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upindreamland · 1 year

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Obvious - Chris Evans

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

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

Italics mean flashback

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

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

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Y/N'S POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.

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

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

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?”

“You… You know my name?”

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

“Who said I knew you?”

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

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

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

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

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

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

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

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

I was speechless.

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

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

Ever since then, it’s been history.

“Y/N?”

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

“Oh really. Let me see.”

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

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

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

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

I will never fall out of love with this man.

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

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librariesandcastles · 2 years

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Stay

“You’re such a good friend, Y/N. So helpful and thoughtful and gentle… and beautiful.” - Chris rambled as you were putting your best efforts into navigating him towards his bedroom. You went out to celebrate his latest movie and he had one too many drinks. - “You are the most beautiful among all of my girl friends. And boy friends, and dog friends, too. And let me tell ya, I’ve got very beautiful dog friends.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” - you laughed. You knew better than taking his drunken compliments seriously, but your heart couldn’t help but skip a few beats. The poor thing didn’t understand that its feelings for Chris just shouldn’t be acted on.

“You smell good.” - he leaned forward and nuzzled his nose down your neck making your cheeks flush the brightest shade of red.

“And you are so drunk.” - you shook your head in another attempt to not read into his words or actions. He wouldn’t remember any of them in a few hours anyway, and you certainly didn’t want to repeat them in your head longer than necessary. You were friends for years, good friends, and yes, there were sparks, a whole damn wildfire in fact, but you weren’t completely sure if Chris was ready for more. His career was demanding and he was always on the go. Relationships rarely worked out for him and you didn’t want to get him or yourself hurt, so when you finally reached his bedroom and you made sure that he is comfortable in his bed and has water and two tablets of ibuprofen on the nightstand, you ran towards the door.

“Y/N.” - he mumbled and stopped you just before you managed to leave. - “I don’t want you to drive this late.”

“It’s not late, Chris, it's actually early. It’s six in the morning. Plus, I drove you here, remember?” - you argued, your body half out of the room.

“Yes, but you shouldn’t have done that, Y/N.” - he pointed his index finger at you trying to appear serious. - “You are drunk, too.”

“I had two margaritas. Hours ago. I already sobered up.”

“Yeah, but… traffic’s bad in the morning.”

“I’ll manage.”

“But you don’t have to.” - he said with a voice that made your insides melt. His blue eyes were half closed and heavy with sleep, his face was slightly puffy from exhaustion and he just looked so adorable that the remnants of those two margaritas were tempting you towards the bad decision of cuddling down next to him. - “Just stay.” - Chris pleaded. - “You never stay.”

“You never asked me to stay before.” - you heard yourself saying as if you were both in the state to discuss this right now.

“Cos I like you as a friend. Like very much. I don’t wanna mess up.” - he spoke the last sentence so low you thought you imagined it. - “I… God, I’m not so good with my words right now…”

“Chris…”

“I… I know I haven’t been the best at expressing how I feel about you.” - he swallowed. - “But it’s hard, you… You are too precious to me, I don’t wanna lose you.” - god dammit. Your willpower started evaporating and you knew you were going to throw caution and logic to the wind. You took your heels off and climbed next to him.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” - you whispered and allowed him to take you in his arms.

“But not giving this a chance…” - he gazed upon your lips and licked his.

“Will be just as bad.”

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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You're Not Alone

Title: You're Not Alone

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Around 900 maybe? I'm sorry I didn't count...

Tags: Angst, fluff, panic attacks, crying, hard to breathe, stress, afraid to ask for help, and I think that's it.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 8: Afraid To Ask For Help

Dedicated To: @sarahrogersevans and @chrisevansdaughter because they're amazing and I love them ♥️

Beta(s): None

You shut your eyes tight as your try and regulate your breathing.

These stress-induced panic attacks are happening more frequently, and it's getting to the point of being unbearable.

Between your college exams, your hours being cut at work, and trying to figure out how you're going to pay your bills, it's taken a huge toll on your body and mind. You know that's what's causing them, and you also know you should ask for help, but you don't. You never do.

Because you're scared.

The only person you trust with your heart and feelings is your best friend, Chris, and even just the thought of being this vulnerable around him makes your anxiety that much worse.

Your knuckles are white as you hunch over the sink in your bathroom. The tightness in your chest makes it feel like you can't draw in a breath and it's then that you realize it's never been this bad before.

You sink to the floor and pull your phone out of your pocket with a shaky hand. You don't want to, but as scary as it is, you find Chris’s contact and hit the call button. The fear of not being able to breathe outweighs all of the other apprehension you have.

He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful, "hey, Y/N! What's up?"

You close your eyes tight again, forcing out what you think is a complete sentence.

"C-Chris?....please....need you....c-can't breathe..."

His whole demeanor changes and his blood runs cold when he hears how distressed you sound.

"Give me ten minutes, okay? Please stay on the phone. You don't have to talk... just... please... please don't end the call."

You drop your phone on the floor next to you and try desperately to take in a deep breath, but to no avail. Every second that passes makes you feel like you're that much closer to losing the battle.

You don't even hear your front door open or Chris call out your name. He wanders aimlessly through your house until he finally finds you.

He opens the door and immediately gets on his knees in front of you, his big, warm hands cradling your face.

"Y/N? I'm here now it's okay... come on, honey, you've gotta breathe for me." His eyes scan your body for any injuries, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finds none.

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut again, "can't..."

"You can, sweetheart. You're so strong, baby... I know you can do this. Come on, do it with me. Breathe in through your nose, hold it for two seconds, and then slowly breathe out through your mouth."

You look into his beautiful, blue eyes and even though it seems impossible, you try for him. His fingertips ghost over your cheek as you take slow deep breaths. Chris coaches you through them, making sure you're matching what he's doing, and soon you can feel yourself starting to calm down.

"That's it, baby... you're doing so good, Y/N."

Chris wipes the stray tears from under your eyes and sits back against the wall before pulling you into his lap. You lay against his chest and listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat while he gently rubs your back.

"Just keep breathing like this for me, okay? I've got you, sweetheart."

"...Thank you."

Chris presses a sweet kiss in your hair and holds you a bit tighter, "no need to thank me, Y/N. You're my best friend, and I love you."

You swallow the lump in your throat and tilt your head so you're looking up at him.

"I just...I didn't want to burden you with this. You're so busy with work and family and I...I just didn't want you to lose an opportunity or something because of what I'm going through..."

Chris shakes his head, "now, you listen to me, okay? You're someone I care about. We've been friends for years, and no job, no movie, or TV show is ever going to take precedence over you. So, you can get that thought out of that pretty, little head of youre, okay baby?"

He cups your cheek and looks deeply into your eyes. "I don't care what day it is. I don't care what time it is. If you need anything...absolutely anything, you call me. I'm always going to be there for you. Day, night, rain, sleet, snow, it doesn't matter. I'll drop everything for you, honey."

You hug him tight and bury your face in his neck.

"I love you too, Chris. So much..."

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Girl i neeeed a snippet from clear a bitch chris evans x reader 🤣🤣 with a title like thaaaat 👀

Here you go🥰. Hope you enjoy it!

It’s not edited, so please excuse any mistakes.

Snippet: “Clear a Bitch” - Chris Evans x Black!Reader

“She actin’ a little too friendly.”

If it happens again I’m going to cause a scene in this bitch, Christopher.

“I love how you’ve touched up the beard. It always looks so soft and silky.”

Did this bitch just tug and run her fingers through MY husband’s facial hair?!

Leaning in closer she boldly sniffs him and all but moans. You started to open your mouth to let this bitch have it, but decided against it. Chris had given you a gentle squeeze on the hip. You knew he was signaling to remain calm. Also to remind you that you were in the middle of the red carpet. No need for you all to make your debut on TMZ. Not over this mad ass bitch.

“Mm, and that aftershave. You smell amazing.”

Chris tensed a bit, looking extremely uncomfortable. He stepped closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Your husband pulled you into him, placing a protective hand on your hip. Knowing your temperament, Chris did his best to diffuse the situation. He attempted to change the subject but was cut off once again. The washed up actress sucked in a breath at the irritated glance he gave her. However, it still wasn’t enough to deter her. She reeked of jealousy. Glancing at the protective grip Chris had on your waist, only pissed her off. The desperate, thirsty woman gave you an irritated glance that quickly morphed into a smirk.

“Y/N what a lovely ensemble that is. I didn’t know Lane Bryant made evening gowns.”

This bitch is testing my patience right now. Do not react, Y/N! Out of respect for your husband, don’t do it. He’s trying to ignore her the best he can.

Or so I thought.

Feedback is greatly appreciated💓.

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saucy-sassy-sparkly · 2 years

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Moments Masterlist

Chris Evans x Reader

They say you pass your soulmate three times before you meet them...

One: 1997, Vermont

Two: 2003, Boston

Three: 2010, DC

Four: 2012, Prague

Five: 2012, Prague 💋

Six: 2013, DC 💋

2013 Drabble

Seven: 2014

Eight: 2014

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starlightcevans · 1 year

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Your Ghost - A Ransom Drysdale story

Chapter 4

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have written stories on Wattpad, but I have decided to share the stories on Tumblr too. I have written two full stories based on Ransom Drysdale. I am currently busy on the third story. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing the story.

A lot of thought and work was put into this story.

Warning: This story contains mature content: Strong language, and smut. I'd recommend 18+ to read this story, but viewer discretion is advised. Please be aware that this fan fiction will contain explicit scenes that may not be suitable for younger viewers and scenes of alcohol. There is mature content in this fan fiction.

Please note I do not own any of the characters, this is purely for fiction.

Feedback is always welcome. Please let me know if you like this story or not.

If you find any grammar errors, please let me know.

Link to the Wattpad story: https://www.wattpad.com/919400583-your-ghost-chapter-4

EVELYN:

I dial my neighbors number before Ransom begins to speak. She answers on the first ring. "Hello Evelyn!" "Hi Lydia! Can you please do me a favor?" I ask. "Anything!" "Can you please feed Sheila for me? I need to come collect her because I won't be home for the night." I explain.

