reader is sick and he's there to care for her? It can be hubby/wife and bf/gf or even best friends up to you. Thank you!! [See request here]

A/N: Thank you for sending me this request! I hope you like it! The picture above inspired the parts were they were facetiming.

Divider made by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist

It’s already been two months since your boyfriend Chris Evans left to film his new movie. You missed each other a lot but face timing and texting made it more bearable. Chris tried to call you as often as possible and when he didn’t have time, he sent you a text message. Because he was away filming Chris and you decided that it would be the best if Dodger stayed at your place and when you were at work his brother would look after him.

After picking up Dodger after work, you weren’t feeling well, so you decided to take Dodger for a walk. You thought that it would help when you suddenly sneezed. When you got home you suddenly felt cold and decided to go to bed and watch a movie while cuddling with Dodger. After a while your phone rang and when you looked at it, you started to smile because it was Chris.

“Hey, honey.” He said with a smile.

“Hey, babe.”

“You’re already in bed?” Chris asked a little worried.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to lie down for a while…work was really exhausting today.” You said because you didn’t want to worry him.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry you’ve had such a hard day.” Chris said softly.

“How was your day so far?” You asked and suddenly had to sneeze.

“Bless you, my love.” Chris said and made you blush.

“Well, my day was pretty good. Filming is going great so far.”

“That’s amazing Chris.” You said and sneezed twice and then started to shiver.

“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”

“It’s probably just a little cold.” You said, trying to smile.

“But please promise to let me know if it gets worse.” Chris told you in a worried tone and you nodded.

“Okay, I promise.” You talked for a while about everything that came to your mind and Chris also told you a lot about his day and his new co-stars.

“I miss you so much and can’t wait to be home with you again.” Chris said after a while.

“I miss you too, babe.” You said and you both said I love you, before saying goodbye because Chris had to go.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt so much sicker than the day before. Now you weren’t only sneezing, but you also started to cough and felt slightly dizzy. You decided that it would be the best if you stayed home and called in sick at work. After calling at work, you called Scott to ask if he could pick up Dodger because you were sick.

Most of the time you stayed in bed all day and only got out of bed to get something to eat. When you were lying in bed again with at least two blankets, you suddenly heard your phone ringing. You started to smile, but it quickly faded because you knew how worried Chris can be sometimes, especially when he is away. But you didn’t want to ignore his call, so you picked up and tried to smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” You greeted each other and Chris knew immediately that you weren’t feeling well. There was no chance of denial, so you told him how you really felt.

“Oh no, I wish I could be home and take care of you.” Chris mumbled with a sad expression in his eyes.

“Should I come home?” Chris then suddenly asked.

“No, Chris it’s okay… really.” Then you told him that Dodger is staying at his brother’s home because you didn’t feel the energy of going for a walk with him and thought it would be the best. Chris understood that and hoped that you feel better soon. You only talked for a few more minutes because you felt so tired. Chris understood that, but he was also so sad that he couldn’t be there for you. You didn’t sleep very well that night, you woke up a few times because you were either too cold or too warm. You felt a little better in the afternoon than in the morning. Later when Chris called you, he sadly couldn’t facetime, so you could only talk without seeing each other. You talked for a while when you suddenly heard a knock on the front door.

“Wait, someone is at the door, I’ll call you back babe.” You said, wondering who was at the door. You walked to your apartment door, a bit slowly because you were dizzy. When you opened the door, you couldn’t believe who was standing there.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

“I came here to take care of my girl. I couldn’t stay away from you any longer, especially when I knew that you’re sick.” Chris said as he walked closer to you.

“Oh, Chris thank you.” You said and started to shake.

“Come on honey, let’s get you to bed.” When he noticed that you were getting dizzy, Chris put his hand on your back and guided you to your room. You laid back down in your bed and Chris gently kissed your forehead.

“I’ll go and make you some tea.”

When Chris came back a few minutes later, he placed the cup of tea on your bedside table. You took a few sips and Chris held your back.

“Now let’s cuddle.” Chris said with a smile.

“Are you sure, I don’t want you to get sick.” You asked as Chris already made himself comfortable next to you.

“I’m sure, sweetheart.” You smiled and Chris then wrapped his arms around you. You slept for a while until you felt Chris touching your forehead.

“Sorry that I woke you up honey, but you have a fever.” He said in a soothing voice.

“Oh” You mumbled tiredly, and Chris tucked a hear behind your ear with a worried look on his face.

“Do you have any medicine here?” He asked and you nodded and told him where to find it.

“I’ll get it quick.” Chris said and gave you a smile. After a few minutes he was back with the medicine in his hand.

“Can you sit up for me, sweetheart? Just for a second, so you can take your medicine.” Chris asked and you nodded. Then he helped you to sit up, so your back was leaning against the headboard of the bed. Chris helped you take your medication and then you laid back down.

“Thank you for coming home to me.” You said after you cuddled again.

“I would come home anytime for you.” Chris held you tight and rubbed your back softly.

For the next few days, he took care of you as best as he could. Chris made sure you took your medicine, made you a bath, cooked for you and was there to give you cuddles. A few days later you felt so much better, but Chris still didn’t want to leave you, so he stayed another week to spend some time with his girl.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 11 months

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Pool party

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.8K

SUMMARY | Chris invites you along with his other Marvel co-stars for a pool party to celebrate the fact that you finished shooting your latest movie together. At this party, the sexual tension between you and Chris reaches an all time high, and you both can't take it anymore and you have to have each other right then and there.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ dirty talk, teasing, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), protected sex, nipple play, daddy kink, praise kink, squirting ], swearing.

A/N | Alright, I can't say anything other than the fact that this is an absolute fantasy of mine, and who else to fantasize about than Chris?! 🤤

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

When you finished filming the latest Captain America movie, Chris decided to throw one of his famous pool parties for the Marvel cast, and you were no exception to this. During filming you and Chris were always flirting with each other, which started innocently but as time went on, it got more and more... sexual. The two of you had made it no secret to one another that you wanted to jump each others bones, but for some reason, it never happened. Until this pool party, where everything changed for the better.

As soon as you got the invite from Chris, you knew you had to go out and buy a new bikini to make him drool all over you, because you were planning to finally make a move this time. You absolutely loved the flirting and sexual tension, but there is only so much a person can take before they give into their deepest fantasies. When you found a coral blue bikini, you immediately knew it would be a winner, since it looked absolutely gorgeous on your skin. 'This is sure to make him go crazy!' you think to yourself as you enjoy looking at it in the mirror. You buy it and head home, because you still have some work to do.

About a week later it is finally time for Chris' pool party, and you bring a few bottles of wine, as per his request. Everyone brings a different kind of alcohol so you can all really enjoy the party and just let loose for a night, not caring about a thing in the world. The barbecue is going as well, and there is lots of music and laughter going. You put on your bikini, a pair of distressed black shorts, an oversized tank top and your favorite pair of black sandals. All you need now is your sunglasses and your keys and you will be ready to go. Since everyone plans on doing a lot of drinking, everyone decided to take cabs to his house, and you share on with Sebastian, who lives pretty close to you.

''Damn Y/N, you look absolutely HOT right now!'' Sebastian says when he arrives at your house. ''Thanks Seb, you don't look so bad yourself'' you said with a wink. Everyone knows you and Chris are flirting with each other, but that doesn't mean you don't enjoy the occasional compliment from other guys, it's always nice to have an ego boost after all. ''Ready to go?'' you ask, and you both go downstairs and get a cab. The ride there is a short 30 minute drive, and when you arrive Sebastian pays the cab driver whilst you walk into the house to greet Dodger first. ''Hi buddy, it's great to see you again!'' you say when he comes running to greet you, wanting all the back scratches he can get.

When you can finally go into the yard, you see most of your fellow cast mates have already arrived, only Chris Hemsworth and RDJ are still missing. Most of them are either laying in the pool, sitting on the edge or standing around the barbecue. Chris was standing on the edge and was about to do a flip into the water when he spotted you and his mission failed miserably, falling flat onto his stomach into the water. You can't help but laugh hard at this, and everyone immediately knows you have arrived. ''Hey Y/N, it's good to see you again!'' most of them say, as you give everyone a big hug. ''I missed you guys so much! And Chris, are you okay? We can't have that ripped body of yours hurting too much, now can we?'' you said with a wink and a smirk at him.

''It's your fault!'' he exclaimed and he climbed out of the pool and he runs to you, but you notice it soon enough so you get a little bit of a head start, running inside the house to seek shelter from him there. You run into the kitchen and hide behind the island there, waiting for Chris to come in as well. He took another way into the house and without making a sound he grabs you from behind, making you squeal in the process. ''Got you now!'' he said, and he placed a kiss right below your ear, on one of your most sensitive spots. You hate how he manages to do that every single time.

''Let's get you out of those clothes baby, I can't wait to see that gorgeous body of yours again.'' he whispers into your ear, and you get goosebumps all over your body when you feel his warm breath against your ear. He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts your shirt over your head, so you stand there in your bikini and your shorts still on, and you're glad no one can see what's going on right now. He throws your shirt somewhere and slowly reaches for the button of your shorts, stroking his way from your waist to your hips, and down to the front of your shorts. He opens it and pulls it down in one quick motion.

He kneels down behind you, to take off your shorts, and are well aware how close he is to your ass when you feel him breathing over the fabric of your swimsuit. He puts his hands up and cups both your cheeks with his hands, squeezing and kneading them both and you let out a soft moan at the feeling of his hands. ''Hmm, you sound so good when you moan, it makes me hard, baby...'' Chris says and he moves one of his hands to cup your clothed cunt. ''Fuck, you're so wet for me already, and I haven't even done anything to you yet.'' he says teasingly. Just when he's about to move your swimsuit to the side and run his fingers down your folds to gather some of the wetness, Sebastian walks in and is looking for Chris.

''Hey Y/N, have you seen Chris by any chance? There's something wrong with the barbecue and we can't seem to fix the problem.'' he says, looking around for him and coming dangerously close to where you're standing. If he takes a few more steps to you, he can see Chris sitting behind you, still with his hand on your cheeks and slowly rubbing his other hand over the fabric of your swimsuit, feeling how wet you're getting through the fabric. You try your hardest to not let a moan escape when you answer him ''I haven't seen him, but when I do I'll tell him!'' you say and Sebastian looks a little weird at you, but decides he'll ask you about it later.

''Fuck, that was hot, you're doing so good for me right now, baby,'' Chris says and it turns you on even more, he almost took you right then and there when he found out you have a praise kink, but he managed to keep himself in check. Now, however, he couldn't take it anymore and he had to feel you, taste you, be inside you, because you looked so amazing to him, he went absolutely feral for the bikini you had on. He quickly turns you around so your back is towards the island and puts his mouth on your still clothed cunt. ''I need you baby, I need to taste you so bad, I need to eat this soaking wet pussy of yours'' he says and you spread your legs a little wider to grant him more access.

''Put your leg over my shoulder, that way I can eat that dripping pussy so much better'' he says and you moan as soon as he puts his mouth on your cunt, sucking lightly over the fabric. ''Oh daddy...'' you moan and Chris can feel himself harden in his swim shorts, he didn't know he had a daddy kink until you just said that, but he goes absolutely wild for it. ''Want daddy to make you feel good? Want to be daddy's good girl?'' he says, and you nod. ''Words baby, I need words.'' ''Yes daddy, please make me feel good!'' and without a second thought he slips your swimsuit to the side and attaches his mouth to your clit. You let out a gasp and hope nobody outside hears you, although the fact that you can get caught at any moment does make both of you want it even more.

He sucks and licks all up and down your soaking wet cunt, and you can't help but moan his name. ''That's not what I want to hear baby, you know what to call me.'' he says as he stops his attack on your cunt. ''Daddy, please, make me cum...'' you say and he goes back to what he was doing before. ''Good girl'' he says and he sucks on your clit, and suddenly you feel two fingers enter you, making you moan, hard. You quickly put your hand over your mouth as Chris sets a fast and steady pace with both his fingers and tongue, licking and fingering you so good you cum within a few minutes, squirting all over his face and fingers. ''Oh daddy, you make me feel so good when I cum'' you say to him, and the fact that you came all over him, makes Chris incredibly hard.

As much as he would love to bend you over the kitchen island and fuck you senseless, he decides against it and wants to do it later, teasing you until you practically beg for his cock later. He puts your swimsuit back in place and stand back up, first readjusting his cock so it wouldn't be as obvious how hard he got from making you cum on his face and fingers, and after he leaned in for a slow, sensual kiss, showing you a little bit of what was coming later, when he would finally be able to make you scream his name when fucking the living daylight out of you. During this kiss Sebastian walks in again and says ''Oh there you are Chris!'' and the both of you immediately pull away.

Chris walks over to Sebastian with a smug look on his face, while you turn bright red at the fact that you were caught kissing Chris, but he didn't mention it so you wouldn't either. You walked outside but your knees were still a little wobbly, so you quickly decided to grab a drink and sit down by the edge of the pool and hang your legs into the water. Chris came swimming by a few times, touching your legs every time and it gave you goosebumps again thinking about the orgasm he just gave you. Other times he swam right in between your legs so he could push himself against the wall and back away from you.

After a while you decided to go in the water as well, and Chris took the opportunity to corner you in the pool and whisper dirty things in your ear where no one could hear you. ''How did daddy make you feel earlier baby? You felt so good when you came while fucking my fingers and my tongue, you were such a good girl for me...'' he said and you turned red again, but no one seemed to notice the two of you, they were all busy with their own conversations. ''You made me feel so good daddy, it felt amazing when I squirted all over you, I really want to do it again.'' you whisper in his ear, and suddenly you feel Chris' hand moving towards your breast. You are with your back to the corner and Chris is right in front of you, shielding you from what is happening.

