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Love Is Worth It - Episode III: When Boy Meets Girl

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cursing, slight Implied smut

Word Count: 2126

Summary: What happens when boy meets girl and that boy underestimates that girl?

AN/Disclaimer: It has been a while since I’ve written so please bear with my rustiness, and there’s slight edits so there may be errors. italicized is a flashback.

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December 14, 2019 - 3rd Person

Every Year Chris, Maya and their friends get together and do a Friendsgiving in December to celebrate holidays.

This year it was the Evans’s turn to host in their second home in Brooklyn, New York.

This group consisted of a good combination of Chris and Maya’s friends.

Scarlett came with her fiancé SNL Writer Colin Jost. Along with Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and sometimes (but not this time) RDJ.

Austin, Maya’s brother of course, Tika and her fiancé. Maya met Tika while at Yale spending time in New York, and Tessa Thompson who met Maya at a glamour magazine event and has actually been quítely seeing Sebastian for the last year or so.

“You know you look a lot like Chadwick Boseman” Colin said looking at Maya’s brother Austin.

The group laughs “yeah I get that a lot” Austin says as he takes a sip of his drink.

Maya walks into the media room with a cheese board and popcorn in her hand, as their friends sat on the couches getting ready to watch a movie on the projector.

They were all sat close to the Evans fire place chatting, drinking, laughing and just enjoying eachothers company since they don't get to get together often. Especially since Chris and Scarlett are no longer actively apart of the MCU.

“Ok so what is your story, like how did you guys meet, everytime i ask Austin he refuses to tell me” Austin’s girlfriend Alana asked pointing at Maya as she sat on Chris’s lap in the love seat they were sharing.

Chris and Maya at the moment were getting a bit handsy with each other under their blanket. He was sweetly kissing her neck as he rubbed her thigh, moving his hand up to play with the elastic on the waistband of her shorts.

“Oh god I love this story” Tessa said sitting with Sebastian and grabbing some popcorn.

Chris chuckles “you wanna tell it or should I” he said smiling at her biting his lip.

“How about I start and you cut me off if I get something wrong” Maya said playfully rolling her eyes and Chris nodded.

She sat up and cleared her throat since Chris’s hand moved to shifting her shorts and panties to the side.

“Ok so I meet Chris through Scar they were in New York filming their first Avengers film, having a night off she called and asked if I wanted to go out, of course I said yes then invited Austin and Tika to go with me so I wouldn't be alone.”

”We meet up at the pool bar, we walk in and here is this six foot blonde not paying me any attention” Maya said

She shifted cuddling closer to Chris as he slowly he teased her warm slit as it slowly got wet and slick.

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Maya - September 2011

It was a warm fall evening in New York CIty the leaves were beginning to change and I was midway through my first year of my dermatology residency.

This bar was in the middle of Hell's Kitchen Manhattan and did not look like much from the outside. We went down a flight of steps into a smokey, dingy pool room.

Scarlett was in the back of the bar with two men. One brunette with sunglasses who looks to be making a joke and a blonde leaning against the pool table laughing.

When we walked up to the group the blonde and I locked eyes, even in the dim room his blue eyes pulled me under a spell. He was the first to break eye contact as we got close.

“Hey Scar thanks for the invite, I needed this break” I say hugging Scarlett.

She chuckles “it’s not a problem, we have been trying to get together for a while and I’ve been the one blowing you off”

I shrug “it’s all good this isn’t a place I’d pick to hang but it’s cool.”

My face scrunched up at my surroundings I wasn’t fond of going anywhere in Hell’s Kitchen but hey I didn’t pick the hangout this time.

We introduce both groups of friends to each other, the brunette with her was Robert or Downey and the blonde was Chris.

The first hour was pretty chill and I was having a good time just watching the crowd as the bar began to actually get full with people.

Robert opened up to me fast he is warm and inviting, telling stories and cracking a jokes about every person that passed our way. However, Chris was giving me the cold shoulder mostly gave me the side eye and sometimes a condescending smirk when he looked my way as he and Robert played on the table next to Austin and Tika’s as Scar and I drank watching the games.

“What’s wrong May it seems like you have a lot on your mind” Scar asked.

I shrugged “just thinking you know school, work, and I don't really know, I haven't been here long yet Chris keeps giving me a side eye”

Scarlett laughs “please don’t try and figure out Chris I promise it will just give you a headache.”

But I can’t stop thinking about this golden man standing in front of me without a care in the world, he enamores me, his smile was beautiful his eyes would make any women weak in the knees and I was going to figure him out by the end of the night.

When Chris and Downey finished up there game Chris stood up and looked at me like he was challenging me.

“Look at that, who’s next It seems that Downey can’t hang with the pool champ” Chris boosted.

I rose from my seat and removed my jacket “I’ll give it a shot” I said grabbing my drink.

I walked over to the pool to a brooding Chris as he smirked at me readying his pool stick.

“Can you actually play princess?” Chris asked.