"Of cause I can, but why won't you be home?" She asks.

"I am by Harlan, and he asked for me to stay for dinner. So it'll be late and Harlan told me I cannot drive back in the dark."

"I see...but why doesn't Sheila stay by me for the night? I am sure Simba wouldn't mind a friend to play with." Lydia suggests.

"That...is actually a better option." Why didn't I think of that? "You have my spare keys?"

"Yes I do. I will feed Sheila shortly." Lydia beams.

"You don't mind? I know it is one night, but Sheila does not do so well when I am not there." I tell her.

"It is alright! What are friends for?"

I smile. "You smiling now aren't you?"

She giggles. "How can you tell?"

We both laugh and then say goodbye.

Lydia and I do go walking quite a lot, but I have been busy with my book and Sheila needs to get out of the house sometime.

I put my phone in my bag and take in a breath. I turn with my head down and walk toward the door, but Ransom's hand stops me from unlocking the door.

"Ransom not this again!" I sigh.

"I warned you to watch your tone with me." Ransom whispers in my ear.

He takes my bag and drops it on the floor. He takes my arm and spins me around so that I fall back onto the armchair.

"What the –"

Ransom towers over me with his knee pressed between my legs. He grabs hold of my neck, just underneath my jaw – and forces me to look at him.

"Do not provoke me like that in front of my family." He breathes on my face.

"Stop...it!" I manage to say.

"I told you that we are not done talking." His voice is cold.

I try to push his hand away from my neck, but he is too strong.

"There...is...nothing...to...talk about!" I breathlessly say.

Ransom scoffs. "Like hell there is. Who was that man?"

I roll my eyes. Not this again!

"Don't roll your eyes at me! You know what will happen if you keep doing that." He warns.

I know what he will do...and I miss it...but I shouldn't.

Ransom tightens his grip on my neck. "Who was that man?"

I start to choke. "You...are...hurting me!"

Ransom looks down and immediately lets go. He then starts to message each side of my jaw.

"I'm sorry..."

I smack his hand away. "No you are not! If you squeezed a little more tightly, you would have choked me." I place my fingers on my neck and cough a little.

I look into his eyes. Dammit!

His eyes have softened. "I am sor –"

"Don't say what you don't mean." I bitterly retort.

Ransom leans in closer and I automatically lean my head back.

"I. Am. Sorry." He cooes.

His eyes travel down to my lips and then he looks back into my eyes. My eyes are locked onto his. I feel his fingers brush on my lower lip.

"You have the most luscious lips." His fingers stroke my lip. "They are so beautiful...and full." His voice changes to a sexier tone. A tone I remember he used when we started seeing each other. It was intoxicating...and it still is.

He leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine. I close my eyes. Dammit! I am giving in. I lean in, but Ransom puts his fingers on my lips.

"What do you want?" He whispers.

What? Does he want me to tell him?

"Tell me what you want me to do Evelyn?"

Hearing Ransom say my name in that sexy tone...I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin.

"I...I..."

"Say it."

"I want you." I whisper. I know this is wrong, but why does this feel right?

Ransom chuckles softly. "I know you do, but what do you want me to do right now?"

"Kiss me!" The words escape my mouth.

"As you wish." Ransom smirks.

He removes his fingers and lifts my chin as our lips meet. The kiss was not like the previous one earlier. No possessiveness. This kiss feels softer and gentler. I moan against his lips. This is the Ransom I remember.

Ransom cups my face and gently kisses one corner of my mouth to the other corner. His lips travel to my neck and I let out a sharp breath.

"I am sorry I hurt you." He softly says.

His one hand travels down to my leg and he slowly moves his hand up my thigh...to there!

I open my eyes. "Ransom! No! Not in here!" I shriek.

Ransom ignores me and his fingers tugs at my pants as I feel his teeth on my neck. I look up and realize that I need to end this. Again. I feel as if my self-conscious slaps me back to the reality of what Ransom did to me.

"Get...Off!" I raise my voice, but Ransom doesn't listen – as usual.

There is a sudden knock on the door.

"Shit!" Ransom curses and he immediately steps out to the side.

I jump up and grab my bag, but Ransom catches my hand in his. "This is not over."

I let out an exasperating breath. "For goodness sake Ransom! I don't know that man from a bar of soap!" My tone is bitter.

"I was not talking about that man." He glares at me, but I don't care.

"Let. Me. Go!" I yank my arm away from his hand.

I halt just before I unlock the door. "Don't talk to me tonight...please." I add the last word to be polite.

Ransom gives me his crooked smile. I look away.

"Please..." I pleas this time.

I unlock the door, but in barges Richard, knocking me to the floor.

"Ransom there you are! Evelyn?" He looks surprised when he looks at me. "I didn't know you were here. Why are you here?"

Ransom walks over to help me up.

"Thank you." I say loud enough so Ransom can only hear me. I look at Richard and automatically shrug. "I –"

"Son." Richard looks to Ransom, ignoring me.

"Father." Ransom says with mock gravity.

"Your mother wants to speak to you." Richard looks at me, "Alone."

I look at Ransom for some reason. Maybe he would tell me to leave?

"Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to speak?" Richard boasts.

"Yes...No...um...I should go." I announce to both of them and walk out of the study.

I hear voices coming from outside the front door. I sidle closer to the door and peak out to see who has arrived. I see the whole family: Joni and her daughter Meg. Walt, Donna and their son Jacob – who never seems to look away from his cellphone. I then see Linda petting her one dog.

Blast! I hear Richard and Ransom having an altercation in the study.

Between the family arriving and the shouting in the study, I turn and race to the spare bedroom. I am glad that nobody stopped me.

I close the door and lock it – I do not want a repeat of earlier. I toss my bag across the floor and I fall down on the bed.

The whole family is here. The whole fucking family is here! I really wish I declined Harlan's request to stay for dinner. I hope I get to sit next to Harlan because then I will feel less stressed with being around this family.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself down, but just as I close my eyes, there is a knock on the door.

"Go away Ransom!" I shout.

The person knocks again, but I ignore it. I cannot have Ransom in this room again. Not right now. I have been alone with him twice now and both times I have nearly fell victim to his ways – even though I swore I would not.

The person knocks again. If it is Ransom, I am going to slap him. I sigh and unlock the door.

"Rans – Oh sorry Harlan!" My face turns red as I see Harlan standing in front of me.

Harlan chuckles. "Not to worry dear. I know my grandson has been a little much today."

I tilt my head. "How did..."

"I know my grandson and..." Harlan points his finger to his neck as he looks at my neck.

My brows draw together and I turn to walk to the bathroom.

My eyes widen as I realize what Ransom did to me. "That son of a – He gave me a damn hickey!" I scream. I am going to really slap him when I see him again. He thinks by giving me a hickey that everyone will think we are still together? No! He gave me this damn thing to claim ownership of me!

"If I see him...I am going to –"

"It's alright dear." Harlan soothes.

"No it is not! He thinks he can pull this on me and expect me to not say something about it." As if a light bulb went on I realize. "Hang on. Maybe he wants me to ask him what he did this. He wants me to go talk to him. He –"

"Let me just tell you why I am here my dear." Harlan interrupts me.

"Joni!" He calls.

"Joni?" I crinkle my nose.

"Hello sweet Evelyn! You look...well you have looked better." Joni looks at my apparel.

I hold my finger up. "To be fair, I only came here to speak to Harlan in the first place. I had no idea I was going to stay for dinner." I defend myself.

"Sure." Joni response seems to sound more like a mock than anything else.

I look at Harlan. "Why did you call Joni?" I ask.

"I am here to dress you." Joni answers me instead of Harlan.

"You want to dress me?" My tone is kept neutral because if I sound shocked, Joni will be offended.

"Yes! Harlan told me that you are going to stay, so I suggested that I will dress you." She beams.

I raise a brow.

"It was either me or Linda. So I think you won there." She says under her breath.

"Linda knows I am here?" I shouldn't be shocked since I am going to have to face her sometime tonight.

"Of cause she does! Everyone knows you are here." Joni smiles at me, but I cannot help but think that smile is not meaningful.

"Now let's dress you. Harlan!" Joni ushers Harlan out.

"I will see you later Evelyn." Harlan waves goodbye.

"Here it is." Joni displays a candy red dress with a bateau neckline and tiered-ruffle from the hemline down to the ends of the dress. There is some strange pattern that looks more like a map leading you to some treasure chest.

"You...want me to wear...this tonight?" I feel the dress. It feels rough and has too much ruffle.

Joni frowns.

"Evelyn!" Meg enters the room. "I found the dress you asked for mom." Meg holds up a dress.

My eyes lock on that dress. It looks stunning. I place the red dress on the bed and I take the dress from Meg.

"This is beautiful." I admire the halter strap neckline and the beautiful crochet flower pattern on the side of the dress. The dress looks like it just goes above my knees if I wore the dress.

"I already bought one Meg honey." Joni assures Meg.

"Well...she has two options. Evelyn, which one?" Meg asks.

They both look at me. I have already made up my mind.

I smile.

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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hi!! i wanna put in a request for chris evans and a black plus size reader. basically the reader lost her dad when she was a young teen but shes still dealing with the grief and is having a bad day. and chris is there to comfort her.

I’m Still Standing - Chris Evans

Context: Chris reminds you that you’re still standing.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem!PlusSize!Black!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, in relation to character, but not character.

A/N: I don’t know if you’re relating to your own loss, but to anyone this applies to, I want to give my condolences and give you a warm hug. I lost my dad at 19, and I’m 21 now. So not in the same context in terms of time, however, I know what it’s like to lose a parent. Despite it being 2 years, I still struggle.

I want you to know you’re not alone. You’re always welcome to talk to me, just let me know. Therapy has been a great help, however, I know that therapy is an area people may not like to dabble in. Just know that there are people out there who love you and will listen to you. ♡︎

Masterlist ☽☾

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Everywhere you turned there was a memory of him. You could have sworn you seen him in your the grocery store, tempted to run up to him, only to be let down when his face was revealed not to be your father.