When his hand finds your nipple, he squeezes it softly and tugs it a little, making your eyes go wide trying not to whine at the feeling. ''Hm, I love it when you have such hard nipples for me baby, they make me hard as well,'' he says and he moves your hand to his cock. You can feel how hard he is over his swim shorts and you start to palm him when he squeezes your nipple again. To everyone around you, it just looks like you and Chris are flirting again, just a little closer than usual, but everyone is having fun so they won't stop you, not that you'd want them to. ''Hm, your cock is so hard for me daddy, I want to feel it inside me...'' you say and you look at him with big, innocent eyes.

''Fuck, you can't just say things like that baby...'' he says and let's go of your nipple. He pushes away from you and goes to the edge, motioning for you to follow him, which you gladly do. He walks inside and you follow him, as soon as you're out of eyesight from everyone you put your hands around his neck and pull him in for another kiss, not wanting to be apart from him any longer. He gladly accepts and deepens the kiss right away, swiping his tongue down your bottom lip as you grant him the access you know he's asking for. His tongue slips into your mouth and passionately starts exploring every corner of your mouth in a clash of tongues. You let out a moan as Chris hooks his hands behind your thighs and lifts you up so you can hook your legs around his waist as he walks upstairs to his bedroom.

''Need you so bad daddy, need you to fill me up so good,'' you say when he kicks his bedroom door shut behind the both of you and he pushes you against it when meeting your lips again. You drop a little bit down and feel his how hard he is in his swim shorts, your hips involuntarily roll into the feeling desperate for every bit of friction they can get. ''Fuck baby, my cock is all hard because of you, been dreaming of this moment for months now'' he says and he unties the strings of your bikini top, throwing it to the side in order to get full access to your hard nipples. He attaches his mouth to one of them and starts sucking and lightly biting on it, making you moan his name hard - not realizing Chris' bedroom window is open and everyone can hear you and your escapade with Chris.

''Jesus Christ, it took them long enough!'' Anthony practically yelled outside, but neither of you heard him, too caught up in your own little bubble together. While Chris was sucking on your nipple, his hand slid over your waist and up to the other, so both could be pleasured at the same time, making your hips roll against him even more. ''So needy for me baby, can't wait to fill you up. Such a good fucking girl for me right now..'' Chris moans in your ear when he grabs both your thighs again and you feel your pussy clench around nothing with his praises in your ear. He lays you down on his bed and you scoot back to your head is on his pillows, lifting your hips when Chris hooks his fingers behind the band of your swimsuit pulling it down in one smooth motion.

He doesn't take long to attach his mouth to your soaking cunt again, saying how incredibly wet for him you are. ''Yes daddy, all for you,'' you barely get out between moans when he licks a stripe through your folds and starts sucking on your clit making you unable to breathe for a few seconds. ''D-daddy, I'm g-g-gonna-'' you say but before you finish Chris has shoved two fingers in your cunt, curling them upwards and speeding up both his tongue and fingers to make you cum all over again. ''Oh, D-DADDY!'' you whine out and just when you're about to cum, he pulls out his fingers making you squirt over his face again, just like when you were in the kitchen. ''Fucking hell, I fucking love it when you squirt over my face like a little slut. Makes daddy even harder for you baby,'' Chris says when he comes up for another kiss, you can taste his juices on his mouth and tongue, making you go crazy.

''Your turn now, daddy'' you say when you're still panting and trying to catch your breath, and Chris would be stupid to deny you sucking his hard dick. He spent so many nights thinking about this, and he can't wait to feel your wet, warm lips around him, pleasuring him in ways he didn't even think were possible. You let him lay on his back and quickly pull down his swim shorts, causing his 7 inch cock to spring free and fall against his abdomen and you audibly gasp at how thick it is, not sure how that's gonna fit. ''Fuck daddy, you're so big!'' you say trying not to drool at the sight of him. ''It's gonna fit baby, don't you worry about that. This cock is made just for you so be a good girl now and suck it real good..'' he growled, his voice going deeper towards the end of the sentence. You don't hesitate and wrap your lips around the tip of his big cock, earning you a deep growl from the back of his throat.

''Oh yeah baby, that mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock...'' he says and he grabs your hair in a ponytail so he can move you up and down, but also to ground himself a little. He thrusts his hips up into your face in a pretty fast pace and groans every time you gag around him, trying to breath through your nose but you absolutely didn't want him to slow down. You want to be his fuckdoll and let him take you whenever, wherever and however he wants, as long as he makes you cum so hard on his cock you forget your own name. ''Daddy, need you to f-fuck me, please.'' You say after you let him go with a wet pop, and immediately Chris pulls you up by your shoulders, planting a sloppy open mouth kiss on your lips which you happily give back to him.

''I love it when you beg for my cock baby, Daddy is gonna fill you up so good you will scream my name, and I don't fucking care that anyone can hear it.'' he whispered in your ear. He grabs a condom out of his nightstand and quickly rips the foil open so he can roll it on to his cock, after which he stuffs his cock deep inside you with one thrust. ''F-FUUUCK DADDY! So good...'' you say when he immediately hits your sweet spot on the first thrust, and he doesn't let you adjust as he grips your hips and bounces you up and down on his hard cock. ''Such a good girl for daddy, I'm gonna make you scream so loud when you cum for me'' he said and he picked up the pace thrusting quickly.

You moan and whine every time he thrusts into your g-spot, and when he lets one of your hips go to circle your clit, you completely lose it and have your most violent orgasm yet ripping through you, feeling all your juices flowing out of you when you squirt all over his cock and abdomen. ''D-Daddy, gonna- gonna cum'' you say before it happens but Chris already knew by the fact that you were practically milking his cock by clenching onto him and pulling him even deeper. He keeps riding you through your orgasm and finally cums when he's deep inside you whilst screaming your name, and you let yourself fall onto his shoulder in your completely fucked out state. The two of you stay like this for a little while, not wanting to let go of each other yet.

''Baby, I'm sorry but I have to pull out of you now. I'll just grab a warm washcloth to clean you up and then I'll be back for some cuddles, okay?'' he asks softly and he puts a strand of hair behind your ear. You softly nod and he pulls his now soft cock out of you with ease and takes off his condom, tying it off and throwing it into the trash in the bathroom. First he cleans himself off and he grabs a washcloth to run under warm water for you. ''I'm back baby, just lay back for me while I clean you up, I'll be careful.'' he said and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You are still very sensitive and flinch when he rubs it over your cunt, but it does feel good to be cleaned up. ''Cuddles please...'' you say barely audible, but Chris steps into the bed and slowly pulls you onto his lap and into his arms where you fall into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the party going on outside.

About 2,5 hours later you wake up and Chris was sitting with his eyes closed, mindlessly rubbing figures onto your back. You give a soft kiss on his jaw to let him know you're awake. ''Hey baby, it's good to have you back with me.'' he says, and he tells you about his plans to get you dressed in some comfortable clothing, and if you want you can stay in bed when he grabs you some snacks. You happily agree and Chris gets out one of his shirts and a pair of boxer briefs for you to put on. He puts on some underwear and sweats as well and walks downstairs, where he is greeted by Sebastian and Anthony in his kitchen. ''So, 'daddy', having fun up there?' Anthony said with a knowing smirk and Chris immediately turned bright red, but at the same time he was proud of the way he made you fall apart multiple times like that.

''I'm happy for you man, you deserve someone like her. Assuming this wasn't a one time thing ofcourse. Everyone can see how happy she makes you, and that's all we wish for you.'' Sebastian says. ''We haven't had a chance to talk about it yet, but I have a feeling it won't be the last time.'' Chris said with a grin on his face, and he grabbed two water bottles from the fridge as well as some snacks for the both of you. ''I'll be right back, just need to bring this to Y/N so she can recover a bit.'' he said and he made his way back upstairs, letting the butterflies in his stomach go wild from the thought of what the two of you just did.

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In Living Color

Chapter 24

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,953

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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Nat watched with a smile as Chris opened the sliding doors from his room to the patio, stepping out in his swim trunks and a tee shirt and into the bustling backyard. The kids all hurriedly shouted greetings to him before they turned their attention back to the game, and soon enough he’d made his way over to Nat and Alex as they sat on lounge chairs near the pool as Jack napped on Alex’s chest.

Her eyes slipped shut momentarily as he pressed a quick kiss to her lips and murmured, “Hey,” before he greeted Alex.

“How’d it go?” Alex asked him, her hand moving up and down Jack’s back as he slept soundly.

She watched Chris shrug, pursing his lips before he smirked as she saw him watching the kids playing with Heather and Ryan in the pool. “Alright,” he finally answered with another shrug. “Didn’t go awfully but I never like doing talk shows.”

Nat frowned as she listened to his words, but the reassuring look on Chris’ face as they met each other’s eyes quelled her fears. He winked at her before he slipped his sunglasses over his eyes, shielding him from the early evening sun, and turned, giving Dodger a scratch before the dog ran off again.

“Zach is just about to start grilling,” Nat began, before Chris nodded, turning his head over his shoulder as he headed over towards the outdoor kitchen.

Nat’s words were proven true when Zach and Eric came out of the house carrying chicken and burgers to grill, bright smiles on their faces when they saw Chris had returned. She listened happily to the sounds of the kids splashing in the pool, Chris catching up with her brother-in-law and father as they turned the grill on, and the soft breathing of Jack as he slept happily, and Nat felt… content. She was happy and warmth spread over her body, not from the summer sun, but from just how great she felt here with everyone.

It’d been a rough few months not only for her, but for Chris as well, and for the first time since early April, Nat felt like she could take a deep breath and kick back. She had the week off of work, having arrived in Los Angeles from San Francisco late the previous Saturday. She’d been more than happy to hang out with Chris in his home in between him running around the city, making appearances and doing interviews to promote the film. She’d relished in the familiarity of it all, something she’d been missing since she’d moved up north.

But the best part was when her family arrived the previous day, just after Chris finished his Zoom interviews at home. Getting to hug everyone and finally be with them meant more to Nat than she’d realized, and she felt her gratitude for Chris’ generous offer of playing host for them grow as she got to spend more and more time with him and them.

Nat’s brain was cycling through thoughts of feeling as if it was her playing pretend. That the elated shrieks of joy from the pool, the roar of the grill kicking on as Chris’ laughter echoed through the backyard, and that the content sighs of Alex next to her all weren’t real. That this wasn’t her reality, her life, or where she really was, not after spending so much time alone and unhappy as of late. She knew some of it was her fault – her fault for turning down invitations from her new co-workers of bar hopping on Fridays after a long and busy week, of taking lunches at her desk as she tried to keep up with her ever-growing inbox, and not venturing out much. But she was tired. She was simply so exhausted at points that she could barely muster the energy to brush her teeth at night and turn the lights off before falling into bed, that it was hard for her to summon the energy to be Nat.

She’d expected the transition to San Francisco to come with growing pains, but she’d been comforted by the knowledge that it wasn’t an entirely new place. She’d been there before for work trips to Pixar’s main campus, and she knew most of the team there already. But her reputation around the Disney offices of being the jokester, the happy-go-lucky, cheerful one had followed her there, and she struggled reconciling that persona and personality with reality now. She’d thrived in Los Angeles, with her core group of friends, her routine… and with Chris. But now she didn’t have that consistency in her life, with an ever-changing schedule depending on what department needed her and what meetings she was needed in, and by the end of the day she nearly always had a pounding headache. Any plans to finally take that scary step, to try to form friendships with people or finally start going to that yoga class she’d had bookmarked for weeks now were thwarted by the pain. Instead, Nat would go home, scrounge up some semblance of dinner, and quickly talk to Chris as she continued working in an attempt to make tomorrow better, but it never did. It truly never stopped.

But now, here in Southern California, with her entire extended family and the man she so desperately loved – and had been for well over a year now – she was happy. She was herself. She could’ve stayed there on that lounge chair all night as the sun dipped below the horizon, but she joined everyone at the large dining table on Chris’ back patio, her hand on Chris’ back as they passed the plates around and helped the kids get situated.

Carson’s blonde hair stuck up every which way as his pool towel draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were wide as Chris helped serve the young boy food. Nat’s smile was soft as she watched Carson eagerly take the plate from Chris before he started eating in the chair across from them, and then her attention was drawn to Lily, sweet Lily, who was quietly sitting next to Chris, a smile on her lips as he whispered something to her, making her laugh.

Looking around at everyone here, Nat knew this is where she was meant to be, and was so thankful that Chris had fought for them to get to this point, to make it this far. But she didn’t want to stop here. She wanted to add a few more seats to the table, if they were able, and to see these kids grow up, hand-in-hand with each other at every graduation, birthday party, and soccer game, signing each Christmas gift and birthday cards from “Uncle Chris and Aunt Nat”.

She’d been zoned out and in her own head for a long time when she felt Chris’ elbow nudge her side, expectant eyes staring back at her as Chris slyly nodded his head to Ryan. “Sorry, what?” Nat asked, a sheepish look on her face as she looked at her brother-in-law.

“I was just asking how San Francisco and work has been for you,” Ryan explained, shrugging with a small grin.

Nat took a deep breath, biting her lip. “It’s… alright,” she began, pausing as she felt Dodger pass her underneath the table. “It’s just been really busy. I didn’t really expect the adjustment to be this hard,” she explained in a moment of honesty, one she hadn’t really divulged to any of them yet.

“You just miss that soft serve machine at the Disney campus,” her brother-in-law Ryan pointed out, causing a loud round of laughter to pass through the group with each of them being well aware that it was a fixture Nat loved. But in that moment, she couldn’t seem to muster up a laugh because the situation felt anything but lighthearted to her.

Heather encouraged her with a smile,“I’m sure you’ve already made a ton of friends there.”

“Well, it’s hard to compete with Mark and Jamie,” she muttered in response, not wanting to admit that there truly hadn’t been anyone she clicked with, leaving so much loneliness inside her but just shrugged, “It’s just been a lot different settling in than I thought.”