He reset the pool table as I grabbed my stick smirking at his question.

I shrugged when he looked up at me “we will see, you break” I said.

As we begin our game Chris was like an open book and was so easy to read. His stance oozes confidence he played lazyly like he couldn’t be beaten. I let him win the first game no problem and he let me win the second game, while i acted like I couldn’t play.

He was making the game so boring and easy so I decided to spice the game up a bit.

“How about we make this a bit more interesting? Every ball we make into a pocket we must answer a question?” I say setting the balls.

He laughs “ok, be prepared because this could get interesting”

I smirk and break sinking the blue solid ball “I’m solids now what’s your problem with me we just meet” I said missing my second ball as I step back.

“Um I don’t have a problem it’s just you’re just a little prissy for my liking” Chris answers monitoring the table prepping his next shot.

i roll my eyes “I’m not prissy, I just I like what I like and I know what I don’t like, I guess you were listening in on Scar and I’s conversation.” I say

I leaned against the pillar next to me with my arms crossed waiting for an answer.

He shoots one in the pocket and misses the next ball yet completely avoids my question all together.

“how old are you” he asks

I roll my eyes “you know you shouldn’t ask a women her age, but since you asked nicely I’m 25” we both laugh.

The back and forth continued until he had about two balls left to win and I had five it was my turn.

I shot the first ball into the center pocket.

“if you could go anywhere in the world what would it be?” I ask

“The Swiss Alps” he said

I nod and shot ball two in the left corner pocket

“Do you have any siblings” I ask

I walk around the table analyzing my 3 shots I had left.

“Um yes one brother and two sisters” he says

Chris now looked nervous as I smirked at him laser focused.

“Don’t run scared on me now big boy” I laugh walking to my next ball.

I shot my third ball in the bottom right pocket, and we now gained a bit of a crowd forming.

He clears his throat “well damn i wish you would have told you knew how to play”

I shrugged my shoulders looking into his crystal blue eyes, smirking.

“You didn’t ask but now that you are interested I’ll tell you, I am the middle child between two very competitive brothers and a daughter of man who doesn’t like to lose” I say smiling at my brother, walking over to Austin and did our handshake.

“But I’m suppose to be the one asking the here questions sir” I say turning to Chris and smirking at him.

With my back to the table I take the shot behind my back and I sink my second to last ball into the cup.

Now everyone at the bar was watching our game with anticipation and we both only had two balls left.

“ok wow I like her Scarlett” Robert said and I laughed.

I walked up to Chris “next question if I win will you tell me how big your friend down below is because I think he is happy to see me” I whisper to him.

I brushed up against Chris as he clears his throat “I plead the fifth” he says standing tall covering his growing friends in his jeans.

I sucked my teeth and pouted “you’re no fun.”

With only my eight ball left i decided to miss on purpose just to extend the game a little longer what can i say i was having fun messing with him.

The crowd of the entire bar though they did like that I missed an easy winning shot since they all groaned in displeasure.

Chris looked so nervous, when he lined up to his next shot his hands began to shake.

“Don’t choke on me now” I taunt him.

He takes a deep breath hits the ball to the left corner pocket the red stripe rolls as if it was going in but stops a hair short from the pocket.

Some people cheer others groan in sadness for his defeat, Chris stands back looking satisfied yet defeated.

I smirk, walking around the table and shot my ball into the right corner pocket.

The crowd cheered and Chris smirked dropping his head in defeat.

I walked up to him as people congratulated me which I found weird because all we did was play a few rounds of pool.

“That was one hell of a game young lady” he smiled trying to act cool as he leaned against the pool table.

“how about we start over?” I ask

Sticking my hand out shake he took it, smiling at me.

“I’m Maya Alonso from San Francisco and you are?”

“I’m Chris Evans from Boston” he said chucking.

“Well Mr. Evans you wouldn’t mind going out with me sometime maybe get to know each other a little better?” I smiled as we kept holding each other’s hand.

“Well Ms. Alonso I wouldn’t mind that at all, until next time.”

He let go of my hand, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“until next time” I whisper to myself butterflies in my belly feeling like a giddy school girl.

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Everyone was laughing

“Se la vie, now almost ten years and one kid later, I still can’t keep my hands off of him.”Maya says

“Umm that’s not how I remember it happened.” Chris said looking at Maya confused.

“That’s exactly how I remember it” Tika laughed

“We left and he couldn’t stop talking about her, begged me to give him her number all the way back to his airbnb.” Scarlett said in between a gut wrenching laugh.

“Whatever, at the end of the day I got to the girl and that’s all that matters” Chris said holding my chin, pecking my lips continuously whispering that he loved me.

Austin sucks his teeth rolling his eyes “Alright that’s enough, y’all got a room for all that, let’s start the movie already” he said pressing play on West Side Story.

Maya laughs and goes back to kiss Chris masking the moan trying to slip from her mouth, as he slowly pushed his fingers inside her wet cave just hitting her g-spot as the movie played in the background.