He was always in your dreams when you didn’t need him. Creeping up on you before big days at work or at school, his voice and body lingering in your mind throughout the day.

Sometimes you swore you could smell him.

Despite having lost your father at a younger age, it still ate you up like hell. The grieving process is such a long one, such a challenge. Just when you’ve thought you’ve out chased the lingering shadows, they swallow you whole again, and the downward spiral begins.

That was today. You had just gotten home from a day out, Dodger greeting you warmly with a wagging tail. You smiled at him briefly, giving him a firm rub and pat on the head once you dropped your bags. Swiftly, you made it towards your and Chris’s shared bedroom, opting for a shower. You set the scene, opting for some “mellow” music to company your mood, Your Song by Elton John playing in the background.

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple, but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind

That I put down in the words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

The sound of the shower covered your sobs as your braced yourself on the glass wall. Your warm body slid down the crystal, plopping down on the marble floor, the water hitting your shower cap sounding like raindrops.

“Daddy!”

“Hey Y/N/N! How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“Good! Look, daddy! I picked these flowers for you!”

“Baby girl, a fine lady like you shouldn't be giving me flowers, I’m supposed to give you flowers.”

“Why daddy?”

“Because that’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Well, I wanna be a gentile man!”

“Gentlemen baby. It's pronounced gen-tle-men.” He paused. “How about I strike a deal with you? If you pick me sunflowers, I’ll give you pretty red roses. Deal?”

“Deal”

“Daddy, I brought you some sunflowers.”

“Thank you little lady.”

“Daddy, I’m not THAT little anymore.”

“You may be a little bigger, but you’ll always be my little lady.”

“We gather here today to proceed with the passing of Mr. Y/F/N. He was a wonderful man, a family man, who left a huge impact on the people he surrounded himself with. May he be gone but never forgotten. Now, let us join hands in prayer.”

It had been thirty minutes that you had sat in the shower, thirty minutes of sobbing and song. Thirty minutes of thought.

And within that thirty minutes, Chris had returned home, Dodger greeting him at the door with a solemn look on his face.

He followed the dog, after slipping his shoes off, to the bathroom door, to which Dodger sat quietly in front of. The handsome pup looked to his father and the door, as if to say “she’s in here”, and trotted away.

Chris promptly knocked on the door twice, waiting for your response. However, you were too gone in thought to hear him.

Carefully, he stepped into the bathroom, eyeing your glum figure through the glass. He silently stripped himself of his clothes and joined you in the shower. Calmly sitting next to you, he brought his body close to yours, rubbing your back and massaging your shoulders. Once you recognized his presence, you fell into him, your sobs becoming harder.

It was as if the weight of the world came crashing down onto you, the outside becoming too loud, your emotions becoming too much. Everything was closing in around you, down to the glass shower you and Chris were in.

“Baby, baby, look at me please.” He pleaded, tilting your head to meet his, your glossy eyes staring into his crystal blue ones.

“Breathe with me, can you do that please?” He spoke, to which you nodded, following the rhythm of his soft breaths. You eventually lifted your head from his chest, him kissing the top of your head and squeezing the soft flesh of your body.

“Everything is fine now. I’m here.”

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The oversized T-shirt Chris gave you fell short of your knees, the fabric slightly clinging to your beautifully shaped body. Your hair was doused in your nightly products, and you smelled like vanilla and coconut oil. As you moved into the living room, you placed your silk bonnet on your head, moving it around for comfortability.

“There’s my pretty girl. I ordered us your favorite takeout. And, and! I know you usually don’t get hungry after these times, but I’d prefer if you eat something. Please.” Chris placed his surrendering hands on the countertop, looking at you with concerned eyes. You nodded your head, taking the perfect-sized plate Chris made you and moving to the living room, sitting on the floor cushions at the coffee table. He followed you, resting by you as he placed his arm around your waist, pulling you close to kiss the side of your head.

“I pulled up your favorite show, I figured we’d finish the rest of the season since it’s the weekend, and we both don't have plans. And-“

“I don’t know why it’s still so hard. Like, he died years ago, when I was a teen. I’m a whole ass adult now Chris, why does it hurt so much?” You spoke, tears quickly brimming your eyes. Chris turned his body to look at you, you following in suit.

“Grief is a long process my love, it’s not something that comes and goes. It’s something you may never get over, but with time, it’ll be less hard.”

“But why is it still hard?!” You slammed your fist down on the carpeted floor, Dodger jumping up from his spot and moving over to you, placing his head in your lap.

“Because that’s how it goes Y/N. I can’t explain it to you because I don’t know what that feels like to lose a parent, but what I can say is it it’s going to take a while. And no matter how long it takes, I will be there for you. This is something you have to do in your own time. There’s no limit, no expiration date. You may grieve until your last days, and that’s totally okay. The most important thing is that you don’t drown yourself in it. Let it out, let it be known. I’m here for you and I’m willing to help you through anything you need.” He took your face in his hands, kissing your lips softly to distract your racing mind, pulling you closer to him.

“But don’t forget how far you’ve come, baby. You get up and go every day, help people everyday, hell, you help me everyday. Anytime my anxiety levels are high or I just feel like plain poop, your there to swoop in like a hero and save the day.” He modeled his hand like an airplane to emphasize the “swoop.”

“And let's not forget how you put others before yourself, how you treat my nieces and nephews while their father is there. How you put your feelings aside for the better of others. You’ve come a long way baby. Don’t forget the journey you took. It may have been long, but you’re still standing.” He smiled at you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms.

“Thank you Chris. You’re right. I’m Still Standing.”

“That’a girl. Now! Let's dig in before this gets cold! And then, after we finish our show, maybe some ice cream and Disney movies?”

“Chris, you’re such a sucker.”

“Yeah, but I’m your sucker.” He pouted, to which you giggled and pulled him in for a kiss.

Yeah, you had your days. And that’s okay, everyone does. However, you had to remind yourself that you’re still standing.

“I’m Still Standing.”

A/N: I hope this is okay! I’m finishing this as I’m working through the tail end of COVID, so I apologize if this is not up to par. Also, “I’m Still Standing” is one of my favorite songs by Elton John, it reminds me every time of how far I’ve come since my father’s death, give it a listen. You might like it too.

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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What about chubbish and kind reader getting criticized for dating the world's sexiest man of 2022, she felt upset and cries. Chris felt angry at the people who doesn't know about his girlfriend

Sexist Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader)

A.N/WARNING: Screenshots are obvi fake, TW for fatphobia, slurs, people being mean ☹️ but happy ending, photos arent mine (mwah pinterest)

You smiled at the photo of you two, dressed up before a night out. Chris lips lovingly on your cheeks as you smiled happily. You thought you looked great in your new skin tight dress. Sure it showed a few insecurities but you hoped the black would hide it. Your makeup and hair was all done up and Chris couldn’t stop loving on you all night.

You chuckled at the sweet yet corny caption. He would never live it down - would he? You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Fighting your better instinct, you went through the comments, chewing your thumb nail as you eyes laid on the key words:

“Fat”

“Cow”

“She takes up the whole mirror.”

“It should be illegal for someone like her to wear a dress like that”

“Chris Evans is legally blind if he thinks she’s sexy”

You licked the taste of salty tears that had landed on your upper lip. You took a shaky breathe out as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming. You felt pathetic, crying about what a bunch of nobody’s had to say about your body. They were jealous, they didn’t know you, they were protective of their internet boyfriend - your mind ran through all the reasons for such vile comments but that still didn’t stop the feeling of sadness and inadequacy that ran through you.

That was until a wet little nose landed on your cheek, paw pushing the phone away from your face.

“Would you look at that you found mama- baby what’s wrong?” Chris came in, catching your tear stained cheeks and red, watery eyes.

“The um… instagram you posted you-“ You were hiccuping, anxiously patting Dodgers coat. Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, firmly focused on the Instagram comments that were now blurry.

“I didn’t post your nudes did I?!” His face full of concern that he had pulled another, much worse, social media blunder.

“No.” You left out a shaky faux laugh

“You left comments on and well some people aren’t very nice.”

“Show me right now.” His jaw went tight and his expression changed to pure disgust and anger.

You handed him the phone, digging your face into Dodgers coat, drying your tears.

Chris’s eyes scanned the comments, jaw tightening as he grounded his teeth.

“That’s it.” He throw the phone next him, making his way up in a frenzy.

“Chris it’s not a big deal I’m just emotional.”

“It is a fucking big deal.” He raised his voice now, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Chris wasn’t an angry person, rarely getting upset but when you were involved; people better run.

It perplexed him everyday how he thinks he landed the most beautiful woman in the world yet people want to pick apart something as stupid as your weight.

Chris wasn’t blind at all, he was engrossed and obsessed with every curve, every roll, every stretch mark, every sag. He loved them all.

He couldn’t get enough of grabbing your belly whenever he could, even in public. His hand without fail always travelled from your waist to your pudge, slowly stroking the skin or the fabric - it relaxed him.

Or at home when he’d forgo your ass and instead just grab a roll and jiggle it in his hands, fuck, in his mind it was a bonus to your ass, more skin he could fondle and touch and enjoy, more ways to get a whole body ripple out of you.

Or in the morning before you’d wake up when he’d slowly trace your stretch marks, adoring the way they looked like tiger stripes he felt like they were a natural piece of art on your body.

The way your thighs would wrap tightly around his head, a built in pillow for him to rest on while he traced your body with his hands, following the natural trail created by your curves.

How every hug felt soft and warm as you pressed your plump body up against him, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t grab every single part of you all at once and just squeeze but a hug was the closest thing.

He didn’t think pure beauty existed until he saw you for the first time, he remembers the way he jaw fell agape slightly and his eyes widened desperate to touch you, desperate to have you in his bed every night.

You were his now and he wasn’t going to let some bullshit comments take that away from him.

To take the spark and light out of you, to push you down to a place where you felt you were anything but incredible.