“Probably because unpacking that disaster called moving boxes was a job in itself!” Chris slapped a hand to his chest while boisterously laughing before he started telling the story to the family of how he had to dig through pots and pans just to find Nat’s socks but the playful teasing seemed to gloss over her feelings that she struggled to even wrap her brain around, let alone share, so once again Nat just pushed those emotions away for the time being.

She knew she’d have to figure out a way to settle in and figure out her new life in San Francisco, especially after how hard she fought to take this position, but now wasn’t the time. Nat was here in Chris’ house, which felt like it was partly her home too with her section of clothes in the closet, hair products in the shower, and her little touches of throw pillows and artwork around the house. She was sitting here with the man that she loved more than she ever knew was possible and her family that was here to go to the premiere of the movie that changed her life. Right now she didn’t have to think about going back to San Francisco, she was here with the things that mattered most to her in life and she was happy.

The minutes on the clock kept passing as the family all hung around eating and talking while the kids played, in their own bubble of happiness until Chris’ phone chimed with a notification from his older sister. Quickly, Chris and Nat scurried to the door to open the gate to Chris’ home, wide grins on their faces as they finally got to see Chris’ family arrive for the premiere. His mother and older sister Carly, along with her husband, Kevin, and their kids had made the trip from Massachusetts to Los Angeles, but that wasn’t the only thing Nat was excited about.

Chris’ niece and nephews were each holding a few randomly colored balloons in their hands as they ran up the front walkway to greet their uncle, and Carly held a bag, giving Nat a knowing smile as she followed Lisa up the path, who held a box in her hands.

Nat had reached out to Lisa a few weeks prior when she realized that Chris’ promotional schedule had him flying to London just before his birthday, putting him thousands of miles apart from everyone during his special day. They’d decided on doing a small celebration for him, not only for his birthday, but to celebrate the hard work he’d put in for the film for years now.

She hung back, taking the ice cream from Carly and passing the cake to Alex as she came to help and went into the kitchen with her sister, giving Chris a moment to say hello to everyone and have some privacy. But as they slowly gathered everyone inside around the large dining table, passing cake and scoops of ice cream to everyone after they sang to Chris, she found herself sitting closely next to the man of the hour. His arm was around her shoulders as they stood at the island, his attention devoted to watching his niece and nephews as they ran around outside with the dog. His thumb moved side to side over Nat’s bare arm, occasionally tapping the skin there in a way that told her he felt just as happy as she did.

The conversation amongst the group flowed easily until Lisa switched the subject to what would be taking place tomorrow night and commented, “I can’t wait to see you two together tomorrow night. You’re going to look so good together!”

Upon hearing the comment of the impending news of their relationship being broken to the world tomorrow night, Carly was curious, “Nat, did you decide what you’re wearing?”

“Oh did you get that expensive dress?” Heather chimed in.

“No but what I picked was just as expensive,” she admitted with a chuckle. She remembered her weeks-long search, having consulted with Chris’ stylist to make sure what she’d wear wouldn’t clash with his planned outfit. She then shrugged as she added, “I figured if photos of Chris and I are going to be plastered all over the internet I might as well go all out.”

Carly smiled as she listened to Nat’s words, just as Nat’s brothers-in-law grabbed the kids to get them ready for bed after their long day of swimming. “So what did you choose?” She asked, eyes glancing outside at where her children were playing with Dodger before she looked at Nat with a raised brow.

Nat leaned back against Chris’ embrace, his thumb still moving over her skin. “Um, it’s over in that garment bag,” she began, nodding her chin to the two garment bags hanging in the doorway of the laundry room. One was smaller, a black bag with Chris’ name in his stylist’s handwriting on the outside of it and the other was full-length and a beige color.

Lisa, Carly, Heather, and Alex went over to the bag, unzipping it and taking in the chartreuse wide-leg pantsuit she’d had altered in the previous days. She hung back with Chris, relaxing in his touch as she heard the women excitedly whisper to each other as their eyes took in the outfit. Eric stayed near the couple, but his attention was captivated by the garment bag across the room as he craned his neck to sneak a peek at it. But with the women crowded around the clothes, hands reaching out to delicately run over the material and the embroidered bra she’d wear with it, Eric got up and headed over to get a better look.

“I’m so nervous,” Nat muttered quietly, chewing on her bottom lip.

Almost instantly, Chris tightened the arm that was tossed over her shoulder, pulling her close so that he could kiss her cheek and comfort her with, “Nattie, remember you don’t have to do this,”

“Well people have been hardcore speculating we’re together ever since the house party last year and then you coming to my art show and the other times we’ve been spotted, so it makes sense to just come out with it,” Nat shrugged, recalling the multiple conversations they’d had about this and finally coming forward publicly with their relationship. They had hoped just coming forward with it would help stop some of the speculation and let them have a little more freedom.

“I think so too,” Chris agreed before dipping his head and smiling at her sweetly while adding, “Besides, I want to be arm in arm with the most talented artist at Pixar.”

“So that means I have to be arm and arm with you then?” She couldn’t help but tease him.

“Sorry baby, you’re stuck with me now,” he simply shrugged. “If it makes you feel better though, I’m nervous about tomorrow too but it makes me feel better knowing I’ll have you with me. And now we won’t have to hide.”

Nat just nodded, tucking some of her curls behind her ear while acknowledging, “If you think it’s the right time to appear together, I trust that.”

Chris nodded toward her, silently saying he thought it was the best decision before sealing it with a soft kiss before telling her, “I love you, Nattie.”

“I love you too,” she smiled, knowing how easily those words fell out of her mouth.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, but held her close as it grew into a smile. His head leaned against her own as his hand slipped down her side to rest on the small of her back, fingers tapping absentmindedly against her worn shirt.

Nat was admittedly scared, she didn’t think there was anything anyone in her position could ever do to properly prepare for this. But at the end of the day, hiding would always cause more stress for the both of them. She struggled sometimes with knowing they couldn’t run to the grocery store together in most places for fear of him being spotted, which would spur further attention and interest in not only him, but Nat as well.

The attention on Nat’s personal life had calmed down much more when compared to this time last year, and she finally felt like she could breathe when she wasn’t faced with thousands of follow requests hourly on her social media. But with this big scary step towards finally acknowledging the relationship publicly, she and Chris had discussed how things would likely look going forwards. More interest and requests for interviews and comments to his press team, more speculation online, more attempts to get a glimpse into her private accounts… it all was just so foreign to her.

But she felt ready. She felt ready to get to be side-by-side with him as a partner, to finally be able to speak openly beyond their tight knit circles about their relationship statuses, to get to post things a little more freely without worrying if someone will see her in the background of a story of Dodger, if a hostess at the Italian place downtown would share that they were together having dinner, or any of the thousands of other scenarios her mind made up while she couldn’t sleep each night.

Even though she maybe wasn’t one hundred percent ready, she’d seen the frustration Chris felt, and tried to hide, when he’d admit that he just wished things could’ve been easier. That no one cared who he was with or if he was dating. So with that knowledge, and hearing Chris out when he came to her with the idea of walking the carpet together at this smaller-scale premiere than he normally had… she agreed. Maybe with a bit of anxiety, a bit more fretting than she anticipated, and with a bit of hesitancy, but she agreed. And now, in less than a day, she and Chris’ faces would likely be all over any coverage of the event.

She only hoped that this was the right choice, that this big leap and change in their relationship was for the better. He’d felt the same, she knew that he was excited for the event as a whole. It was hard to overlook the importance of the premiere for both of them. For Nat, her first released work as the lead character designer for the main character of the film. For Chris…. His lifelong dream of working in a Pixar movie was realized. And she couldn’t have been more proud of him and hoped he’d have a chance to remember that tomorrow.

“I still can’t believe how fuckin’ amazing that movie looked,” Chris whispered as he shut the bedroom door behind him quietly. They’d just arrived back at Chris’ after the premiere, having quietly made their way to their room, careful to not wake anyone in the rest of the home. Her family had left after the movie, with Alex and Zach coming home first with the kids to relieve the sitter for Jack, and the rest slowly making their way during the after-party. Chris’ voice was full of awe as he reminded her, “Baby, that was what you created.”

She smirked, lifting her shoulders in a half-shrug as she reached back and took off her necklace while she kicked off her heels. “Well you’re the one who brought it to life with your voice,” she pointed out, relaxing as her bare feet hit the hardwood floors.

“Are you kidding? Nobody could have given a shit about my voice, they were too busy staring at those incredible reflections on Buzz’s helmet,” she heard him protest as he made his way through the bedroom, bathroom, until he finally reached the large walk-in-closet. Nat followed him there, desperate to change out of the fancy clothes and into something comfortable. While she’d loved – practically adored – the outfit she’d worn and felt beautiful, she was ready to relax and just be Nattie, instead of Natalie Marton.

She smirked as he caught her eyes as he unbuttoned the knit polo, her voice quiet as she confessed, “Okay I will admit I was pretty proud of that.”

A soft smile was on Chris’ lips as he watched her carefully hang the blazer before she changed out of the rest of the clothes. “I’m pretty proud of you,” he told her honestly.

“And I’m proud of you. I can’t get over how talented you are and I feel like I got to see so much of that come to fruition tonight,” Nat admitted to Chris just as easily. She could see the effect her words had on him, the way he stood up a little taller, the smile growing on his lips, and she couldn’t help but be struck by the realization, yet again, that they were each other’s.

“I can say the exact same thing about you, Nattie,” Chris replied as he hung his clothes up and held a pair of sweatpants in his hand, placing them on the countertop in the center of the closet. He walked out into the bathroom in only his boxers, Nat’s eyes moving over the freckles and tattoos covering his torso until he was out of sight. Once she’d changed into pajamas, she joined him in the bathroom, side by side as they each washed off the perfectly applied makeup from earlier. “And I’m so proud of how well you handled everything tonight… you know, about us appearing together. I’ve done things like this before and it’s still not easy for me, so seeing how well you handled it really blew me away.”

“I don’t think the reality has settled in yet,” Nat admitted as she hung her wash cloth up, brushing off his praise a bit while she reached for her toothbrush. “I’m terrified to see what’s going to blow up on the internet tomorrow.”

“I’m sure it’s already blowing up now,” Chris simply stated as he quickly brushed his own teeth, causing Nat to look at him curiously as she moved her toothbrush over her teeth. She hadn’t really thought about it much during the premiere, too distracted by everything going on and listening to Chris’ publicist’s instructions, but back here, in the quiet of his canyon home… her mind started racing.

As she rinsed her mouth out and put her toothbrush back in its spot, she looked at Chris as he hung a towel on the shower door. Nat went into the bedroom and called back to him, “Do you think so?”

“Baby, let’s try not to worry about it now. We had an incredible night getting to celebrate what brought us together in the first place so let’s focus on that instead,” Chris told her, standing in the doorway as he shook his head at her, then told her he was going to shower and would be out in a few minutes.

Before Nat climbed into bed, she picked up her small clutch from her nightstand, pulling out the lipgloss, her phone, and her gum, placing them on her nightstand. As she heard the shower kick on in the bathroom behind the bed, she settled back on the luxurious pillows, staring at her phone as she weighed her options. She could sneak a glance, indulge a little bit and see what was going on… or she could sleep, relish in the time she was getting with Chris before his busy summer schedule truly kicked off, putting them hundreds and thousands of miles apart for most of the time, and face their new reality tomorrow once she was awake. But her curiosity got the best of her and she reached for her phone for the first time that evening, staring at the screen as it powered on.

Nat felt her stomach drop as she saw what felt like miles and miles of notifications on her phone from texts from friends who now found out she was dating Chris Evans, to thousands and thousands of new follow requests, and articles people were sending her. She wasn’t stupid, knowing that tonight would bring on a barrage of things like this, but actually clicking on a link to an article on People Magazine’s website and finding a picture of her there with the title “Chris Evans surprises at Lightyear premiere with secret girlfriend!”

It seemed like this entire year had brought on so much stress to Nat’s life. It had started with her having to work on two movies at once, causing her to be stuck in the office for all hours of the day and then had ended up with her being promoted. She had been so sure of this promotion, knowing it was the right thing for her career but had resulted in Chris walking out of her life. Although that had turned out well with them back together and stronger than ever, the job she had been so sure about hadn’t panned out the way she wanted.

San Francisco had been… lonely. Nat didn’t feel like she fit in there and had come to see that Chris’ words had been true and that being in charge of the department had left her feeling exhausted and burnt out in all the worst ways. But she had chosen this, she had put everything on the line for this and didn’t feel like she could give it up that easily, and the one thing that had been her saving grace was that she knew that she’d get this week off tucked in Chris’ home with him once again while their families surrounded them.

This past week she felt like she could finally breathe, causing her to see just how suffocated she was in her new life. But now even this safe place now came with her face all over the internet and all the stress that came with it. Tears welled in her eyes, feeling nothing but overwhelmed in this moment as she kept torturing herself by scrolling on her phone until suddenly it was being pulled out of her hands.

“Nattie, don’t do that,” Chris told her, a deep frown on his face as he put her phone down on his nightstand, sliding into the bed. His hair was still wet from the shower, sticking up messily from his attempt to towel dry it, and his chest was bare with a pair of sweats hung low on his hips. His frown remained as he explained to her, “Looking at everything right now is only going to stress you out, trust me.”

Nat blinked a few times, wiping the tears from her eyes harshly before her hands fidgeted at her side, absentmindedly wishing Dodger hadn’t gone to bed with the kids earlier. “I’m going to have to see it sooner or later,” she protested, tensing a bit as Chris’ hand found her own before he squeezed it comfortingly.

“Let’s not worry about it now,” he suggested, his voice soft and calm. He then lifted his shoulders in a shrug, pointing out, “Besides, I only have you for a few more days.”