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ferociousfangirlofmanyfandoms · 7 years

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A Love Letter to Those Who Love Me

This is a tale I’ve been working on for a while. I got a gutpunch recently involving my writing, but...this is the tale that remains. I really love writing, I do, but I’ve been having issues and...yeah, anyway...a little dark, but mostly fond floof.

@selfinsertlove, hi. Here’s more stuff to post. Maybe? Oh well.

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First of all, heya.

If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. Might as well rip that bandaid off now. Then again, you probably know this since I only set this to release the day I died.

You’re also probably mad at me. Then know that I have had this planned for a long damn time and none of you coulda done anything to prevent it. Not even you, Rick, stop kicking yourself and go easy on the booze for fuck’s sake…. If you still love me, don’t try to follow me.

Stanley, Stanford, Rick… You boys are the only fellas in my life that stayed and stayed. Stanford less than the rest, but hey- not his fault, not yours either Stanley! I see you there! Anyway… Before I bring up more stupid stuff, lemme get sappy.

I love you. I love all three’a you. I miss the days we got to run around like little idiots on the beach together and get into trouble. It was so much fun back then. Just all’a us- even if we started out summer folk, Lee and Ford would play with us anyway, ey Rick? When we moved there, it got even better- your Mama and my Daddy ended up landin’ jobs in Glass Shard and we both went ‘bout nuts since our best friends were there.

Well, two ‘a my best friends, anyway. It was always hard telling what you were thinking, Rick, since you were a lil’ shit and constantly picking fights anyway. It was an eventful year, that one. At least when we ended up bein’ there permanently I could give ya a decent getaway from your houses. And you could give me one when we could sneak past yer Pa, Lee, Ford- I loved hearin’ your Mama talk, even if I knew most’a it was lies through and through. Stories fed me back then, like they still do.

Well, there goes the writer habit of delving a bit too deep into old, sappy information. Best get to distribution of assets and some private chitter chatter that I’ve been needing to say but my confounded tongue wouldn’t spit out. Semi private anyway, I know one’a youse will peek.

Richard Sanchez, I’m giving you my sketchbooks. I doodled a buttload of weapons in there, you should have a lotta fun makin’ em real. If you feel like it. If you’re feeling contrary, just sulk and flip through them and remember. But. For the umpteenth damn time. DO NOT try to follow me. If the two nerdiest men in the universe couldn’t fix what was wrong with me medically, I don’t think anyone could. Now that Stanford’s back- the right Stanford, I’m assuming, thanks in no small part to your meddling niñito- my worries are done. If you and Stan end up together in this one, best of luck to you both. You’re also getting my jewelry- I know you said it’s all kitschy crap anyway but I have a couple baubles in there that I think you might wanna keep. They’ve got stories behind them- most of which you know, and the others are detailed in what Stanford’s getting.

Stanley Pines, I’m givin’ you my crochet work and leftover supplies. Who knows, might be a useful hobby one day- I know it’s girly, shut up, I DID manage to teach you one’a those summer nights how to make one line of stitching… Make me a scarf and stick it wherever they bury me, huh, hun? Good to know I won’t be cold in the hearafter. And Rick, if you’re peeking, don’t even pipe up about that, we all know you have issues with the idea of a God and associated hereafter… just let me write. Type, rather, since my hands are too damn shaky to manage handwriting. Oh well. I’m also leavin’ you Smokey, Lee. Look after the old bear, wouldja? I know I’m a sap for keeping him for sixty plus years considering the shape he’s in, but… He’s been my protector for a long time. It’ll be nice knowing he’ll be under the best protection in the multiverse.

Stanford Pines, I’m givin’ you ownership over all my literary work. That means you’re inheriting any royalties from my books, bud. Use the money wisely- don’t listen to a demon this time, eh? I’m just joking with you, I know you know better by now….. And, you know? You still have time to change the world. Just do it with your brother by your side- he’s the one that’s keeper of common sense between you two, as odd as that sounds. Besides the fact he mitigates your danger magnet tendencies…. Also, I am NOT mad- this is just truth as we grew up. Please… Look after Stan and let him look after you. Also, I’m givin’ ya Steps High- remember that black horse my parents got me for my ninth birthday and how you made that bridle for it? Look after her as well- cuddle with her if you’re missin’ me.

Anyway… That’s starting to wrap stuff up. Don’t forget to hug each other once in a blue moon. Even dorks like all three’a’ya need touch- you know it’s a scientific fact, Rick, Ford. Stan, remind them about that when they need reminding- you’re the only one I can trust with that responsibility.

Stuff’s been dealt out, reminders are over… I think this is about it. I’m done. I’ve written you more personal letters, earlier, but…this is the last. Know that I love all of you. Even from beyond the grave, that you can count on.

Love,

June Gilbert Pines Sanchez (because, according to all of you, I’m family to all’a’y’all)

#my fanfiction #self insert fanfiction #I've been feeling blue so I might as well post this

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