You body wasn’t just a wonderland but the home for the soul in which he adored, his kind, intelligent, resilient, witty, outspoken, well read and highly cultured, drop dead gorgeous woman.

The purity of you being so authentically yourself was sacred to him and he was fiercely protective of you for that.

He dreaded the day the comments got too much and he cringed at the thought of you changing any part of the woman he met for some fucking comments. It wouldn’t happen. Not on his watch.

“You can’t just- you can’t fucking say those things about someone! I mean we go back 200 fucking years and there’s your body in fucking oil paintings around castles and here we are now where your accomplishments, your personality, your kindness, your fucking beauty is just completely shitted on.”

“I dealt with it way before I started dating you.”

“Well it ends now.” He said crouching down in front of you as you sat curled into a ball on the couch.

His eyes had softened and he was desperate for you to meet his. Wanting to assure you with everything he had that this meant nothing to him.

“Baby you know I don’t agree with those comments right. Fuck, you remember how much I couldn’t keep my hands off you that night.”

“And every night before.” You snorted

He gave you a soft smile, happy you were back to making jokes “Exactly.”

“It’s my fault I should of turned comments off but we shouldn’t have to do that. I’m going to write something and that should be the end of it.”

“We shouldn’t react that’s what they want.” You said wearily.

“In no world is that going to be said about you and I just sit back and let it happen. Absolutely not. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

You sunk into the steaming water as the smell of lavender and rose filled your nose and muscles you didn’t realise you were tensing finally relaxed. Repeating mantras of self assurance in your head with the distant sound of Chris scurrying around the bedroom and his muffled voice on the phone.

Getting out and into your robe after an hour you made your way into the bedroom, finding an exhausted Chris waiting for you on the bed.

“Come here I wanna show you something.” He tapped the spot next to him, inviting you to snuggle against his chest as he got out his phone.

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you got comfortable.

“Read.” He said sternly, putting his phone into your hand.

You brushed the tears forming in your eyes from happiness. Two things you could always count on with Chris is his ability to make you the happiest person alive and his passion. Combine them and you’re a babbling mess of gratitude and love. Pulling his head down towards you, peppering kisses all over his face and whispering thank you against his lips.

“Don’t thank me come on now.”

“It was very well said.”

“Yeah well we won’t need this for awhile.” He grabbed his phone from you, throwing it down the bed as he fell off the edge, landing with a small thump.

“Come here sexy, I wanna love on my girl.” You giggled as his beard brushed against your neck as he left wet soppy kisses down your body, untieing your robe to get your unfiltered body in all its glory.

Chris’s comments created a storm of support, bringing up a conversation of why a woman’s body is ever a topic of concern and the high expectations of male celebrity partners to look a certain way.

And months down the line he still stood by them. Stating in an interview:

“I don’t think I have ever been more furious than when I read those comments. You know you have this beautiful, intelligent partner and you’re both in this happy little bubble of love and admiration and then these strangers, randoms on the internet just start attacking them for all the things you love about them. It’s like a kick in the gut. I felt so guilty like it was my fault because she didn’t ask to be famous or anything and it’s not easy to give that privacy and anonymity up to follow your heart but she did it anyways and all she was met with was horrible comments. Man, I was so scared that was going to be it for her and I’d never see her again. It just felt like people don’t realise that’s a real person, we are real people and if you wouldn’t say that to someone’s face then why comment it where they can see? She didn’t deserve that at all and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it never happened again. She means the world to me, I’d do anything to protect her. I’m just lucky I get to wake up to her everyday and she’s this strong, resilient person who can’t be knocked down easily.”

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tonysbed · 2 years

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That’s..Impossible!

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary:2 lines…Is that all I need to say?

Warnings:Teen pregnancy,Angst,Mention of Abortion,Fainting,Morgan being the best sister

A/n:Longest thing I’ve ever written my god😀Anyway.Is anyone also in Christmas mood..In summer?I’m reading a lot of Cevans Christmas fics rn here on Tumblr and I want CHISTMASSS👹😀

You stared at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. It was the last thing you needed.Peter and you have been together for a total of almost 3 years.

Tony was not the biggest fan but what should he have done.Pepper calmed him down and so he agreed.But under one condition.

No babies until you turn 21.

And that’s obviously fucked up now.You leaned your head against the bathroom wall and sank down.Your dad and Peter were on a mission.Who should you ask for advice?Steve?Nah he would tell Tony immediately..

Natasha?She was cooking downstairs.

Bucky?Better not.He would tell Sam and Sam would tell the whole world.

Then you knew and got up again.You slid the test in your pocket and made your way out of your room.

You stood now in front of his room.You knocked twice.

“Second!!”He yelled back and a few moments later,Thor opened his door”Oh hey little Stark.How can I help you?”You were hesitant”Come in.Come in”He waved his hand and stepped aside.You sat down on his bed.

“Soooo..Do I have to kick your Father’s ass?Or perhaps Spideys?”You shook your head”What can I help you when then?”You took the test out of your pocket”Oiii!A little Stark or Spidey-“He immediately shut up when he saw the look on your face”Normally people are excited about this..”

A tear rolled down your cheek.Thor sat against is headboard and patted his chest.You laid your head on his chest”So..What do you wanna do now?”He asked”I don’t know..Maybe I should talk to Mom first..But I also need to tell Peter..”Thor thought for a moment.

“How about..I have an Idea that won’t give away your secret!But now let’s head to dinner,I’m starving”You laughed”Me too”

The whole team gathered at the dining table and ate.Thor knew it was now or never”So guys!I have a question!”Everyone looked at him”Uhm..So I wondered..Uhm..What do you guys think about..Kids..No!Babys”Tony raised an Eyebrow and looked at Jane.

“Don’t tell me you got her pregnant”Natasha bursted out laughing at Tony’s question”No-I.-“,”We maybe wanna plan for the future you know..So..We wanna have your opinion”Jade saved him”I think babies are a great thing”Bruce said.

“Not in my tower”Tony said”But..If they are being taken good care of?”Jade said,knowing it was you who is pregnant,taking it from the looks you and Thor gave each other in the past few minutes.

“No Foster-“,”Then it probably won’t be a problem.”Steve interrupted him,sensing something was off. “Steve’s right.We are all here so..I don’t see the problem”Wanda said,taking a bite from her food.

Tony rolled his eyes”No babies in this tower.And you two.No bingi boo”He pointed at Jane and Thor.His chooses words for sex made you laugh”My god Tony.Sex.The word is S.E.X”Natasha spelled it for him.

“I know Romanoff.But I already have enough to deal with these two so,No.Babies.Got it?”He glared at Thor.

”No i didn’t.Please i’m Asgardian”He leaned forward and had his hand behind his ear.You chuckled.Tony looked over at you and then back at Thor. “Alright.Something is very odd”

Wanda choked on her juice”That confirms it”He pointed at Wanda and looked at you.You looked at him”What does that have to do with ME?”Peter now looked in your direction.Tony was right,there was something odd going on.

Tony turned to Peter who was now staring at the table”Kid?”

There it was.A heartbeat.An addition one that was there.It came from you.The realisation hit him like a trunk”Oh fucking hell!”He said and looked at Wanda who just chuckled”What’s wrong?”Tony laid his hand on Peters shoulder.

“Uh-Uh n-nothing Mr.Stark”Peter’s hands began to sweat”Peter.”Tony said in a stern voice”The kid said it’s nothing so leave him be.Gosh Tony it’s to late for this crap”Steve said and rolled his eyes at Tony. “Fine.Fine”

After dinner you and Tony had to do the dishes.As you were rinsing the foam off the last plate you felt his stare on your head”Dad.What is it?”You asked without looking at him”Something is wrong.You know you can tell me anything,right?”You dried the plate,put it away and looked at him”I don’t think so”

With that you left and rushed to your room.God damn it.You closed the door behind you and leaned your forehead against it.

“When we’re you gonna tell me?”The familiar voice made you jump”Gosh Peter.Are you crazy?”You turned around and looked at him”Maybe..Anyway.Do i get an answer to my question or..?”You sighed.

“I just found out today.I went to Thor cause you weren’t there.I needed someone to talk..’m sorry”A tear escaped your eyes”Hey..No.no..no”He pulled you into a right hug”It’s okay..We..We’re gonna get trough this okay?I support you in whatever you decide.If you wanna keep it or not,I’m here for you regardless”

You smiled in the crotch of his neck”Thank you..”You whispered with a sniff.He pulled away and wiped your tears away”It’s okay.You wanna tell Mr-“,”No.Not yet.First my mom.Otherwise i’m not going to survive this”He nodded”Friday?Where’s my mom?”

“Mrs.Stark is in your sisters room”,”Thanks”You and Peter looked at each other and went to the Elevator. Gosh..You hoped she wouldn’t kill you for it.The Elevator opened again and you two walked out.

Morgan and Pepper were playing with her dolls when you watched them.Peter smiled.Morgan was the first one to spot you”Y/n!Peter!”She jumped up and hugged first you,then Peter.Pepper smiled at you.

“Mom..I-We-No..”Peter laid a hand on your shoulder. “Deep breath.”You nodded.She now sat up straight,looking at you.Morgan sat down next to her and did the same”I kind of..messed up..?”Pepper raised an Eyebrow.

“What did you set on fire?”She said,slightly smiling. “Maybe Dad soon”You said.She was now confused. “What?Honey,What is wrong?”She stood up.Your breath hitched in your throat”I’m..”Pepper kind of knew what you were about to say but didn’t wanted to believe it in the first moment.

“Pregnant”Peter ended your sentence.You shut your eyes.The room went silent.The only noise came from Morgan who was playing with her dolls again.Pepper didn’t say anything,she just took you into her arms”m sorry Mom”She stroke your hair and looked at Peter who stood awkwardly in the room.

She mouthed”It’s okay”To him and he immediately relaxed”Does Tony know?”You shook your head”What does daddy know?”Morgan asked.Pepper crouched down to her after pulling away from you”That he’s gonna be a grandparent and you an Aunt.”Her eyes widened”Y/n get’s a baby?”She understood a lot for her age”Yep..”Peter said,slightly swinging his body from the left to the right.