“Don’t remind me,” she muttered, shaking her head. Her brain had a mental countdown to her flight on Saturday back to San Francisco, almost taunting her with the reminder of her return to her sad reality. “I don’t want to go back to work.”

Chris arched an eyebrow at her, his eyes surprised. “Nattie the workaholic is saying this? I don’t believe it,” he murmured through a laugh.

“You can believe it now.”

Nat just stared down at the blankets while using the back of her hand to wipe at the tears spilling down her cheeks until she felt a warm hand on her waist while a low voice coaxed her, “Hey, c’mere.”

Wanting his comforting touch more than anything, Nat scooted over, letting Chris’ thick arms wrap around her. She laid her head on his bare chest while his hands just rubbed up and down her back and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head and tried to encourage her, “I know it’s taking a minute to settle in at your new job but you know it’s going to be just fine. You’ll get used to something new, I know you will. And everything from tonight and us appearing together seems big right now but it’ll all die down and be just fine.”

And although Nat wanted more than anything to have someone understand just how deep her emotions were, how scared and lonely she felt out in San Francisco, something else was stirring inside of her. She knew Chris meant well with those words, but she felt like she had to get over this. That it wasn’t an issue, that this was all in her head, and it was only reinforced by the continual promises of “It’ll get better!” each time she brought up her feelings around everything.

She’d stick it out. She’d get over it. It’d get better. It had to.

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Boston Bears: Rugby Player AU Masterlist

Series Summary: This is a series following Chris and Co as Rugby Players. Each story follows a different player and can be read as a stand-alone! Outside of their own story, the reader will be given a name and become an OFC (E.G. Off-Limits reader becomes Elena in Fake Out and following stories, and Tommi in Off-Limits becomes our reader in Fake Out, I hope this makes sense!)

Warnings for each series will be included in their Masterlist!

Rugby Explained

Off-Limits: Chris Evans x Reader

Fake Out: Ari Levinson x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Assist: Johnny Storm x Reader (Coming Soon)

Hat-Trick: Jake Jensen x Reader (Coming Soon)

The Opposition: Curtis Everett x Reader (Coming Soon)

Sin-Binned: Andy Barber x Reader (Coming Soon)

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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months

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January 2024 Masterlist

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A Little At A Time Part 13

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With Your Touch Part 1

Your Mark On Me Part 11

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Which fic should be next? What comes next? Which Cookie? What Book Am I Reading Next What Book Am I Reader Next 2

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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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friendzone - chapter 1

The one where director!reader is forced to work alongside her new work crush and the idiot who broke her heart

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

“C’mon, just give me a chance…” I was not having a good day, to say the least. Oh, no, not at all. Not a good year, perhaps - let’s go there, yes, why not? I deserved it, after all. This was all my own doing, and I never allowed myself a single second to forget it.

“Not gonna happen, Evans.” I might have closed the door a little harder than necessary if all of the gazes that fell on me upon entering the set were any indication. “I’m sorry, I know, I just- Where’s my coffee?”

I usually wasn’t this bitchy, but having to work with your ex-boyfriend - your cheating, lying ex-boyfriend - usually had this effect on a person, I imagined. Sending a grateful smile to the PA who had the guts to approach with a steaming cup of joe, I set out to put as much distance as possible between me and the man who was still following my every step.

Why did I ever think a slammed door would stop his pursuit, I would never know. Five months, hundreds of ignored calls and texts, and the guy didn’t quit it. Hell, he even managed to force his way into my dream project, just to force me to talk to him.

I was determined not to give up. He couldn’t be rewarded - not for what he did, not for what he was doing to me right now - but his ego stopped him from even seeing the error of his ways.

He just kept pushing, and as the director of the movie he was starring in, I couldn’t completely ignore him. As much as I wanted to.

“Is everything okay?” My body immediately relaxed at the sound of the (now) familiar English accent. “What’s going on?” It was clear that Henry wanted to outwardly ask me if Chris was bothering me, but he refrained from doing so. Like the gentleman he was - or, at the very least, someone able to think about the consequences of his actions before doing something he’d come to regret - he didn’t want to put me in a weird position, or even potentially complicate his work relationship with his co-star when he truly didn’t understand what was going on.

It’s not that I didn’t want to tell him. I did. But we’d only known each other for four weeks - the time since pre-production started, plus the week since we started filming. It didn’t matter how much we’d clicked in that time, he was still a relative stranger to me.

Even if I were to trust him… why would he even care about my past with another man? We weren’t yet friends, and nothing romantic was going on, despite all of the dirty dreams I’d been having since our eyes connected for the first time.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who suffered from his superpower. All of the people attracted to males - even some who swore they weren’t - had the same lustful haze in their eyes after spending seconds in his presence…

… and I’d been there before. The woman standing on the sidelines while their lover enraptured the world. Never again, I’d sworn. Never again, I still reminded myself under my breath every time Chris popped into my brain, life or heart. and yet, there I was: five whole minutes into staring into clear blue eyes and no words left to say like I’d unlearned the entire English alphabet simply because Henry Cavill decided to rest his gaze upon me.

Men really did make women go dumb sometimes.

“Nothing that involves you,” Chris spoke from behind me, two hands coming up to seize my waist and pull me against his chest. “You don’t have any reason to be concerned, I can assure you.”

… or insane.

“Get your hands off of me.” I don’t think I’d ever used this tone on Chris before, so his instinctive reaction to let his hands drop to the side of his body could probably be explained by that. But the truth? I didn’t even know I was able to make such a guttural voice until his actions led me to see the world in shades of red, in a way much similar to the one I used to stare at while we were in love, and yet so drastically different it confused and terrified me.

“Do you even have a scene to film today, Chris?” I asked, deciding to completely ignore Henry while I still had to deal with the manchild that was my ex-boyfriend. It took him a while to answer, but after some hesitation, he nodded.

“Yeah, it’s the-”

“No, you don’t.” I knew I was being silly, but fuck. This was my movie set, and he couldn’t just keep doing this - interrupting my work schedule, my dream job because of a romantic past he screwed up.

“Go back to the hotel. I’ll film Henry's solo scenes today.” His nostrils flared, his temper once again getting the best of him, but when he opened his mouth to argue… “Go.”

I was tired of letting him take the reins of my life.

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incorrectcapsicle · 2 years

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incorrectcapsicle recommendation list

hello guys, i know this is not my typical incorrect post but i've been wanting to do this. here are my all time favorite Chris Evans characters x Reader fics. this masterlist is full of my all time favorite ficd and writers and i hope you'll give this a chance and praise these wonderful writers for their work. enjoy everyone! 💜

This AU is my forever all time favorite SR x Reader AU:

Baptized In Dirty Water by @itsanerdlife

chapter 1

please click this to view the rest of the chapter. don't forget to check the rest of her work.

Sweet Home Georgia Peach by @marvelcriminalhoe

masterlist

this series is one of my favorite fics. 11/10 would recommend. love this series so so much 💜

Desperate Affairs by @georgiapeach30513

masterlist

this fic not only intrigued the hell out of me but also gave me a emotional rollercoaster. there's so much going on but you'll get curious as you continue to read. 11/10 would recommend 👌

Gone, Baby by @wayward-blonde

masterlist

i never expect that i will need a dark chris evans character. like i didn't know i had this kink to a psycho son a bitch hottie. and god doing his very good work cos Llyod Hansen exist. amen to that and yes, 11/10 would recommend so read it! 🤣

(SHE MOVES WITH) SHAMELESS WONDER by @ussgallifrey

masterlist

one thing about me, is i LOVE long series. although this series still on chap 16, this series is on my reading list bc i love the story goes. and yes, definitely worth to recommend 👌

The Vampire Kings Religion by @marvelcriminalhoe

masterlist

vampire!steve is a yes for me! i haven't read it yet but the plot is good so would definitely recommend 👌

Stumblin' In by @swan-of-sunrise

book 1 (completed)

book 2 (completed)

book 3 (completed)

book 4 (completed)

book 5 (completed)

i still haven't read this but soon when i'm not busy. but i still added it here cos y'know, it's a long series with a good plot so yes, give it a try and check out the writer's other work 👌

The Demigod From Asgard by @secretswiftymarvelfan

masterlist (wip)

this still on going but this is one of my favorite fic. the storyline is so good that i'm re-reading it again soon coz i just can't get enough. and as always, definitely would recommend it yo you guys, so give it a try. kudos to the writer!

His New Partner by @star-spangled-steve

masterlist (wip)

another one with on going series and yes, i added it here coz i'm so obsessed with long series. like who doesn't right? i'll probably start reading this soon and yes, please give it a shot and give some love to the author 🫶

Welcome To The Pack by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

masterlist (completed)

okay okay omg omg i finally found a wholeass series of alpha!steve! and yes ofc it went straight here coz why not?! omg i can't wait to read this akdhsajajd 🫣😍🥰🫶

Attack Of The Winter Wolf by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

masterlist (completed)

thank heavens for having authors writing this wonderful stories. alpha!steve will always be the death of me, especially to be called 'Little One' by him 🫣😍 can't wait to read this too! and for forget to check it too~

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saucy-sassy-sparkly · 1 year

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Moments: Seven

Author's Note: The Chris Evans fandom is a complicated place to be right now, so I've been off and on Tumblr to avoid the chaos. As usual, the italics are flashbacks. Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

DISCLAIMER: the photo inserts are horribly inaccurate to where they actually are; I know this, but I wanted some visuals of what was in my head.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~7.1k

Moments Masterlist

2014: Boston

Scott grinned at Y/N as he stood on the threshold of her home with Chris. She’d just opened the door in her robe after several minutes of him frantically knocking. Sure, he could’ve used his key, but what fun would that have been when he could see Y/N’s exasperated face? He was holding flowers and a card and yelled, “surprise!” as he thrust them into Y/N’s hands before walking by her to greet Dodger.

“Hello, Scott, do come in?” She said sarcastically as she shut the door and followed Scott into the kitchen where he had already opened the fridge and helped himself to a seltzer. Y/N added a bit sarcastically, “would you like a drink?”

Scott rolled his eyes playfully and plopped down on the kitchen floor to continue to pet Dodger. He gestured to the card and flowers, “I'm supposed to make sure you open the card right now.”

Y/N made small talk with Scott while she stepped over him to get a vase and put the beautiful bouquet in water. He chatted happily, watching her lovingly arrange them and take them carefully to the kitchen table in a prominent view. She cinched her cozy robe tighter and then finally she picked up the card from where she’d dropped it on the table and smiled at her name scrawled on the front– Chris’s handwriting.

Her sweet, goofy Chris, who was back in Atlanta filming and had been for over two months. She’d been down to see him twice, enjoying the time with him and catching up with some of his co-stars who were starting to feel like extended family or luxuriating at the pool at his rental. He’d come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's with her and their families, making sure to carve out three straight, glorious days with just the two of them and Dodger lounging around their home. On the first day, they’d been so thrilled for some time alone that their celebration had broken a leg on the kitchen table where the bouquet now sat. Y/N felt a blush creep up her neck when she thought of it and she turned back to the card in her hand, running her fingers across the place where his pen had scratched her name.

Besides those visits, they’d been existing on FaceTime and long emails. Sometimes, it was fun that way. Of course, she missed his presence, his laugh, his touch, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the way the distance forced them into something akin to love letters. They managed to get on the phone together most days and text often, but their real communication was through long emails.

“Why didn’t he send this straight to me?” Y/N mused out loud as she turned it over and opened the back.

She looked up in time to see Scott shrug and fail to hide a huge grin, “just read it.”

Pulling out the greeting card, she sighed and smiled at Chris’s 12-year-old humor. She opened the inside and read his inscription:

Y/N, my cinnamon bunny, I’ve been missing you like crazy, I need to see you, honey, And stay in bed with you being lazy.

Go pack a bag, With clothes that are warm, Don’t worry– no place with jet lag, Just somewhere to watch a snowstorm.

Love, C

Y/N was laughing out loud by the time she got to the end of the truly awful poem and Scott was getting to his feet, “I helped him write it. The original version was even worse.”

“Where are we going?”

“Not telling. You have an hour to pack, I’ve got Dodger and the house under control, Chris already talked to Stacey, and your clients are covered until Wednesday. No more questions, go get dressed and pack.”

“Scott,” Y/N whined, “where is it?”

“Don’t you worry, bunny,” he booped her nose and laughed at the face she pulled, “but your hour is wasting away!”

Y/N huffed and started toward their shared bedroom while Scott headed in the other direction, “why would he send flowers if I’m going away!”

“My brother is an idiot, but I’ll enjoy looking at them while you’re gone!” Scott’s voice was distant as they moved apart.

She muttered to herself when she got into the bedroom and went straight for the closet, starting to pull out sweaters, jeans, and underwear. She’d gathered her travel toiletry bag and was staring at the pile she’d made on the bed and debating about bringing something dressy when Scott reappeared with a suitcase. He dumped it on the floor beside the bed and started to take the neat piles she’d made and haphazardly put them in the luggage.

“Scott! I don’t know if I’m taking all of that!”

“You are, just keep bringing me stuff. We’re going to fill the bag.”

“Dude, I’ve used that bag to pack for a month in Europe. I’m not going to fill that for a long weekend.

“Yes, you are. Or I’ll do it for you. Go grab some dresses and heels.”

“Can you just tell me where he’s taking me?”

“I cannot, but I can tell you that you should have lots of options.”

“Why?”

Scott rolled his eyes, “because I know you and I know you like to have options. Bring that black velvet dress you keep making excuses not to wear… And something fun to go under it,” he winked and Y/N rolled her eyes in return.

“Scott, please don’t talk about my underwear,” she laughed as she disappeared into the closet and did gather some lingerie to add to the bag. Scott entered the closet after her and pulled out some heels and boots and another two dresses and then added them to the bag.

“Finish up here,” Scott waved his hands around and disappeared back out into the living room and then quietly snuck out the front door, bringing Dodger with him. He dialed Chris, who picked up on the first ring.