Morgan hugged you again”Thanks.Now I’m not the youngest anymore”She said smiling”Morg.You don’t even know if she wants to keep it”Pepper said,looking at you.You looked back at Peter”Like I said.I won’t decide anything in this.You have it in you,not me”He said,raising his hands.

You looked back at Pepper”I’ll..keep it”She smiled. “Then we still have to tell Tony”,”Tell me what?”Tony’s voice echoed through the room”uhm”You gulped and looked at Pepper for help”We were planning a party.For..an…”Pepper struggled”Announcement”Peter saved her”Yes.I didn’t catch the word”She said.

“Ah.Alright.When?”He leaned against the frame “Tomorrow night?”He nodded”I’ll arrange everything”

”Only the team”Pepper said.Tony nodded”Alright.I’ll inform the team.”

Tony walked out of the room and into the Elevator.He stopped at the living room stage and walked in. “Attention everyone!We are having a party tomorrow night..Or more an Announcement?I don’t know.Pepper told me that.So everyone be there at 8 pm.Only the team.”

-Skip to 7 pm next day-

You sat on your bed,looking at the rest in your hands.This was crazy.You also had an Ultrasound with Bruce an hour ago.Peter couldn’t hold back tears,which was adorable.Bruce promised to keep shut and told you,you are 10 weeks pregnant.

Peter got an Ultrasound picture,Pepper,Morgan also wanted one and one for Tony.There was a knock on your door”Yeah?”Wanda and Natasha came in. “Hey..Are you okay?”You nodded”So..?”Wanda asked.

“Peter knows..He is happy.Mom and Morgan are Happy..Now it’s just..”,”Tony”Nat said”He’ll be fine.We are all here.”Wanda took you in her arms”So.What do you wanna wear?”You shrugged”Casual?Not to much”

Wanda looked for something in your closet and showed it to you”How about this?”You nodded”That’s okay”

It was no question that you were nervous but..How long should you keep it a secret?Bruce is not a good secret keeper,nor is Peter or Morgan.

It was time.No running away now.The Party was more little but the team didn’t care.Clint and Bucky were talking at the bar,Steve was talking to Sam,Tony to Thor,probably giving him a lecture about the kids thing,Jane and Wanda were talking,Pepper was talking to Peter,Bruce sat on the couch,talking to Vision and Nat walked in with you.

All the attention was drawn to you”Y/n!”Peter said and walked over to you,giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.Tony rolled his eyes”So..?What is this announcement thing?”Bucky asked,taking a sip from his Whiskey”I would recommend we all sit down”Pepper said.

Now only you,Peter and Pepper still stood”Kiddos.Sit down.Pepper wants to tell us something.”Clint said.Pepper chuckled”Not really.”She sat down next to Tony.You panicked but remembered Peters words.

You took a deep breath”The whole Thor-Baby thing was because of me-Us-I don’t know.I’m pregnant and I’m keeping it”You talked so fast everyone needed a second to process.Tony stood up but fell down again.

“Dad!”Everyone gathered around him”Dad?Is everything okay?Can you hear me?!Dad?”He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.First at pepper,than at you and then at the rest.Pepper helped him sitting up.Peter already had you leaning against him.

Tony looked at you two,not sure what to say”The whole thing does make sense now.But-“

“Tony”Pepper said in a slightly warning tone.Tony looked at her”Let me talk out Pep”She sighed”I..Well.I know you two even tho I hate the idea of..”He pointed between you two”You know having sex”Pepper slapped his arm”What?!”,”It’s not about that my lord.Tony”Steve and Pepper helped tony up to his feet.

“I’m not mad”Tony said”Just..Kind of surprised by this”He said”Well then we are three”Peter said awkwardly laughing.Tony stepped forward to you and hugged you”That’s why peter swore at the breakfast.He sensed the heartbeat”Steve put 1&1 together.

Peter laughed”Yeah Kinda.”

Everyone congratulated you and Peter.

Steve and Wanda were right.The baby was in good hands.After 3 painful hours of birth,7 months later,you welcomed a baby girl into the world.Rose May Stark.You insisted on May because Rose had your last name.

Tony was full of love for the little girl.He was actually the one who babysit her when you and Peter needed a little time out or if you were busy.He loved his granddaughter and also got help by Morgan.

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I really don’t like the ending but I didn’t knew what else to write:/Probably later when it’s to late,I get an amazing Idea for the ending.I bet😀Anyway.Enjoy this angst/fluff Peter parker Imagine:))

#peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker #tom!peter x reader #tom!peter parker #tom!spiderman #peter parker pregnancy imagine #tonystark x daughter #tony stark fluff #morgan stark #avengers #peterparker imagine

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evansbby · 9 months

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You don’t even understand how jelly I am I heard about the fic sunshine like a few months ago in like the comment section of some fic by sweetly scared and I never got the chance to read it and it makes me want to scream😭😭 but a few months ago I came upon a new fic of hers on her acc on ao3 and the reason she took it down was bc she wants to move away from dark content (and I totally respect that) but a person in the comments was talking about how much that story meant to them and I’m literally screaming and crying I would give my kidney to be able to read it.

Bestie I can’t even comfort you bc if I were you I’d be so sad too bc that fic changed my life fr like I feel so lucky that I got to read it and then reread it again! And then I remember searching for it for months to reread once more but alas 🥲

And listen I am the BIGGEST fan of sweetlyscared but she left before I even made this blog and before I was properly in the cevans fandom. Now I have mutuals who used to be mutuals with her and like… I never even got to speak to her to tell her what a huge fan I am of her 💔💔💔

but I hope she’s doing really well and honestly I totally respect her decision to move away from dark fics and although I loved Sunshine with all my heart, that’s her decision to take it down and I came to terms with that ages ago but I’m still sweetlyscared’s biggest fan! She doesn’t know I exist but I’m her biggest fan! 😂😂😭😭

#anon

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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This will probably be a hard task and I’d fully understand if u can’t go through with it because they are all so damn fine 😩🤚

- But I’m curious to know which cevans characters u like from most to least? And maybe ur reasons to ur ranking. I love hearing peoples different opinions. Share horny thots too if u want! 💁🏾‍♀️

Love ur work by the way!! 💕

Thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my work!! ♥️🥰 And gosh, yes this is indeed a hard one, but not too hard, - the only problem is the list always changes for me depending on what character I’m feeling more emotionally connected to at the moment. 😂

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI - THIS IS MY OPINION

I’ll keep it simple (not really, I’m going in-depth):

1. Ransom Drysdale

He will always be first. Each time I rewatch ‘Knives Out’, my attachment to him reignites. His style, his persuasive, demanding and manipulative demeanor is so fucking hot and what’s hinted to him having a shitty childhood (because he’s parents are shitty) is fan fic fuel for me to reshape him as a character without leaving far away from the actual source material. He’s an egotistical and arrogant bastard and my toxic trait thinks I could fix him. 😭

I want him over me and do whatever the hell he wants to me. I bet I would cry because he’s a little intimidating but I honestly don’t care. I’ll let myself be distracted of his beautiful face.

2. Jake Jensen

I want to give my first, marry and give a child to someone like Jake, - correction I want to give it all to Jake himself. A man who cares about the ones closest to him and is awkwardly humorous to the point where you can’t help but melt how absolutely adorable he is. He would know how to brighten your day even if it’s your worst, and he’s just so open, I know living a life with him wouldn’t be boring. He would be such a good father and husband (we’ve already seen how supportive of an uncle he is), and he seems so gentle, it gives me comfort.

His shy and awkward demeanor tells me he’s a bit of a sub, and while I’m 100% a sub as well, I would exclusively think of switching if my man’s exactly like Jake, - sweet, humorous and not threatening in the slightest. I want to ride Jake so bad it’s actually a constant thot in my mind.

3. Johnny Storm

This is a hard one because Johnny and Steve always switch places but I’ve been in a good Johnny mood these past weeks so I’ll put him above Steve for now.

What makes Johnny great is he does not have a completed character arc, which opens a whole new world of imaginations and creativity. It’s so obvious they were going to set him up with a woman for the third installment but that never came, which to me is great! Again it’s my toxic trait of thinking I could change men to be a better person because I’m just that ✨ special ✨.

Also while I have a thing for older and mature men, something about being with a bold immature manchild and manwhore is so hot to me. Like yes sir, let me be that special woman in your life from your hundreds of previous partners. 💅

4. Steve Rogers

I love Steve and adore him sm… - up until the very end of which his finale character arc is questionable and so unappealing to me personally it actually makes me a lil mad. 😭😭 I could talk all day of how his ending ruined his character arc AND Peggy Carter’s (yes I like her, go watch Agent Carter it’s so good and I think you’ll like her too if you watch it - otherwise please don’t judge me) but I won’t, so I keep it simple of pretending it never happened.

His whole story of being from the past is such a cool concept to me. I want to teach Steve all about the modern world of what he doesn’t learn through his line of work, and I love how much of a gentleman he is from the 40s etiquette. He’s husband material for sure.

ALSO LET ME NOT FORGET TO MENTION HE AWOKE MY SIZE KINK! All those smutty fics of him being so huge, and fucking the reader with an abnormally large dick makes me so horny, I can’t —

5. Andy Barber

Andy hasn’t been occupying my thots as much lately but I love his character and I stand be the fact he’s the ‘dommest of them daddies’. This man of law would have been kinkier if his wife was too.

Like I want him to spit in my mouth and tell me I’ve been a bad girl while he fucks me from behind and calls me his dumb whore. I know deep down he’s into that, Laurie’s just holding him back.

6. Ari Levinson

Ari is hot and sexy, - all the good stuff. BUT it’s so hard to get fueled by him because he’s in one movie where he is one of many characters and we don’t get to know him that well. 😭😭 We really be having no choice other than going off what we think would be canon for his character but it’s ultimately not, which is kind of a bummer. I’m only attached to Ari in fan fics, not so much from the movie - which is fine but my main point still stands, we should have gotten more interactions from him.