“All good?”

“She’s packing,” Scott grunted as he wrestled to get the box from the basement into his trunk and Dodger ran into the yard after a squirrel.

“Thanks for doing this, I hope it’s a good surprise.” Scott could hear Chris's anxiety through the phone and he stopped what he was doing to focus.

“You guys haven’t spent more than 36 hours together in weeks. She’ll be thrilled.”

“She’s texting me so many questions,” a light chuckle left Chris as he read through them. “Is she really worked up?”

“You know Y/N, she’s always slightly worked up.”

“But does she seem excited?”

“Chris,” Scott’s tone wasn’t a warning, it was trying to probe his older brother, how he knew so well. He could hear in Chris’s voice that his anxiety was about to boil over.

Chris picked up on it immediately, “I know, I’m just nervous.”

“It’s going to be perfect.”

“What if it isn’t? What if–”

“Stop psyching yourself out. You’re both going to remember this weekend forever.”

“But what if–”

“SCOTTY!” Y/N’s voice came from the front door. She emerged from the house in ripped jeans, and Vans, and bundled in a sweater, coat, and scarf and she was dragging the giant bag behind her. “You insisted I bring this giant bag, so come carry it.”

“Gotta go,” Scott muttered into the phone over Chris’s protests.

The line disconnected and Chris looked at his Home Screen- a picture of Y/N and Dodger on a hike a few months ago; the golden hour sun perfectly silhouetted his two favorite creatures standing in front of a beautiful vista– for a few seconds before he got another text from Y/N.

Y/N: Christopher, are you really not going to tell me where I’m going? Chris: you’re coming to see me 😘 I’m here waiting for you Y/N: chrisssssssss! I hate this! Chris: but I love you and I can’t wait to see you Y/N: yeah, yeah. We’re in the car on the way to my mysterious flight. I love you, you little fucker Chris: 😂 💙

The nature of their relationship meant that they spent so much time apart, and it made their reunions always exciting. It wasn’t just the sex- it had been for the first few months- but Chris quickly came to miss the feel of her weight on his chest when she fell asleep on him while they watched tv or read tangled up on the couch. He missed watching her facial expressions while doing everything- her expressive face and talking hands never failed to make him smile. He missed her giggle when he caught her talking… or singing… or dancing alone… or with Dodger, who was never happier than when he was sandwiched between Chris and Y/N.

Chris paced, his worries starting to bubble to the surface while he waited. He took the beer he’d been nursing and finished the rest of it. Chris prided himself in his romantic gestures- he loved to surprise her with something special. In the year and a half they’d been together, he’d done several sweet surprises ranging from small things like a delivery of her favorite flowers to work on a whim to something big like when he flew home from location and booked the last appointment on the Friday before her birthday (under a code name, of course).

But he’d never moved her by surprise. He’d always given her a warning if they were traveling, and always let her choose dates or locations. He’d never called work for her, he’d never overhauled the whole operation without her consultation. He was worried that she’d be upset. She had her own world too and had already sacrificed parts of it to move to Boston nine months ago. He never wanted to seem that he expected her to give up everything for him and he was starting to panic that this would feel controlling to her rather than romantic.

“Scotty, please,” Y/N begged, leaning across the console and batting her eyes at him, “tell me tell me tell me tell me.”

“You are so obnoxious!”

“But I want to know where I’m going!”

Scott grinned as he slowed and turned on his turn signal, “actually, we’re here.”

“This isn’t Logan. I’m not flying?” She peered out the window at the tree-lined road.

“You’re flying.”

“How am I—“ her voice cut off as he pulled around a small, simple building to reveal several hangers, a small flight tower, and a runway. “Oh!”

Chris saw Scott’s car and walked down the stairs of the small jet he’d chartered, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waiting for the car to come to a stop. Before Scott had the car in park, Chris barked out a laugh as he watched Y/N and Dodger tumble out of the passenger seat and run towards him. He crouched to greet Dodger briefly before opening his arms just in time for Y/N to jump into them.

“You asshole!” She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard; when she pulled back he was laughing and she continued, “can you please tell me what’s happening now?”

“I missed you too,” he kissed her again, pulled back and grinned at her, kissed her one last time just a little more deeply before he cut himself off and slapped her ass, signaling her to hop down, “let me help Scott, then I’ll tell you some things.”

She sighed heavily and let him set her down, following him to the trunk of Scott’s car. Chris lifted her suitcase out of the trunk and Y/N balked at the items below it, “when did you get our skis?”

“While you were complaining,” Scott smirked, pulling out the box of their ski clothes and boots and the long thin bag of skis. Scott and Chris made dragging the bags across the tarmac look easy as they handed them off to the small crew. The boys turned back to Y/N who was gaping at the jet.

Chris was watching Y/N’s awe with a smitten, far away look on his face; Scott grinned at his brother, briefly hugged him, and did the same with her before he jogged back to the car with Dodger, leaving the two at the foot of the stairs.

“Shall we?” Chris gestured to the stairs and her eyes widened further. He couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face; she’d always refused to take a private jet when he’d offered to coordinate one. She thought it was too much and over the top– and it often is– so she’d fly commercial, particularly as they so rarely got a chance to fly together. Usually, it was one of them flying to meet the other or Chris flying home with the occasional vacation mixed in.

“Seriously?” She clapped her hands together like an excited toddler and started up the stairs, warmly greeting the crew and babbling about the interior of the plane. “Where do we sit?”

Before he could answer, they were interrupted when the flight attendant offered to stow their coats; Chris pulled his puffer jacket off and handed it to her before reaching for Y/N and helping hers off her shoulders. His hands caught the soft fabric of her warm sweater and he let out an audible sigh; having his hands on her in any way brought him such comfort that he could feel his tension easing. After giving the attendants their coats, he was ready to give her his full attention when he turned back.

She’d wandered back to the plush sofa built into one of the walls and had dropped her tote bag on the seat. She was distracted as she hunched over it to root around– presumably for her book based on her usual flying habits– and Chris approached her, swatting her ass playfully and making her yelp.

“Christopher!”

When she turned to him, he immediately grasped her hips, rubbing his hands on the soft fabric and squeezing her hips firmly before planting a tender kiss on her lips, “I’m so happy to see you.” He muttered against her lips before kissing her again. He loved the feeling of her arms dragging up his shoulders to play in his hair. He loved the feeling of her body pressed into his. He missed it all so much when he was gone.

The older he got, and the deeper in love he fell with Y/N, the more he realized that his job was great, but he didn’t love it or the constant travel anywhere near as much as he loved her.

“Where are we going?”

“That,” he pecked her lips and started to pull away when he noticed the attendant returning with two glasses of champagne, “is still a surprise.” He took the glasses off the tray and held onto them while Y/N got situated on the sofa, buckling her seatbelt as instructed, and then holding the glasses while Chris did the same. They toasted each other and their time together before another kiss and a deep pull of the fizzing drink. Y/N tucked her legs up, leaning her body into Chris and enjoying being close to him and wrapped up in his smell. She always missed him while he was away working, but the way his smell slowly started to dissipate from the sheets, the t-shirt she slept in, and the house while he was gone was always the most noticeable difference.

For the duration of the flight they were wrapped up in each other, Y/N’s book laying forgotten on her lap. They chatted, they pressed into each other, and they made out; Chris had found a blanket and wrapped them both in it while they watched the snow-covered descent. It was dusk when they disembarked and walked across the small tarmac to the waiting, warm SUV where their luggage had already been loaded.

“Do you know where we are?” Chris finally asked with a smirk, holding her hand in the back seat while the driver navigated the snowy roads.

She peered out the window, squinting in the setting sun for road signs or clues. Coming up empty, she finally shook her head, “no idea. I’m assuming this is the part where one of you murders me.”

Chris chuckled, “no, bun, look,” he pointed out the window behind her and she turned to crane her neck at the sign of the hotel they were approaching.

“Shut up,” Y/N said slowly before repeating, “SHUT UP!” with more excitement. “I haven’t been back here since…”

“Since President’s Day Weekend 1997?”

“It’s President’s Day Weekend,” she mused, her eyes widening. “Oh, this is so sweet!” She pulled him towards her to kiss as they pulled into the Lodge at Killington Ski Resort. The driver held the door open when they arrived at the side entrance and Chris donned his usual Bruins hat pulled low over his eyes before he got out. He held out his hand to Y/N and guided her into the building and they quietly checked in, Chris requesting that their luggage be brought up to the room.

Y/N was surprised when the manager walked around the counter and escorted them to their room, taking them down the same passageway they'd entered, across an outdoor alcove, and into another building. After a set of elevators and a few twisting hallways, she swiped the key card and pushed open the doors; Chris put one hand on the small of Y/N’s back as he shook hands with the manager, presumably with a tip in hand, and thanked her before she quietly exited the suite.

“Babe, this is beautiful,” Y/N stepped away from him towards the windows that were thrown open to catch the twinkling of the lights on the lift and the reflection of the moon on the snow where their room overlooked the mountains. She felt him approach her from behind, wrapping his burly arms around her center and resting his chin on her shoulder. She nestled into his embrace and heaved a heavy sigh, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but thank you.”

Chris pulled her to face him so quickly that she let out a gasp. He held her fast around the waist and looked at her carefully. “You didn’t have to do anything to deserve this. I’d give you the goddamn moon if I could, Y/N. You deserve so much more than I can give you but I’m so grateful you love me.”

Y/N was stunned and raised her hands to his cheeks, caressing the brustle of his beard, “is everything okay?” She noticed his eyes watering and he started to avoid her eye contact. “Chris?” She asked again, pulling his face towards her but he fluttered his eyes closed. “What’s going on?”

He forced a laugh, “nothing.” She knew it was a fake laugh and she knew it was a fake response but she decided not to press the issue, just giving him one last curious look before pressing up to kiss his lips gently and then turning in his arms to lean back against him. His grasp tightened and she swore she heard him sniffle when he settled his chin back on her shoulder again after kissing the crook of her neck and shoulder.

Neither of them was sure how long they stood there, but it was the rumbling in Y/N’s stomach that alerted them to the need for dinner. They opted for room service and were surprised by its speed. After scarfing it down, Chris suggested they finish their bottle of wine out in their private deck jacuzzi.

Y/N donned her simple blue bathing suit and wrapped in a fluffy resort robe to slip out onto the cold deck. Chris was facing the mountains and lounging casually in the warm water when he heard the french doors shut and turned his attention to Y/N just in time to see the robe drop and the cheeky cut of her bathing suit when she bent to drape it over the bench where his already was. He groaned, thinking of how long it had been since he had his hands on her and his fingers, his tongue, his cock inside of her…

“Bun, you look good enough to eat,” he said as he moved to the side and held her hand while she stepped in. The moan she made as the warm water hit her body and soothed her tired muscles didn’t help him calm down.

“As much as I love you and miss you, Christopher, a good makeout is the best you’re going to get tonight. Your girl is very tired,” she emphasized her point by scooting over in the seat to press her side into his and lean her head on his shoulder. He slid his arm around her shoulders and draped it over her, running his fingers lightly on her arms. He could feel the goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin.

“We’ve got a lifetime of sex, baby, I don’t need it every time I see you. I want it– I always want it– but I’m happy just sitting next to you.”

Y/N’s heart thundered at the word lifetime but she didn’t say anything, afraid to spook him. She’d been thinking about marriage for a while now; she was ready and she couldn’t picture her life without Chris in it now. But he shied away from the topic, always redirecting when it came up. He constantly reassured her that he loved her, that she was the only thing he wanted– he talked about the future regularly– but that word marriage seemed to freak him out. Plus, with the way he’d clammed up just an hour ago, she decided to let it pass.

Instead, she let her hand rest on his thigh under the water, the other holding her wine just above the water level and taking careful sips. Their conversation was whispered and full of long pauses while they took in the beautiful evening and each other’s presence. When the wine was gone, Chris pulled Y/N between his legs and started to run his hands up her waist, over her shoulders, gently kneading the muscles in her neck and back. The straps of her bathing suit fell away but neither of them fixed it. He slowly worked across her shoulders and neck, then down her back, occasionally leaning forward to press a kiss to a particularly tight knot before moving on to another. Y/N’s hands were grasping his thighs tightly, squeezing in time with the occasional sighs and moans she’d let out when he made a particularly good move. She could feel him twitching behind her but she chose to ignore it, knowing that she didn’t have the energy and he’d be lying if he said he did. He’d put his all into making love if they did, but they both needed this intimacy of the private moment exploring each other’s bodies more than they needed another carnal meeting.

When his hands slowed and trailed back to her waist– after brushing the sides of her breasts on the way south– she leaned back against him and turned her face to look at him. “My turn?”

“You don’t have to,” he whispered, taking advantage of her facing him to kiss her lips. “I wasn’t expecting anything.”

“All I’m promising is a massage, but I’m happy to do it.”

“Let’s go inside,” he pushed her up and held her waist while he stood. He exited the water and stepped out, wrapping himself in his robe before grabbing her hand and then helping her bundle. They scurried inside to avoid the cold and dried off the rest of the way before changing into dry clothes for sleep. “I swear I’m not looking for payback, Y/N, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“And you did, and it won’t lead to sex, but I want to touch you for a while,” she pointed to the bed as he climbed on and lay face down. He felt her climb onto the bed and then straddle his back, sitting on top of his ass in her tiny sleep shorts. He could feel the warmth of her core pressing into his lower back. Her hands trailed the skin on his exposed back, starting with his lower back and making her way up his spine, gratefully working the muscles. By the time she reached his shoulders and neck, he was in a blissful state of relaxation and he almost missed the featherlight kisses she trailed down his spine before she crawled off and pulled back the covers.

Chris slowly worked his way under the covers and yanked her to him; by this point in their relationship, they didn’t sleep pressed against each other most nights. They were used to sleeping alone and the nights they slept against each other were usually just when they fell asleep naked, too tired to even get dressed after a romp.

But tonight, he needed her closeness. He needed to feel her and know that she wasn’t going anywhere, that she was his and only his.

They slept late and lazed about the suite, again opting for room service and reading in bed before they got ready for a day on the slopes. Chris had arranged all the lift tickets and necessities beforehand (or at least his assistant had), and they could just walk straight out to the lift and start their day. A day of laughing and competition built as they sped down the slopes, only stopping briefly for cheeseburgers and beer at the lodge before heading back out to burn off more fuel. They took to the skills park and tried to beat each other at everything, poking fun and making a light and special day they hadn’t gotten to spend with each other in so long.

So often their time together was squished in between their work schedules and regular daily life or surrounded by family for holidays; it had been ages since they just got to spend the time as the two of them. Towards sunset, they reached the bottom of a trail and Chris pulled off his goggles to catch her eye. “You wanna do one more run?”

“Yes, please,” Y/N grinned, heading towards the lift line and enjoying the pressure of Chris’s gloved hand on her back while they waited. It seemed that everyone had the same idea, so the line was longer than it had been, and Y/N could feel Chris’s impatience next to him.

“This is where we met,” she turned to him with a grin.

He hesitated and took everything in. Not one bit of it had changed. The creek and grind of the lift, the trees were more full but were all still there, and the most beautiful girl he’d ever met was there too. Neither one of them had paused all day to really think about it, but the glow of the setting sun, the feel of the end of a long day moving, and the nostalgia all kicked in at once. When Chris looked back at her, Y/N had tears streaming down her face.

“Baby?” He said quietly, getting as close as he could with the puffy coats and skis, “are you okay?”

“I just can’t believe we made it this far,” she breathed, laughing at herself and swiping at her eyes with her gloves. “Sorry. Just who knew those two idiots would end up living together.”

Chris pulled off his glove and used his cold fingers to pull her chin to face him. “Who would’ve thought those idiots would end up in love.” He kissed her so hard she nearly stumbled both with the physical and emotional impact of his words. “I love you, bunny,” he whispered against her lips when he kissed her again, only pulling away to move them forward in line.

They waited and then boarded the lift in silence, stealing glances at each other and grinning. When they got off at the top, Chris again pulled her as close as he could through the accessories and kissed her without another word. They moved away from each other and towards their favorite trail– still The Jug– and took it slowly and leisurely; Y/N still remembered her last run that day years ago and didn’t need another broken ankle.

They returned to their room and lounged around, Chris eventually showering while Y/N dozed by the fireplace. He roused her and convinced her to shower, telling her that when she got out, they’d make dinner plans. After luxuriating in the warm water for longer than she planned, Y/N exited the bathroom in the same fluffy robe she’d been wearing in the room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Chris was standing before her looking handsome in a sleek black suit and thin tie. If she’d been wearing panties, they would’ve been soaked immediately, and she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping.

“What– Chris– You look–” She stuttered while Chris laughed, adjusting his cuffs and watching her from under his lashes. He approached her slowly, putting his hands out to caress her hips and pull her to him.

Kissing her, he murmured, “Get dressed, baby, we have dinner reservations in 30 minutes.”

“I don’t have anything to wear that matches that!”

“Nothing black and velvet?” He asked with a crooked grin, “I’ve never seen it on you, just on the hanger in our closet. Wear it for me, please.”

Y/N’s throat was dry and she nodded vigorously. “30 minutes?”

“30 minutes,” he repeated, dipping his head to kiss her again. “I’ll get out of your way,” he murmured against her, squeezing her hips and then sliding down to squeeze her ass. She hurried back into the luxurious bathroom and got to work fixing her hair and putting on some makeup. She was grateful that she didn’t normally spend much time getting ready, so 30 minutes didn’t panic her as it would some of her girlfriends, but it was still a rush to get it all together.

When she stepped out of the bathroom in her svelte velvet dress and knee-high suede black boots, she knew how good she looked and she knew it would be all he could do not to fall at her feet. She was right; her heels clicked in the hallway of the suite as she came to the bedroom area and found him lounging across the king-sized bed scrolling his phone. She didn’t miss his eyes widening or him adjusting his slacks.

“Ready to go?”

“No,” he answered, swiftly sitting up, “I changed my mind.” Chris flew off the bed and started towards her, but Y/N stepped away and pulled her jacket out of the closet. He relented and helped her into it, but not before watching the way the muscles in her lower back moved when she slid into it.

Dinner was off the resort property so they climbed into a waiting car; Chris’s hand fell immediately to Y/N’s thigh in the back seat. She only had to swat it away once when it started to trail too high up her leg. After the short drive, they arrived at a lovely, beautifully lit restaurant nestled on the other side of the mountain.

Chris led her into the restaurant, the warmth of his hand bleeding through her thick peacoat as they walked to the hostess stand. It was cozy inside with exposed brick and lights strung across the bustling tables.

The hostess led them around a corner and up a secluded set of stairs. She pushed the door open and they entered a beautiful rooftop lounge overlooking the mountains. The whole area was empty but clearly expecting them as all five of the fire pits in the area were roaring. The table they approached was next to the biggest fire and had two large faux fur blankets waiting for them.

Chris shrugged off his jacket and then reached for hers. When she hesitated, he smiled softly, “I promise I’ll keep you warm,” and she relented and slipped out of the coat before sliding into the booth and close to the fireplace.

He draped one of the blankets across his shoulders and then reached across her back to drape it around her. Y/N busied herself spreading the second blanket across their laps and gladly accepted the hot toddy the waiter had ready. She snuggled into Chris’s side and he wrapped her up tightly, kissing her temple. When she finally relaxed and looked around, she took in the moon's reflection on the snowy mountain and the soothing sounds of the crackling fire.

“It’s beautiful here,” she looked up at Chris, who leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.

“You are beautiful,” his lips were warm and tasted like the whiskey and cloves of his drink as he pressed his lips into hers one more time, holding her face to his by the back of her neck. Y/N grasped his thigh and sighed as he leaned back, “I love you,” he pecked her nose, “my sweet bunny.”

Under her hand, his phone vibrated in his pocket and she ignored it, grinning up at him, “thank you for this weekend.”

“Anything for you,” he finally felt it and leaned away from her, pulling his phone out, briefly checking the screen, and then dropping it on the bench. He returned his attention to her and then sipped their warm drinks while Y/N crossed her legs towards him, letting her top leg drape over his.

Eventually, the waiter came back with menus and warm bread and butter; they pursued in companionable silence when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the bench. With a heavy sigh, he checked the screen and groaned, “it’s Megan, baby. She’s called twice now, and I blew her off yesterday too, do you mind if I just see what she wants? I’ll get rid of her quickly.”

“Of course,” Y/N waved him off, still scanning the menu while he answered his phone with a curt, “Meg, I’m at my anniversary dinner with Y/N, what’s up?”

Y/N grinned to herself. Anniversary dinner… she supposed it was their anniversary. 17 years ago this weekend Scott nearly killed her and sent them on this long journey to today. They hadn’t really celebrated an anniversary since they’d gotten together– they’d celebrated major milestones in their relationship like saying I love you and moving in together, but it had never occurred to either of them to discuss an actual anniversary date. Hearing Chris say that to Megan, and knowing that this was special to him, made Y/N’s heart ache with so much love for him.

When she pulled herself out of her daydream, she noticed Chris’s tense body next to her. His end of the conversation had been short, mostly listening to Megan, but his body language had changed drastically in the last thirty seconds.

“I don’t understand,” his voice was low and sharp and his free hand was clenched in a fist. “Can’t I just comment?”

Silence.

More silence, filled only with Chris trying to steady his breathing and the low murmur of Megan’s voice on the other end.

“What the fuck, how did this happen?” Megan’s response was short, and Chris heaved a heavy sigh, “but we both know that wasn’t what it was… is she commenting? So, I just have to let it happen? Are you fucking kidding me?” More waiting on Megan. He glanced over at Y/N and forced a strained smile. Y/N reached for him and unclenched his fist, sliding her hand into his. He squeezed it and held her eyes while he said to Megan, “I have to tell Y/N.”

His facial expression changed and he paused to listen to Megan, but he quickly furrowed his brows, “no, it should come from me. Thanks, Meg.” He hung up and scrubbed his hand over his face, then took a long pull from his drink and set the empty glass back on the table.

“Baby, some of the gossip rags are running a story. Meg is on it and trying to squash it and my legal team is working with her, but it’s already all over the internet.”

Y/N squared her shoulders and bit her lip, “… okay.”

“Remember a few weeks ago when I told you I’d run into Minka?” Y/N nodded, thinking back to Chris’s frantic phone call. He’d been so nervous; he’d called her from his trailer between shots to say that he’d heard Minka was filming something in Atlanta and one of his co-stars had run into her at a Starbucks. The co-star had invited her to a dinner the cast was having and Chris was so worried about Y/N’s reaction that he hadn’t waited for another second to get in touch.

Y/N had assured him that she trusted him wholeheartedly; she knew about his past as he did about hers, and she knew that in Hollywood, exes crossed paths by nature of the job. It was bound to happen and Y/N had encouraged him to go, to enjoy himself. They’d gone to dinner at a local restaurant- six of them in total, including Chris and Minka. He’d text her occasionally through dinner and sat on the other side of the round table from Minka, only engaging in polite small talk. He’d excused himself early to run an errand at a shop a few doors down from the restaurant and then head home. On the way out of the store, Minka had been waiting for her Uber. He’d stopped to wait with her– the first time they’d been alone all night– offered her a hug, put her in her car, and walked back to his rental.

“Apparently some paps got some pictures that look compromising and they’re running them.”

“How compromising?”

Chris winced at the same time that Y/N felt her phone vibrate for what felt like the 100th time since they sat down. She knew when she pulled it out of her clutch that it would be covered in texts and calls.

“Chris, how compromising?”

“Y/N, I love you and nothing happened, I swear it was nothing.”

“How. Compromising.”

“Chris?” Chris’s head snapped up when he heard the voice; he’d been grinning at his phone and the group chat from his siblings when Minka’s voice startled him.

“Mink, hey, what are you doing?” He shoved his phone in his pocket– the one that held his newest purchase.

“The corner by the restaurant was really crowded,” she shrugged, crossing her arms and smiling up at him, “I walked down here to wait for my Uber.”

“Did you know I was here?” He gestured at the store behind him, feeling suspicious.

She laughed, “I swear,” she threw up her hands in innocence, “I’m not stalking you. I thought you’d already gone home. I just didn’t want to wait in the crowd,” she pointed towards the group of people eating outdoors on the sidewalk surrounding the restaurant they’d just left.

He nodded, “so, how ya been?”

“You don’t have to wait with me, Chris. I’m a big girl. I know you didn’t want to see me tonight.” Her voice was tight and clipped.

“I’m not going to leave you here alone,” his tone matched hers.

“So did you want to see me tonight? Or were you avoiding me?”

He sighed, “I was avoiding you. I just don’t think it’s appropriate to spend time with you.”

“So go then,” she was clearly hurt and Chris, momentarily, felt guilty.

“Minka, I’m not leaving you standing here alone.” He repeated, “Ma would kill me.”

“Lisa does love me,” she grinned.

“She did.” Chris countered, “but she adores Y/N.”

“Right,” Minka dropped her gaze to her heels and kicked at a pebble on the sidewalk, “she’s the one from the ski trip right?”

Chris couldn't stop his grin or the words that tumbled out, “Yup,” he popped the ‘p’ before he continued, “she’s the one.”

Minka’s head snapped up at him, “the one? Like…” Chris nodded, his grin so huge it his face ached. She couldn't help but smile softly, “Is that why you were here?” She pointed at the store behind him. A local jewelry shop. Where he’d just picked up a custom-designed engagement ring.

“You’re going to propose to her?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“When?” Her voice was soft, but she was smiling.

“President’s Day weekend. It’s when we met,” Chris was giddy with excitement as he pictured sliding the ring onto Y/N’s finger. He’d planned the whole weekend already and he couldn't wait for it to get here. “Do you– do you want to see it?”

Minka nodded, reaching out her hands; he pulled it out of his pocket, and with it came his phone, which crashed to the sidewalk next to him. He handed Minka the box and knelt to grab his phone, pausing to check it for damage and cursing lightly at the cracked screen.

“It’s gorgeous, Chris,” Minka grinned down at him, turning the box in her hand while she gazed at the ring. He rose and leaned over her shoulder to stare at it. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

A black car slid up to the sidewalk and Minka checked her phone, “that’s me,” she pointed, handing the box back to Chris, who pocketed it with his now broken phone. She hesitated before pressing a kiss to his cheek and wrapping him in a hug, “I’m glad you’re happy, Chris.” He released her and watched her step into the car, offering a final wave before driving off.

“They’re making it look like I proposed to her,” his voice was strained and he was rubbing his hands across his neck, his face, his thighs, anywhere he could reach. He wanted to reach out to her but he wasn’t sure if she’d take it.

She was silent for several seconds, staring at him with her mouth open. “How is that possible?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures, but I guess the angle they got, the expressions or something… Megan is on it. She’s trying to get Minka’s team to comment. I’m sorry, baby, this isn’t how I pictured this night going.”

Y/N shook her head, “yeah, me either, what the fuck, Chris. What were you doing with Minka that could possibly be twisted into a proposal?”

“Bunny, it was so innocent. I don’t know how they spun it.” Chris was drenched in sweat; the engagement ring in his pocket felt like it weighed 1000 pounds and his chest ached to watch the different emotions cross Y/N’s face.

She reached for her phone and started to click through notifications. Everyone she knew– everyone she knew, including Chris’s siblings– had texted her. She went for Scott’s first.