But yeah, he can get it anytime from me. 😏

Please, either reblog / comment with your ranking! I’m curious too to know what other people think! <3

#anon <3 #thots 💭#cevans characters #johnny storm #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #ari levinson #andy barber

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uncouth-the-fifth · 2 years

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I just would like you to know that you’re rewrite so far is probably the best spn fic I’ve ever read, and I can’t wait to read more! :) especially a desperate sam!girl lol (the lack of Sam fics is actually heartbreaking)

you've made my dayyyy omg 😭 thank you! i think if I could give all new samgirls and gays a warning it would be that you CAN'T find sam shit w/o digging through miles of dean or destiel stuff first. all due respect to those two things, but man, does it make the sam well look dry. i remember when i was hunting around for rewrites i couldn't find even one for sam, so i couldn't just leave him out in the cold with pythia!! he deserves sm more imo, but i suppose it takes real intellectuals to recognize the finer things in life 💛

here is one of my fav moments from the next part of pythia, just for my samlovers. enjoy 🔮

When you could breathe around the leeching remains of your vision, you circled back: you were in the bathtub. Sam had put you in the bathtub. The water was lukewarm, because you’d fainted with a pot of boiling water in your hand and the burns needed to be cooled. It’d soaked through your sweater, skirt, and into your tank top. That left you in your bra and underwear, sobbing, searing your nails into Sam’s shirt, with your upper half glued to him over the bathtub’s edge.

“____,” he murmured. The familiar sound purred into your ear from the barrel of his chest, solid and grounding, a singer’s starting note. You wormed closer. The edge of the tub dug into your ribs, but Sam understood and squeezed you closer too. “Sh, sh, sh—you’re okay. Just a few more minutes and you can get out. We’ve got to cool those burns. You remember where you are?”

You shook your head. Tears squeezed down your face.

“That’s alright,” Sam said. One of his heavy, balming hands coasted through your hair, and even if you were sobbing, in your underwear, in a bathtub, and dogged by a vision, it was everything you wanted because of him. Your entire body sunk into his embrace. Sam was everywhere, his cheek on your head and his arms circled around you as far as they could manage. His warm breath fanned against your ear. Just his knuckles brushed the skin there, dragging down your face in a daze. It was so warm and uncomplicated that black psychic energy drained out of your pores just being there.

Sam swallowed. He hadn’t mastered his voice like his brother had. “You and me are in our motel room in Pennsylvania. Dean is just outside the bathroom, cleaning up and getting you a fresh set of clothes. You fainted helping with dinner—”

His name slipped out of your mouth in a sob. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t want to make a mess and I don’t want t’ faint anymore n’... god, it was bad. I’m sorry, Sam. I hate the visions, I hate em’, I hate em’ so much…”

“I know,” he said, thickly. Sam’s knees thunked against the tub’s side, then his elbows, the wet tile squeaking under him. A long shuddering breath wrestled through his nose. “I know you do. But, one little spill doesn’t matter. You don’t have anything to be sorry about, okay? Not with me… Does, does anything help? With your visions?”

You reached up and grabbed the back of Sam’s collar.

“...Okay,” he laughed, humorlessly. The vicious chord of tension in his shoulders softened by an inch. “We can stay here for a bit longer, then.”

tags: @cookiemumster1 @lacilou @cevans-winchester @leigh70 @seraphimluxe @emily-roberts @emme-loou

#i'm kidding don't worry #but also samnation you will never die #sam winchester #uncouthspn #spn #supernatural #anon ask #uncouth babbles #pythia #uncouth wips

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berberriescorner · 1 year

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Late night flights OR want it need it snippet neowwwww please ! 💅🏽🫶🏽🙈💗

Oooh! Good choice💓!

**not edited, please excuse any mistakes.

"Late Night Flights" - Chris Evans x Black!Reader.

Snippet:

“Chris, no! What the fuck? I was so close, baby! Why did you pull out? I need a release, please.”

“No.”

“No? What do you mean, no? This isn’t funny, Chris. Your flight literally leaves in the next forty-five minutes.”

He’s already pulled up his pants and boxers. Zipped them closed and buckled his belt.

“I said no.”

“If you think for one second you’re about to leave the state and leave me in this condition. You are out of your rabid-ass mind!”

He stormed over to you, wrapping his hand around your throat.

“What the fuck did I just tell you? Most importantly, who do you think you’re talking to?”

Hope you enjoyed it! Had to make it light, didn’t want to give to much away 😆. Feedback appreciated lovelies🥰.

#berberriescorner #late night flights fic #asks #asks open #wip game #snippet #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans #zaddy cevans #daddy chris evans

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saucy-sassy-sparkly · 2 years

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Moments: One

Note: It's here (and about an hour later than I expected to get it up... my toddler did NOT want to go to bed)!

I'm so excited for this little story; it'll likely be 6 parts total, but I have 4 drafted now. I have a general timeline, some of the pictures I use won't be accurate, I'll get things wrong, and I'll omit things that should've been part of the narrative. I hope you can just embrace some fiction and enjoy it with me.

Reader is female, but I've tried to keep her description as vague and I'm trying to be sure to use a variety of types of women in the picture inserts.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Female Reader

Word Count: ~5.5k

Please leave me some feedback, I'd love your thoughts! Happy Thursday!

Moment's Masterlist

One 1997: Killington Ski Resort

They say that you encounter your soulmate three times before you meet them. It may be a short conversation while waiting for a sandwich at a deli down the street. Or perhaps it is as children, playing in a hotel pool on a “once-in-a-lifetime vacation”. It may be a blind date gone horribly wrong, only to have the evening salvaged by a stranger at a bar.

In other instances, the encounters involve no contact: passing strangers on a sidewalk, concert goers in the same row, children at the same playground, and passengers on a train platform.

For some people, those moments are spaced a lifetime apart. For others, mere hours. And for some lonely folks, the introduction never happens; they’re never introduced, they never take the risk, or their circumstances don’t allow for the universe to do its job and put these two souls together.

Those three moments, be they brief moments or a whole evening, can link a couple together forever.

When the sun was up, it had been a balmy 29 degrees today, but now that the sun was quickly dipping below the mountain, the wind picked up and the temperatures were dropping. Chris pulled his goggles off his head and waited for Scott to get to the bottom of the trail. It was Scott’s first outing on a snowboard and it was taking all of Chris’s energy to be a good, supportive coach. In reality, Chris wanted to take off and leave him behind; he could’ve done at least twice as many runs if he hadn’t been waiting on Scott all day.

He saw his dad outside the lodge waving him over and got to him just as Scott appeared over the last ridge. “You guys want to do one more?”

Chris nodded, “I do, I’m not sure what Scott’ll want, but can I go one more time?”

“Sure, we’re going to head back on the shuttle. I expect you both back at the condo in the next 45 minutes.”

Chris agreed and watched his dad and sisters shuffle towards the shuttle that would take them back to the condos. He turned and saw Scott scooting towards him and couldn’t help but laugh. “One more run?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve finally got it.”

Rolling his eyes, he dragged Scott to the lift line. With the sun almost entirely gone now, the line was much shorter than it had been all day. It was the Saturday of President’s Day weekend; an annual tradition for the Evans crew to hit the slopes for the weekend, but they always knew going into it that it would be a crowded weekend with long lines. It didn’t matter though, Chris just loved being outside. At 16, he was also invincible and full of energy. He’d stay out here all day if his parents would let him.

In line, he mostly ignored Scott babbling about what dinner might be waiting for them at the condo; he was too focused on trying to see the girl in front of them. She was around his age, with long hair poking out from under her helmet. Her pink ski jacket and black snow pants left more than a lot to his imagination but with his “sexually active” card newly stamped, girls were just about all he could think about. Her laugh had caught his attention when they got into line; she was giggling at a joke the older man with her had made and since then, Chris hadn’t torn his eyes away from her. He watched the way she threw her head back to laugh loudly, he watched the way she was constantly moving, checking out her surroundings, pointing things out to the man with her; she talked with her hands and Chris found himself straining to try to hear her conversation.

“Chris?” Scott shoved him, making him slide a few feet forward and bump into the man in front of him.

“Sorry,” Chris muttered when both he and the girl turned around. The girl smiled shyly while the man eyed the boys; Chris shot a glare at Scott.

Scott mumbled his own apology and they both turned back around just as Chris punched Scott in the arm, “asshole.”

“I said I was sorry!” Scott yelped, rubbing his arm, “You weren’t paying attention to me, you were just staring at her!”

“SCOTT!” Chris groaned through gritted teeth, glancing to see if she’d heard.

She had. Damn it. She was glancing over her shoulder at the brothers, hiding a smile and blushing in the most adorable way Chris had ever seen. He gave her an embarrassed wave while he felt himself turning red. The second she turned back around, he punched Scott again.

“Ow,” Scott whined, rubbing his arm again. Chris ignored him and returned his mission to staring at the back of her head and hoping that his powers of telekinesis were finally working and he could get her to look at him again.

Up until that moment, when she found out the cute boy behind her was staring at her, all Y/N could think about was how annoyed she was that her cousins and parents had bailed on her and left her with Uncle Chuck. Not that he was bad, he was actually super fun and she had to admit, she was having a good time joking with him. Y/N was the youngest of the cousins but the best skier. She was also the most empathetic. Chuck’s wife had asked for a separation just days before the annual Y/L/N ski trip so he was here with his two teenagers who just wanted to try to steal from the mini bar and try to get drunk without the adults noticing. Chuck was taking his angst out on the slopes and for a while, Y/N hadn’t minded. But now that everyone else was back in the lodge, showered, and probably eating, she couldn’t help but pout.