Scott: you know him and you trust him, Megan will make it go away. Y/N: send me the picture Scott: that doesn’t seem like a good idea Y/N: I’m going to search it if you don’t. Please, Scott.

There was a pause when Scott sent a screenshot of the story. The headline read “Exclusive: Chris Evans and Minka Kelly: Engaged at Long Last!” and the picture did indeed appear to be a grinning Chris and Minka standing outside a jewelry shop in Atlanta. Minka had a black ring box in her hand and Chris was kneeling in front of her.

“Chris,” Y/N whispered and handed him the phone. She was trying not to cry while she tried to determine what was the reality of all of this. She knew that the paparazzi twisted everything. She knew that the gossip magazines would make anything into a story. She knew she’d been dragged around the internet a few times for being seen kissing Chris at baseball games and the supermarket.

She also knew that Chris had “claimed” her– they lived together, and Megan and Chris had both confirmed the relationship. Her name had never, to her knowledge, been officially released, but her picture certainly had. Since they’d moved in together, he hadn’t had a premiere, but they’d already discussed the plans for the next several: she’d walk the red carpet with him. Y/N knew her place in his world and tried to remain calm but this picture, their expressions, Chris on his knees… it was hard to keep her resolve.

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lives-in-midgard · 6 months

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🎄Sweater Party 🎄

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You got invited to the ugly Christmas sweater party of your friend and co-star Chris Evans.

Word Count: 1100

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part of my Fluffcember I hope you like it!

Divider is made by @saradika

Prompt 10: "Shut up and kiss me again."

(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)

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You were just on your way to see your best friend and Marvel co-star Chris Evans. Today is his legendary Ugly Christmas sweater party. You still remember it from last year. You were new to the Marvel cast and got to know Chris better there, and that’s when your crush on him was born. But you were too afraid to tell him, so you just stayed friends, which wasn’t always easy for you.

You were very happy to see your other co-stars again. You ’re friends with everyone, but you were so happy to see Sebastian and Elizabeth again. After a not-too-long drive, you parked your car in front of Chris’ house. There were already a few cars there and a smile was already spreading across your face. You picked up your bag and got out of the car. As you stood in front of the door, you could already hear Chris laughing, which gave you butterflies. Before you could knock on the door, it was opened by none other than Chris himself.

“Hey honey.” Chris said and you had to blush at the pet name he gave you.

“Hey.” You, greeting each other with a hug. You came in and took off your jacket.

“Wow, your sweater is really ugly.” Chris joked and you giggled. Then you finally took a closer look at his sweater.

“Yours is also very ugly.” You said and made Chris laugh. Suddenly you heard paws running and you both looked in that direction and had to laugh. Dodger came running towards you and jumped at you. You started petting him with a smile.

“Hey buddy.” You caught Chris smiling at you and Dodger.

“Come on, let’s go to the others.” Chris said after a while. Dodger ran forward and Chris put his arm on your back, leading you into the living room where the other cast members were gathered. When you and Chris entered the living room you saw Sebastian, Elizabeth, Scarlett, Robert, Mark, Jeremy, only a few missing including Chris Hemsworth because he was in Australia with his family. You greeted everyone and sat down on the couch next to Sebastian while Chris went to the kitchen to get some drinks.

“I missed you so much, Sebby.” You said and hugged him.

“I missed you too.” He said with a smile. You talked for a while about all sorts of things. After a while, Elizabeth and Scarlett joined you. You talked about Christmas and how you all celebrate it. After a while, Chris came back and sat across from you, smiling at you and joining in the conversation. After a while, Dodger came over and sat between you and Sebastian. Sebastian started stroking Dodger’s head, who now laid his head on your lap. You giggled and started petting him as well.

After you all ate dinner together, you went back to the living room, took a photo together and then played some party games together. In one game you had to play in a team of two. Chris immediately looked over at you and asked you. You agreed with a chuckle.

“I thought I would play with you.” Sebastian joked with a smile, and you giggled.

“Oh Sebby. I bet Mackie would love to play with you.” Everyone sat down in groups, and you went to Chris. He made some room for you, but when you sat down next to him, you were still sitting very close to him. Your legs touched and you started to blush. Then you looked at each other and Chris put his arm around your back. You and Chris won the game. Everyone sat down with other people to talk, but you stayed with Chris and enjoyed his company.

A few hours later, some of the party guests began to leave. In the end it was just you and Chris left. You sat very close to each other on his couch.

“It was really great to see everyone again.” You said after a while.

“Yeah definitely.”

“How about we watch a movie?” Chris asked.

“Sounds good. “You replied with a smile.

“Great. You can choose the movie and I’ll go into the kitchen and make hot chocolate for us.” While Chris went into the kitchen, you chose your favorite Christmas movie. When he came back, he gave you a cup and you started the movie. You enjoyed the movie together and after a while you laid your head on his shoulder.

After the movie ended, you looked at the clock and realized it was really late.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you.” You said making Chris smile.

“I enjoyed it too. Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Yeah. We should, but I think I should really go home now.” You said, getting up from the couch.

“Sure, but let me walk you to the door.” He said and walked with you to the door. You said goodbye to Dodger and after putting your jacket on, you hugged Chris again. This time a little longer. He opened the door for you, and you were about to say goodbye when Chris suddenly became quiet.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and Chris pointed to the ceiling. You looked up and then saw why Chris was quiet. There was a mistletoe hanging there.

“Don’t act like you didn’t put that there.”

“I definitely didn’t put that there, honey.” Chris said.

“But who was it then?” You asked and Chris ran his hand through his hair.

“Wait, who was the last person that left?” Chris mumbled and you both thought back.

“Sebastian.” You both said at the same time and chuckled. You looked at each other for a second, unsure of what to do now.

“We don’t have to kiss, but I mean, it’s a tradition.” Chris said quietly as he moved closer to you.

“You’re right, it’s a tradition.” You said and suddenly there were only a few steps away. You moved closer and suddenly his lips touched yours. At first it was just a gentle touch, but then the kiss became more passionate.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I know we’re just friends. I shouldn’t have taken it this far.” Chris started rambling, but you grabbed his hand and spoke.

“Shut up and kiss me again!” You said and Chris giggled but then wanted to kiss you again.

After another kiss you looked at each other smiling.

“I think I have to thank Sebastian for that.” He said, looking at the mistletoe.

“Me too.” You said and you both laughed.

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main masterlist.

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adam driver & co. masterlist

chris evans & co masterlist.

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stranger things masterlist.

top gun: maverick masterlist. (coming soon)

marvel masterlist.

collections;

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Main Masterlist

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Harry Styles Masterlist

Chris Evans Masterlist

Autocomplete Interview - Couple and co-stars, Sebastian and actress!YN do the Wired Autocomplete interview.

Top 5 People You’d cheat on Tom With - In which you make a powerpoint presentation of the 5 people you’d cheat on Tom with and show it to him for TikTok.

Tom Holland being annoying for 6 mins video - In which a fan makes a compilation video of Tom annoying you in interviews for 6 minutes straight.

Andrew Garfield talking about his girlfriend for 8 minutes video - A fan makes a YouTube video of Andrew talking about you for 8 minutes straight.

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rogersevans · 2 years

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Enchanted | IIII

Summary: You didn't expect filling in for your colleague would have the most successful man in Boston besotted with you.

18+ Content Below the Cut, Minors DNI

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“He what?!” Lizzie shrieked through the speaker as your moved around your kitchen, pouring yourself a large glass of wine whilst the food you had in the oven cooked.

“Don’t make me repeat it.” You grumbled, rubbing your temples to dull the headache that was currently working its way behind your eyes. “It’s like I have a stalker, but without the creepiness.”

“It’s still fucking creepy. It’s like he has this hold on your life, all he needs now is a basement in his house to keep you there.” The blonde shrieked through the speaker and Ari’s low chuckle could be heard on the other end. “I can totally see him making you his basement wife. Did you know that was a thing?!”

“I don’t think you’re helping.” You appreciated the striking contrast in his tone compared to Lizzie’s, even if it did have the tiniest hint of disapproval to it.

“She isn’t.” You grumbled back, resting your phone on the counter as you bent down to check on your cheap oven meal you grabbed on your way home from work. You don’t know how Ari had become a part of your daily life, but here the beefcake was providing you advice and guidance on how to deal with your... situation.

“Did you respond to him?” You didn’t, too angry to think of a witty response. The anger never left you all day or two weeks after the fact. It still burned inside of you, making your skin feel hot and prickly with how bothered you became whenever you thought too much about it. You’d spent the past two weeks stomping around the office, muttering to yourself as you watched in envy as Ellie flitted about attending endless interviews.

Especially when she’d been given the opportunity to interview Mrs Mackie. The one name on top of your bucket list to interview. Your boss fully aware of this, but still held eye contact with you during the morning briefing as she alerted Ellie of the good news. A slick smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, like she was enjoying it.

Ellie had approached you, tail between her legs, hat in hand and the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. You liked Ellie, you found her to be bubbly and eager to please. You’d worked next to each other for the past year and she was the least annoying co-worker in your office. But there was a reason she worked on the fashion, she was a fumbler, constantly tripping over her own words. You almost lost your temper when Ellie danced around the subject of asking you for help in preparing for the interview with the most powerful woman in Boston. But you knew it wasn’t her, more like your boss advising her to do so.

So, you stayed late all that week to help her prep for the Friday interview. You were convinced Ellie had your number on speed dial by this point.

Your boss was surprised when you sent over your finished articles by Thursday afternoon, a day earlier than she’d asked. Convinced you’d fail meeting the deadline with Ellie relentlessly pestering you. Like she wanted you to fail, like it was your fault Chris Evans had reprimanded her in the first place.

Three texts from Chris sat in your messages, and all three had gone unanswered. But, of course, left on read. You found yourself re-reading them as Lizzie waffled on about her day in the background:

Chris: Enjoy your first day back, Princess.

Chris: What? No thank you?

Chris: Go to dinner with me.

The third text had you faltering, blinking at your screen in shock. It had come through earlier on your walk home. Almost two weeks of blissful silence from him.

Well, that’s if you don’t count the younger looking man that had been seen outside of your apartment and office on numerous occasions. His blue eyes would ungracefully look elsewhere whenever yours met them.

On the third night of his watchful presence, you startled him when you rapped your knuckles against the blacked-out window, a Tupperware of something in the other. You learnt his name was Jake, that he worked for Chirs, unofficially, too scared to ask him to elaborate you handed him the Tupperware before darting back into your apartment building.

Now you felt used to his presence. You’d built up a routine with Jake. You’d learnt that he wasn’t the smoothest of talkers, he fumbled a lot, made a lot of references you didn’t understand. A techy genius. Every night at 6pm on the dot, you brought him down some food. Every night something different.

You remember hearing Jake call out to you when you stopped dead in the street, making sure you were ok. The sound of him cutting the engine brought you back to the present to stop him from getting out of his car. Dismissing it as reading something you read online.

It took you a few minutes to regain composure, your eyes re-reading the message when you stepped into your apartment building. Your fingers twitching to reply to him, something snarky perhaps? Anger mixing with something you weren’t sure of. Something that felt a lot like... Butterflies? That’s when you felt it, your heart hammering against your ribs, winding you. Your palms sweaty as you reached to press the button for your floor in the elevator. A warm feeling blooming in your chest, making your cheeks flush.

As you re-read the message now you couldn’t stop your mind from picturing what he would wear to a date. Would he be dressed in a perfectly pressed suit? Or would it be more casual? Does he even own a pair of jeans? Wait, hold the fuck up. Did you want to go on a date with him?

Before you could answer your own question the sound of another call coming through had pulled you from your reverie. Your mouth going dry and the sight of the name.

Chris.

“Shit.” You mumbled, suddenly flustered as you stood from your bent over position.

“What? What’s wrong?” Lizzie asked, ignoring how you interrupted her story.

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” Was all you said before deciding to end the call and accepting Chris’s. “Evans.” You greeted him curtly, placing your palms on the counter top, starring ahead of you.

“There you are.” He called through the speaker, his voice deep and soft. His tone indicating that he was happy to finally hear from you. “I was beginning to think you were ignoring me, princess.”

“I just answered to tell you to fuck off.” You spat, earning a low chuckle from him. “Stalking can land you five years of prison time, as well as a hefty fine.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem with it. What was it tonight? Casserole? Very domestic.” Chris hummed in response. Of course, Jake had told him you’d been feeding him.

Rolling your eyes, you spun on your heels to turn the oven off before turning back to your phone. “Oh yes, Jake, I like him, he’s very charming.” You purred into the speaker, smirking when you hear him huff in annoyance. “He knows how basic human communication works. Unlike you.”

It took him a couple of minutes before he could respond, calming his nerves. You were trying rile him up and it was working. He hated the effect you had on him, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up with irritation.

“Go out with me. Just one date.” He gently purred at you, causing your heart to flutter furiously.

“My answer is still the same. No.” No matter how much your heart rate increased around him, how nervous he made you. The answer will always be no. No matter how much you felt yourself wavering with each no.

“You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you? Don’t make me beg.” He pleaded softly, his tone light.

“Oh please, have you ever had a women say no to you before?” You couldn’t stop the roll of your eyes thankful he couldn’t see you as you found yourself leaning into the call. Resting your elbows on the counter and your chin in your palm. Genuinely interested in his answer.

“Well-”

“On second thought, don’t answer that question.”

“Common darlin’,” he drawled, his accent coming out thick as he spoke and rendering you weak in the moment. “I’ll beg, don’t think I won’t. Is that what you want? Get me on my knees?”

You didn’t mean to stay silent you had the perfect response lined up. But his accent caused the words to fizzle out on your tongue, your mouth opening and shutting a few times before he spoke up again.

“Say the word and I’ll be round within the hour, on my knees baby.” He cooed from the other end, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest when he heard your squeak of a you wish in response.