But here she was, in line at the lift, listening to the boys behind her bicker and trying to keep things light for her uncle. They’d been joking about her dad, Chuck’s brother, for a while– he was an easy target with his bad dad jokes and weird obsession with restaurants that offered more than one style of BBQ sauce. When one of the boys had jostled Chuck, he whipped his head around looking more intimidating than he was. At 6’5”, her uncle’s lumberjack appearance was all show. He was just a teddy bear, but these boys didn’t know that. She was sure he looked terrifying.

Chuck had shot them both a glare and turned back to the front of the line while she kept glancing over her shoulder. The boys were both cute, probably somewhere around her age, maybe a little older. The taller one– the one who’d bumped into Chuck– had been blatantly staring at her during this interaction. She knew she was blushing, but she didn’t care. She liked his attention.

She was still getting used to attention like this. In middle school, she’d been in the smart classes but was always afraid to raise her hand in class. She liked getting lost in a book as much as she liked getting outside and moving. Her body was in constant motion, even when she was reading she was tapping her foot, fidgeting with her hair, or twisting her ring around her finger over and over again. She had her small group of friends who stayed to themselves and had the same Friday every week: Blockbuster, ice cream, and sleepovers.

But now that she was in high school, Y/N was a good little basketball player– good enough to have schools already interested in her as a freshman– and somewhere between the first day of high school and now, she’d noticed boys… and sometimes girls… staring at her. Groups of people she hardly knew came to her basketball games and waited to talk to her after. She was the only freshman on the varsity team and was already a starter; the older girls on the team had taken to her fairly quickly and adopted her into their groups of friends. She wasn’t sure what to do with the attention, but she knew she liked getting it from this cute boy behind her.

Y/N and Chuck boarded the lift, the brothers behind them still squabbling as she and Chuck left the platform. Y/N pulled her gaiter up around her nose and ears to protect her from the rush of cold air on the lift. They rode in silence, both of them lost in thought and at the top of the mountain, they disembarked and headed towards The Jug– both of their favorite trails.

Uncle Chuck slowed, clicking his boot out, “You go ahead, I’ll meet you in the lodge. My sock is all bunched up.”

Y/N nodded and took off, enjoying a moment to herself. She’d been with her brothers, her cousins, or her uncle all day. Everyone wanted to parallel ski or talk on the lift. It was kind of nice to have a minute alone to enjoy the sunset over the mountain. She was in no particular rush, staying off to the side and thinking that Uncle Chuck might catch up to her.

Not far behind her, Chris and Scott were disembarking the lift, headed in the same direction.

“I’ve got this,” Scott assured Chris, “I can do The Jug.”

“Scott, it's a black trail, are you sure? You’re still new.”

Scott was emphatic, “absolutely, I’ve definitely got the hang of it now. This is our last one tonight; tomorrow will be too crowded again. Let’s go!”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m positive!” Scott whooshed by Chris to the top of the path and around a turn. Chris trailed him, keeping a close eye on him. He watched as Scott took the start of the trail smoothly, crisply moving around a group. He was about 100 yards ahead of Chris and the mountain was getting steep quickly.

“Slow down, Scott!” Chris called, leaning in to pick up speed to be ready to help, “Scott!”

“I’m fine,” Scott yelled over his shoulder, half turning to find Chris. It was in that half turn that he started to wobble. He found his balance fairly quickly but was also picking up speed.

“Scott!” Chris yelled again, moving between people. Scott was starting to flail and struggle to regain control. Chris could see Scott pointed towards the edge of the trail and the woods; he knew that he’d told his brother to drop on his ass if he was out of control, but Scott wasn’t dropping. Chris also couldn’t see the pink ski jacket he’d been staring at was directly in Scott’s path.

“LOOK OUT!” He heard his brother yell; Scott was now leaning backward, trying to fall on his butt but clearly nervous about the impact. It was then that Chris could see her. Panic coursed through him. This was going to be his fault. He’d taught Scott to snowboard, he’d let him go on this difficult slope, he’d gotten lazy and tired of being in charge of Scott so he’d let him go ahead, and now he was going to be the reason she got hurt. Chris started yelling too as he willed himself to pick up more speed.

Her head turned too late; a snowboarder was plowing down the mountain right towards her. Her brain didn’t work fast enough; he was flailing and yelling, trying to slow himself down the steep incline. He dropped to his butt just feet in front of her, “Ohmygodohmygodohmyoooodddddd,” he yelled when he collided with her. He took her out by the ankles, she felt pain slice up her leg as she landed directly on top of him; they slid a few more feet, thankfully going slower due to all of the things they were dragging through the snow, and his snowboard took the impact of a tree at the edge of the trail. They bounced slightly, both of them jostled and tangled.

“Oh fuck, oh my god, oh shit, are you okay? I’m so sorry. Oh god,” it was one of the brothers from the lift line; he kept pushing at her, trying to get them untangled. He kept repeating, “I’m so sorry, I’ve never snowboarded before.” If it wasn’t so painful, it would’ve been funny: they were a pile of neon fleece and polyester unable to fully move their limbs because of the thickness of their snow clothes. Every time one of them moved, it shoved the other, so every time one of them successfully untangled one part of their clump, another thing got stuck together.

“Hold on,” she muttered to him, unable to get up to unclip her boots and therefore unable to get to her feet, “I can’t reach my boots.”

“Here, let me see if I can,” he said, trying to reach around her; she yelped and he immediately stopped. “Oh god, are you hurt?”

Before Y/N could answer she heard, “Scott, you idiot,” the other brother called as he came to a stop beside them. He immediately reached down and unclipped her boots from her skis before offering her a hand, “are you okay?” he asked as he pulled her to her feet and held her shoulders as she tried to regain her balance. She was about to nod when she finally got her feet under her and pain shot through her ankle as it gave out. “Shit,” he said, grabbing her by the waist and holding her. “What’s wrong?”

“It's my ankle. I’m sure it’s fine,” she waved him off before she tried to pull away from him to stand on her own. She winced again and slumped again, his arm quickly tightening around her.

“Way to go, Scott,” he snapped at his brother, who was still now on his knees and trying to stand. “Take her skis,” he said to his brother before turning to her, “I’ll get you down the mountain.”

“What?” Y/N asked and shook her head, “no, I’m fine, I can get down.”

He paused and dropped his head so he could make eye contact with her, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she replied, watching his blue eyes as a smile crept on his face.

“Well, Y/N, I’m Chris. The asshole who tried to kill you is my brother Scott. I’d really like it if you let me take you to the bottom of the mountain and get you checked out with the medics.”

“Seriously, I’m fine, I can just walk down or something,” she waved him off again and started to pull away from him, “thank you though.”

Scott piped up, now standing again next to her and holding her skis and poles, “please? I don’t want you to get more injured. Who are you here with? I can go get them and bring them to you. Or I can get a ski patrol.”

“Or,” Chris offered, “I can put you on my board and have you at the bottom of the mountain safely in no time. I promise you won’t get hurt with me. Do you trust me?” He held out his hand.

Y/N giggled, “Did you just quote Aladdin?”

Even in the fading light, she could see his blush, “maybe.”

“Fine.”

“Really? That worked?” She couldn't help noticing how genuinely surprised he seemed.

“Get me to the bottom safely, please,” Y/N gingerly stepped her good foot onto his snowboard and let him take her weight against him as he pulled her the rest of the way. It took them a minute to get into a comfortable position with her back against him; she was so much shorter he could see over her head easily. He tightened his grip on her, trying to calm his nerves. He’d promised to get her down safely, and now he had to deliver. He took off carefully, holding her waist to keep the weight off her leg and moving them very slowly down the side of the trail. His legs burned from the effort of keeping them slow, holding her upright, and trying to appear much more cavalier than he felt. It took far longer than normal to reach the bottom, and every bounce pushed them into each other making them both tense. By the time they were at the bottom, they were both flustered and blushing from the proximity.

When he was unattached from his snowboard, he turned to her, “why don’t you get on my back. I’ll take you to the first aid station.”

Y/N hesitated. It was one thing to be pressed up against him for the sake of getting to the bottom of the mountain. It was another to climb up on his back, in public, and parade through the lodge. “No, no, no, I can walk.”

He already had his back to her, reaching his arms around behind him. He looked over his shoulder, “we made it this far, let’s get all the way to the finish.”

Y/N was glad his back was to her because she was blushing furiously. She could hardly breathe. His arms around her waist the whole way down, his breath in her ear, his chest in her back… she’d been overwhelmed by his closeness and his touch. He had to be at least 16, a few years older than her, with the most adorable smile she’d ever seen and the brightest blue eyes. This sweet gesture was the most romantic thing she’d ever experienced and she had no idea how to act. She was trying not to let him see how nervous he made her.

He was still waiting for her, his back to her with his arms outstretched, and she heard him call her name softly. She nodded and reached for him while he bent down and she put her arms around his neck. “On three,” he said, leaning down further, “one… two…”

“Three,” Chris said, wrapping his fingers around her thighs as she hopped onto his back. He was sweating profusely from the exertion of a day on the slopes and now from having a cute girl pressed up against him for the last 15 minutes. It was impossible not to notice her little dimples or her blushes every time he made eye contact with her.

Thank God Scott can’t snowboard… Chris didn’t want her to be hurt, but he was excited for a chance to spend a few minutes away from his dumbass brother while he helped Y/N.

“Here we go!” Chris started to gallop into the lodge towards the first aid station.

Oh my God… I started to gallop… like a horse… shit. Chris thought to himself. This is so embarrassing. Oh, God. Oh, but she’s giggling. Okay, I guess I’m galloping now…

The first aid station was at the back of the lodge; he got her there and held tightly onto her legs, not allowing her to slide down his back, “I’m not putting you down until you’re with a medical professional. You’re not walking around on that ankle.”

“Chris,” she meant to whine but hearing her say his name like that made Chris’s heart thump harder.

“I’m serious, Y/N. Not until you’re with someone.”

She huffed a sigh but dropped her chin on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if he was on the brink of melting into the floor from the overstimulation of cuteness she radiated or if he was grateful for the many layers of protection his snow suit provided from anyone seeing his growing hard-on.

They got her checked in and Chis finally let her slide off his back and onto a cot, but he sat down next to her. “Thanks,” she said quietly, catching his eye and giving him another delicious blush. He noticed she was a little teary-eyed; she must’ve been in more pain than she let on.

“How are you feeling?”

Y/N shrugged, “not great, I’m hoping it isn’t broken.”

“That would suck,” Chris agreed, trying and failing to think of anything to say to her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t come up with a joke or anything remotely witty. He thought about reaching out to take her hand, but his own were sweating too much. He settled for nervously rubbing his hands along his thighs and glancing back at her. She averted her eyes quickly and they both nervously giggled.

“You really don’t have to stay with me,” she forced herself to make eye contact with him. Out loud, she’d told him to go, but in her head, she prayed he’d stay next to her a little longer. His presence made her feel comfortable.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“NO!” she answered too quickly and recalibrated, “no, I just don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. I’ll be okay. Is Scott okay?”

Chris turned his body to face her squarely, “I’m happy right where I am. Scott is fine.”

“Okay,” she whispered, twisting her hands in her lap and willing herself to say more. God, she was so nervous. The way he looked at her made her pulse race. For as much as her ankle hurt, all she could think about was how dry her mouth was and how much she hoped he’d hold her hand, put his arm around her, or do anything to initiate contact again.

“So, uh,” Chris tapped his fingers on his legs, trying to channel his nervous energy. “Are you from Vermont?”

“No, I live in Maryland.” She said quickly and forced herself to continue the conversation, “What about you?”

“Massachusetts. We come up to ski on President's Day weekend every year.”

Y/N nodded, “we usually stay closer to home but my parents wanted to do something different this year.”

They were both silent for a few seconds, each of them anxiously racking their brains for how to prolong this moment. The door to the examination room opened at that moment and a nurse practitioner came in, “well, Miss Y/N, I hear you took a tumble? Let’s take a look.” She started to pull out her stool and move towards Y/N, “I’m going to take your boot off, okay?”

Y/N sat up straighter and nodded to the NP while Chris jumped off the cot, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I get your parents? Are they in the lodge somewhere?”

“I think my parents took the shuttle back to the hotel, but my uncle was behind me. I’m sure he’s waiting for me by now.” She winced when the boot slid off, clenching her teeth. Tears formed in her eyes again and Chris returned to his spot next to her. He tentatively put an arm around her; without another thought, Y/N leaned into him and whimpered quietly while the practitioner manipulated her ankle. She looked up at Y/N sympathetically and then at Chris, “were you getting her uncle?”

“Oh, right,” Chris slid his arm away from Y/N. Tears were tracking down her face and he didn’t want to leave her. This girl he’d known less than an hour was now his only concern.

“The guy you were in line with is your uncle, right? What’s his name?”

“Chuck Y/L/N. He’s a really tall guy in a red snow jacket and–” she cut herself off when he came storming into the room with Scott hot on his heels.

“Y/N,” he barked, “are you alright? I heard what happened. This one–” he pointed behind him at Scott, “ –found me.”

“I’m okay, we just got started.” She gestured to the nurse practitioner who was still gently moving her foot and ankle, each time making Y/N wince or yelp.

“Damn snowboarders,” he glared at Chris and Scott before he pushed by Chris and sat down next to Y/N, “think they own the whole mountain. Goodbye, boys.”

“Uncle Chuck–,” Y/N started, looking up at Chris but Chuck cut her off with a stern, “goodbye,” before he started talking to the practitioner and asking questions.

Chris gave Y/N one last look and a wink; Scott apologized for the millionth time and waved half-heartedly before heading to gather their belongings and go to the shuttle. On the short ride from one side of the Killington property to the other, Scott talked the whole way, lamenting and then complaining of his own injury. Chris tried to sympathize with him, and he tried to listen, but he kept thinking about Y/N.

He thought about her all the way through dinner and a round of video games after dinner. He thought about her as he got ready for bed, and he was still thinking about her when he fell asleep. Maybe he’d come back from this long weekend to find that a new student was enrolled at school… Y/N. In his daydream, he was of course the one the guidance counselor called to show her around campus, which led to inviting her to eat lunch with him and his buddies, which led to asking her to go to the mall after school, which led to going to the movies that weekend, which led to kissing her goodnight, which led to…

Y/N however, had spent the rest of the day and well into the evening at the local hospital. The nurse practitioner had determined her ankle was likely broken and had advised her to be taken for X-rays. The emergency room staff confirmed it after several hours in the ER, and by the time it was set and she was in a cast with crutches, it was almost midnight. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. She’d begged and pleaded with her parents not to try to find the boy who’d done it; that it was an accident and they didn’t need to contact his parents and try to “decide how to deal with it.” After a very tearful conversation, her mother had finally convinced her father to drop the subject and let them get on with their weekend.

By the next morning, her mother had profusely offered to stay with her, rent movies and hang out in the condo with her, or take her shopping, but she’d decided to stay in the lodge and read her book with hot chocolate and the roaring fire. Her family left to ski for the day, her parents promising to come back and check on her at lunch. She was trying not to mope and moan, particularly because her dad and Uncle Chuck were still discussing the idea of talking to Scott and Chris’s parents. God, the last thing she needed was them to threaten to sue them. She knew it was all out of care, but both men could be a little overzealous. Y/N was certainly disappointed that Chris lived in Massachusetts and she was in Maryland, but she didn’t want them to stay in touch over a lawsuit.

She’d hobbled to the lobby and settled in front of the fire, and was about a chapter into her book when she felt the couch cushion beside her dip with the weight of a new body. They were way too close; who does that? Who sits down directly next to someone when there are multiple couches and oversized chairs? She peaked out of the corner of her eye and couldn’t help the grin that slid on her face. Chris was next to her, his own book open, and he was casually reading with a giant smirk on his face. He didn’t look at her immediately, instead, he continued to read and flipped the page dramatically.

Y/N continued to grin, knowing she was also blushing and feeling her whole body start to sweat, but she turned back to her book and forced herself to read. Another page in, and she felt his eyes on her. She continued her charade just as he had, and continued to read. He huffed a sigh and dropped his book in his lap to cross his arms. She picked up a piece of hair on her shoulder and twirled it around her finger, hoping it seemed casual and cool, while she finished her chapter. When she was done, she quietly put her book in her lap, picked up her hot chocolate, took a sip, and looked at him over the rim of the mug.

“Oh hey,” she whispered, hoping she sounded cooler than she felt.

“Hey yourself. Good book?”

She nodded and stared at him for a minute, taking in his perfectly gelled hair, his big handsome smile, and his captivating blue eyes. “Why aren’t you out there?” She gestured towards the huge windows next to them.

“I saw you when we left breakfast downstairs. I thought you might need some company today. You know, since Scott tried to kill you. I feel responsible for you.”

“Shouldn’t Scott feel responsible for me?”

“He’s proven that he can’t be trusted,” Chris pointed to her ankle, which was propped on the coffee table. There was a lull in conversation; Y/N was tapping her fingers on the cover of her book. Chris started to reach out to her and pulled his hand back; after taking a deep breath, he tried again and covered her hand with his. “I was also hoping you’d want to hang out with me.”

Words, Y/N. Any words right now. Say anything, you have to say something, oh my god he wants to hang out with you SAY SOMETHING. Y/N’s whole body froze as she stared at his hand on hers and his eyes fixed hard on her face. She had to be the color of a tomato right now. She had to be sweating. Could he feel that? Could he tell she was sweating? Were the tops of her hands as sweaty as her palms?

She settled for a shy nod and another lull settled over them, this one was more comfortable. She spilled her hot chocolate and they traded a few lines back and forth about the snow and how nice the fire felt. Finally, Y/N said, “let’s play 20 questions.”

“Isn’t that the game where you try to guess an object or something? You know like ‘is it bigger than a bread box?’”

She rolled her eyes, “I guess that’s the wrong name, but how about this: we each ask a question and both of us have to answer.”

“I’ll go first,” he agreed, looking around the room before he settled on his first question, “when’s your birthday?”

“April 2. You?”

“June 13. Your turn.” They went back and forth, moving into books and tv shows they watched, how they spent time with friends, and what their hobbies were. Y/N was fidgeting constantly, entirely unable to get comfortable and Chris kept jumping up to help her adjust her propped-up leg.

After Y/N finished telling a story about a time her social studies teacher split his pants during class, Chris’s laughter subsided and he smirked, “who was your first kiss?”

She bit her lip and dropped her eyes, “Kyle Brown. We were in 4th grade. It was the last day of school, he spent all day literally pulling my ponytail, then he kissed me on the bus, got off, and moved away. I never saw him again.”

Chris cackled, “what a chicken. If I was going to kiss you, I’d make sure I’d see you again every day.”

Y/N felt herself redden from the tips of her toes all the way to her hair; at the same time, her heart dropped. He said if he was going to kiss her. Meaning it was a hypothetical statement... Meaning he wasn’t going to kiss her. In this afternoon spent together on this sofa, she’d been convinced he was flirting and was convinced he’d kiss her. She stared down at her hands, trying to force a smile while she listened to his answer.

“Y/N?” He asked after she’d been quiet for a moment. She looked up and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ve been quiet for like a whole minute,” he laughed, “you okay?”

“I’m fine, I should just go back to the condo, I need to take some painkillers,” she started to stand up, reaching for her crutches that Chris thrust at her.

“Let me walk you back, I can help you get your meds and get you settled. Will you be alone?”

“It’s okay, I can get back on my own,” her voice was quiet while she tried to be sure she had everything. “Thanks for sitting with me today.”

“But I–”

She had already started to move away from him and he followed her, navigating around furniture and people; she tried to pick up her pace. She was embarrassed and sad that she’d misinterpreted the time together and even more embarrassed that she’d gotten her hopes up that a boy from Massachusetts would kiss her. It’s not like anything could come of it.

“Bye, Chris,” she glanced over her shoulder and said it as firmly as possible before starting to move again. He stopped in his tracks and just stared at her, watching her walk out of the lobby and into the wind.

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