Sebastian watched from his seat next to Chris, his eyes lighting up in delight when he heard you hang up on his friend. Not being able to hold back his laughter. “You’re fucking whipped, you know that right? And she won’t even give you the time of day.” His fist now balled up and covering his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“Shut it, Stan.” Chris snarled, twiddling his phone between his thumb and index finger before sliding it into his pocket. His mind on your response and how your voice had become higher in pitch when you spoke.

“I think it’s sweet, Evans finally got himself a girl. Who knew you were capable of human emotion? Me and the Mrs had bets on when the time would come, she doubted you.” Anthony mocked from his chair, sat opposite his friends. They’d been having a meeting when the topic of conversation had changed to you, Chris doesn’t even remember how it happened. But one daring comment from Sebastian about how Chris didn’t have the balls to ring you and ask you out had him dialling your number so quick he almost stuttered when you answered.

“Damn straight I did.” Came a fourth voice, a lot softer than their deeper ones, making all three men turn their heads in the direction of the door.

Mrs Mackie. Anthony’s girl. She had been somewhat of an enigma over the years, rarely seen in the eyes of the media, but her presence was strong within their world. She and Chris had been friends since they first opened their eyes, born days apart from one another, her being the eldest. A fact she liked to remind the Bostonian of. She had more experience in their field of work then all three combined, her father being the head of the biggest crime family in Boston. Something that rivalled the Stans.

A thing of beauty, she had every man she met falling at her feet. Including her husband. They met when they were teenagers, Chris had shielded her from his friends at first. Until she had him pinned, giving him a mean Chinese burn, forcing his hand. Like she always did.

Anthony was 18 when they met, two years her senior, and he still remembers the feeling of butterflies erupting through his entire stomach when he first laid eyes on her. He became enamoured with her, spent time getting to know her, driving her to school, showing up at her bedroom window unannounced in the middle of the night, they’d spend hours talking. It took him three months to get the courage to ask her out, he remembers it perfectly, she’d cornered him in her room. Demanding to know when he was going to ask her out.

“There she is.” Sebastian cooed with a beaming smile, ignoring Anthony’s eye roll.

“You doubtin’ me?” Chris greeted his longest friend, his tone light and teasing as he stood to plant a gentle kiss to her cheek, giving the small of her back a gentle rub.

“Don’t I always?” She quipped back, giving his arm a quick squeeze before moving round to greet Sebastian with a tight hug. “Someone needs to keep you in check.”

Both men watched as she sauntered around Anthony’s desk, resting her hand on his shoulder before giving his lips a quick peck and shoving his shoulder for him to move. It never ceased to amaze them how soft he was for her. It shouldn’t shock them how he lifted himself up from the chair with ease in seconds and holding the chair out for her. But it did.

From the moment they met they knew he was a goner. From the across the room, she had him in the palm of her hand, then her eyes met his and he was falling so deep they struggled to pull him out.

“Now, who’s this poor girl and what have you done to her?” Leaning back in the chair, she smiled when she felt Anthony’s hands rest on her shoulders.

“You told her?” Chris directed at Anthony, his brows shooting up in surprise.

“Not everything.” He clarified with a wave of his hand. “I told her there’s a girl. But I thought I’d let you fill her in.” Smirking across at him, earning a huff from Chris.

Chris began explaining the whole story, from the first day he met you in the elevator to now. Too caught up with his story and finding himself becoming frustrated at how things had transpired between you both. The hard stare, one that if looks could kill he’d be 6ft below quicker than he could blink, coming from the fiery female directly opposite from him going unnoticed by the frustrated brunette. Her annoyance growing the more Chris spoke.

It happened all at once, like a blur of colours as she stood from her seat, her hands firmly pressed against the desk as she leant over and lifting one to smack him upside the head. Everything about the woman might be tiny in comparison to the bulky, and pure muscle of the three men in her presence. But make no mistake, her strike was powerful.

It had Chris faltering mid conversation, leaving him to rub where she’d just smacked him and mumbling a quiet, what the fuck. Blinking at her as he watched her sit back down, leaning forward and her nostrils flaring. “What the hell are you doing?” Silence is her answer, Chris becoming confused quicker than his brain could catch up. “Let me get this straight,” she continued, holding her hand up to silence his ramblings when he did deicide to speak. “You cornered this poor woman in your office, encouraged to talk about something you knew you’d have a problem with, then have the audacity to get her suspended?!” Shaking her head in anger, mumbling something about how dumb men are.

“I got her, her job back!” Chris tried to reason with her, his hands going up in surrender. Anthony and Sebastian both tittering to themselves at this point, standing off to the side. Anthony loved seeing his wife in action, nothing got the blood rushing to his dick quicker.

“Don’t even get me started on that.” Her voice now low as she snarled. She had a lot of passions in her life, a lot of things she cared about. The main one being her family, specifically her daughter. Which lit the fire within her to create a more equal society for her to grow up in. She fought hard for women and their rights. “You do realise women have to fight so much harder than men, just to be heard? Do you think I got to where I am because of my talent or dedication? No, but I worked hard to make people see past my last name.” Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, taking the time to calm down before she opened them again. “You took her job away from her and then gave it back! Do you have any idea of how powerless that made her feel?”

“Baby.” Anthony cooed, taking a step towards the desk tentatively, wanting to help his friend out. Watching the 6ft man cower under her stare, knowing how intimidating his wife can be.

“Don’t defend him,” she demanded with finality, her head whipping in his direction and her brow arched. “Or do you want to spend the night on the couch?”

“You’re on your own on this one, man.” Was all Anthony said before he ushered Sebastian out of the room, ignoring his protests and whines of Evans is having his ass handed to him right now and I’m missing the show.

“Now,” she continued once the door clicked shut, taking in Chris’s sheepish demeanour. “You like her, don’t you?” His opened, then closed, then opened again. He did this a couple of times before she interjected. “I thought you did. Although, it’s a funny fucking way of showing it.” She huffed, relaxing back into the big leather chair. “This isn’t the 40’s. You can’t just throw your weight around, act like an alpha male and bang your chest to get her attention.”

“I don’t do that.” Chris defended weakly, his chest puffing out in defence and brows frowned. Oozing alpha male attitude.

“You’re such a fucking ape.” She grumbled in return, making Chris snort in retaliation. The tension suddenly easing in the room. “But you’re my best friend and I love you, Evans.” The soft smile that now graced her lips, had his unspoken anxieties settling in an instant. Not that he would ever admit it, but she scared the shit out of him. He remembers how she used to pin him with one hand when they were kids, no underestimation that she could still do that now. No matter their age.

“So, out of pity. I’m going to help you.” He beamed across at her and she couldn’t help but return it back to him. “But,” she warned, dragging the word. “You do as I say, none of that CEO energy bullshit. You want the girl; you listen to me. Got it?”

Chris couldn’t have nodded quicker, almost giving himself whiplash. On the edge of his seat, listening intently to every word she spoke. Detailing her plan.

Sundays were your favourite day. You always took the morning to tidy your apartment and then spent the rest of the day on couch, it was your re-set day. Everyone knew this. Which is why you couldn’t help the confusion in your tone when you answered the call from Scarlett.

“Scarlett? Hey...” She never rang you. She hardly rang her own sister at times, she was more of a texter you’d come to learn over the years. Always claiming to be too busy to call people.

“Are you dressed? If not, throw something cute on, we’re going a BBQ.” She greeted with a cheer.

“A BBQ? What? Scar, its Sunday-”

“I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.” She sang through the speaker before the line went dead, leaving you confused.

Ten minutes later you found Scarlett letting herself into your apartment, key in hand as she pushed the front door open with her hip and lifting her sunglasses so they rested on top of her head.

“How the hell did you get a key?!” You shrieked, pushing yourself off the couch to rest your hands on your hips, your brows shooting up in shock.

“What? I got one cut.” She explained simply with a shrug of her shoulders. “I have one for Lizzie’s as well, just in case of emergencies.” You’d normally find the sentiment sweet, knowing Scarlett wasn’t one for tender moments. But you were to irked that someone had the nerve to disrupt your Sunday routine.

“Scar-”

“You’re not dressed! Come on dingus! I gave you strict instructions, we’ve got places to be, people to see!” Not giving you time to protest she marched over to you and started pushing you towards your bedroom. “Now, you go shower and I’ll sort you an outfit out.” Opening your bathroom door and shoving you in before closing it behind you, not giving you room to interject. Leaving you stood in your bathroom, shocked and confused as hell.

20 minutes later you found yourself in the passenger seat of her car, things had been silent since you left your apartment. The baby pink sundress she had picked out for you rested mid-thigh on you, the hem tickling your skin whenever you moved. The white high-top converses complementing the outfit nicely.

“Wanna tell me what we’re doing?” You finally asked, eyeing her suspiciously from your seat.

“I told you, going to a BBQ.” Remaining tight lipped about the situation, you felt ambushed and flustered. You didn’t like surprises, in fact you hated them.

“Ok,” you huff. “Where is this mysterious BBQ?”

“The Mackie’s.” She mumbled, her eyes never leaving the road in front of her.

“What!?” You shrieked, making the blonde across from you wince. “Are you kidding me?!”

“Don’t panic, alright? I know his wife, she’s a good friend of mine. Total sweetheart. Until you piss her off. But you won’t, because I’ll be there!” What else didn’t you know about Scarlett? It's like she led this double life. The version you and Lizzie were involved in, and the other where she had dealings with the seedy underworld of crime. How flippantly she explained that she was ‘good friends’ with Mrs Mackie, like she was just some regular Joe she’d met at work.

“Why am I even invited? This is weird. I don’t know them.” You whined once you took in the mansion Scarlett had parked outside of, mumbling a quiet ‘fuck’ to yourself. It was like something out of a murder mystery, like you’re about to step onto the set of Downton Abbey. The pink blossom trees surrounding the property making it seem less, off with your head.

“Mackie liked you, plus she wanted to meet you.” The blond shrugged simply, grabbing her bag from the backseat and jumping out of the car with you shortly following behind.

“Meet me? Why?” Rounding the front of the car, your hands smoothing down the hem of your dress. Now you wondered if the dress you were forced to wear was too short, too casual. But as you took in Scarlett’s casual denim shorts and loosely tucked in AC/DC shirt, that had seen better days, the uneasy feeling settled within you slightly.

“She heard what happened at the club, and everything that happened with Chris.” Her hands coming to rest on your shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze. “Stop asking so many questions and just enjoy the day.” Not giving you another second to protest, she grabbed your hand and lead you around the side of the property, clocking the guards protectively dotted around the property and covering every exit.

You hadn’t even rounded the corner of the side gate when you were greeted by hostess in question, her arms tightly wrapping around you and smile stretching to meet her eyes. “I can’t believe your powers of persuasion worked Johansson.” The rare photos of her circulating the internet had nothing on her beauty in person, there was no hair out of place on her head and her makeup had been applied perfectly. You know the barley there look, that leaves you wondering? Yeah, she nailed it. Her height towered over you only slightly, and her embrace felt like you’d known one another for years.

She was doing nothing for your confidence.

“I’ve heard so much about you.” She teased, reaching over to hug Scarlett, her hands rubbing up and down her back.

“Weird. I haven’t heard a thing about you.” You quipped back, your eyes playfully narrowing in on Scarlett when they released one another.

Her laugh reached your ears and you swore you’d never heard anything more poetic. No one had a perfect laugh, you knew this, if you laughed too hard, you’d snort. Lizzie’s genuine laugh was more of a wheeze and Scarlett’s was more of a cackle. But no. The woman stood in front of you right now had laugh that sounded like it had been crafted by angles.

Ok. Maybe that was a bit dramatic. But you were finding it hard to believe this woman had any flaws.

“My husband told me you were funny.” Anthony spoke about you? Does that mean Chris speaks about you to him? “I’m glad you could make it.” Her tone genuine and her eyes sincere, distracting you from your thoughts.

“I didn’t have much of a choice.” You grumbled, again, your eyes playfully narrowing in on Scarlett’s green ones, earning an eyeroll from her.

“Would you like a drink? Beer? Wine? Cocktail?” Her brows waggling at the last suggestion, her eyes dancing between you and Scarlett. You’d never felt so out of place somewhere.

“Beer is fine.” Was your only reply, Scarlett agreeing with you. You both watched as she spun on the heels of her flip flops, sauntering through the crowd of people, her smile never faltering.

You took the time to actually look around the back garden, if you want to call it that, it more resembled three soccer pitches together. It was beautifully decorated, fairy lights strung throughout, a BBQ- which looked like something they’d bought from the space station, situated by the backdoor, a bar sat beside it with 2 freaking bartenders behind it muddling drinks. A massive pool sat in the centre of it all and off to the far right, a giant children’s climbing frame. The garden was packed with people, some faces you recognised and some you didn’t. The sight of children running around and laughing was something you would’ve picked out of a movie.

“Where’s my favourite girl?!” You heard a gravelly voice call from behind you, looking over your shoulder you caught a glimpse of Chris, your brain going still in the moment.

He wore a navy-blue t-shirt and matching trunks, sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose shielding his eyes from you. He was crouched and his arms open wide and the corners of his lips reaching his eyes in a beaming smile as a young girl ran into them, knocking him back and landing on his ass, both finding the interaction hilarious as he held her close, one hand holding her head and the firmly wrapped around her tiny frame.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You grumbled, turning back to face the rest of the party. There were those pesky butterflies again, fuck you butterflies.

“Oh, don’t tell me. You’re going soft on him?” Scarlett teased a knowing smirk now evident as her elbow nudged your side. “What? You see him with a kid and suddenly your legs are spread?”

“You’re disgusting.” You huff in annoyance.

“And you’re only human.” She quipped back quickly before Anthony’s wife could hear as she approached you both, three beers in hand. Resisting the urge, the look over your shoulder again, a warmth blooming in your chest at the sound of his laughter.

This was going to be a long day.

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