Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Avengers x Mutant!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: seriously just silly fluff, some language, I may have traumatized Sharon
A/N: A drabble for my completed Disconnected Series that nobody asked for. I keep going back to this pairing and this universe when I need a little pick me up. This is me just getting my writing mood back up and hopefully it entertains some of you.
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Drabble 2: Learning to Deal with Jealousy
Tony had taught you that it was only natural to sometimes feel jealous and protective over people and things that are important to you. You understood that pretty easily. Tony was protective of you because he was a sort of father figure or big brother to you.
“If Steve breaks your heart I’m going to shove him back in the ice myself.”
You were protective over Peter too, wanting to preserve that starry-eyed wonder he always had whenever you were working with new tech.
“Y/N! Can we build a tiny army of exploding ninjas?”
“We can build whatever you want, sweetie.”
Jealousy though sprouted with Sharon. Now that you were in an official relationship with Steve, it kicked in that you didn’t like having another woman making the moves on him. America’s ass was yours. You trusted Steve, but you didn’t like that Sharon was being persistent despite knowing about your relationship.
“Put the flame thrower away, Y/N!”
“She keeps touching him, Tony!”
You’ve never felt jealousy before so Tony had to teach you firmly that it was okay to feel it, but it wasn’t okay to set the other person on fire. It apparently also wasn’t okay for you to demand that they never work together on any missions. However, Natasha also told you that you shouldn’t just let another person disrespect you like that either.
People were complicated.
So you had to get creative.
A briefing was underway for a mission you weren’t involved in. It was just Tony, Steve, Nat, and Sharon in the conference room going over the intel. Naturally, Sharon took your absence as an opportunity to sit close to Steve. Just as she was about to lean in closer to him, the table rumbled and made a whirring sound. A glass partition folded out from within the table to snap in place between the two.
Sharon huffed and tried to go around the barrier, but it adjusted quickly to again block her path. She tried several times and each time it zipped into a perfect position to stop her. The glass also kept wiggling back and forth as if taunting her, daring her to go keep going.
The other Avengers couldn’t help, but chuckle. Tony was particularly relieved that your methods now didn’t include fire or shrapnel and Steve found it endlessly adorable. He couldn’t wait to get out of this meeting and kiss the life out of you.
None of them expected you to have installed the same across the whole Compound. It didn’t matter if they were in the gym, the kitchens, or any of the hallways. Some type of barrier always came up to block Sharon’s advances. One time it smacked her right in the face as it came out from the ceiling. It needed some adjustments. It was a prototype. It wasn’t intentional.
Not at all.
Sharon still didn’t give up though and she was convinced that she would get an opportunity when they shipped out for a mission. Outside of the compound you would have no control of the environment and wouldn’t be able to monitor her and Steve. The mission was successful and they were packing up to leave.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at the obviously predatory strutting Sharon was doing on her approach to Steve. The man saw and looked at his friend pleadingly, begging to help him avoid whatever the blonde agent had planned. He sighed when all he got as an answer was a shrug. He had been blunt with Sharon, clearly stating that all his affection was happily occupied by you.
“You wanna stop by my place when we get back for a drink?” she said in a sultry tone, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she stroked down his arm. Natasha let out a low whistle at the audacity.
Before Steve could answer a low whirring could be heard coming from the star emblem on his chest. They jumped back as an opening appeared on it where countless Nano particles spilled out, swirling in mid-air until it formed a small robot that looked eerily similar to Eve from the movie Wall E. Steve subconsciously recalled your recent fixation on the animated film.
It turned to smile and coo adoringly at Steve, winked at Nat, then it’s digital eyes turned a glaring red toward Sharon. Its little arm raised and reassembled as a blaster aimed right at her shocked face. Tony said no fire.
But he didn’t say anything about water cannons.
Nat and Steve stared dumbfounded as the tiny robot relentlessly chased Sharon around the area, drenching her while it made noises that suspiciously sounded like cackling. During the ride home on the jet it settled on Steve’s lap, cuddling and purring against him like a pet cat while intermittently hissing at Sharon in warning.
Steve chuckled and shook his head as he petted the robot’s smooth head. He couldn’t wait to get home to you.
Summary: After the events of the Sokovia Accords, Steve is now a fugitive to the U.S. government and has left you in the worst way possible. What happens when fate reunites the two again when you are most vulnerable?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x pregnant reader
Warning: love making, Nat being the one who hypes Steve up to get freaky deaky with the reader, very descriptive to certain body parts (just skip the colored text if you don’t want to read the smut scene)
Time really slowed down when you were with Steve. Not once did you take that for granted. You were so accustomed to living in the city life where everything was rushed or one had to live extravagantly, so living at a peaceful beach house really made you reflect on what matters the most.
Steve was also thankful for this time with you as he always traveled for missions and was beaten to a pulp in order to save the world. It was almost like that weight was lifted off his shoulders. Unfortunately, not all of his burdens were lifted.
Truly, things were getting better with you. You were still married to each other, you both slept in each other’s arms every night, you even went out together to buy some fresh produce at a marketplace. He couldn’t place it, but something was missing.
Nat kept her word and visited you at the house, either spending time with you or helping Steve around the house to prepare for the baby. Steve practically begged you to not help for the nursery as he felt obligated to do it himself. You trusted his artistic instinct and gave him control of what needed to be done in the baby’s room.
You hear Nat come up the front porch with a large box, possibly being the crib Steve ordered online. Yes, it surprised you and Nat that he was able to use the internet (Sam actually ordered it cause Steve is like 100 years old, so he wanted to look capable). You greet her at the door, trying to hug her properly without your protruding belly getting in the way. You both laughed as Steve came out of the kitchen from cleaning up from lunch.
“I’ll take that. If you excuse me, I will be in the nursery to fix this.” Steve says as he bends down to grab the box with ease, flexing his muscles that could break a watermelon. You couldn’t help but stare at his figure, wondering how this man is still fit even if he hasn’t trained in weeks. You snap out of it as you turn around to see Nat covering a snicker (not the candy) in her hand.
“There was something on his shirt.” you tried saying in a convincing tone. “Sure…” Nat said, helping you walk to the couch to sit down. You started sharing some stories as Nat gave you alternatives to name your child after her “There’s Natalie, Natalya, Sasha, Tatiana, Talia…” she stops as she sees you staring at a shirtless Steve passing by to get a glass of water.
She says that you look thirsty (lol) and gets up to walk in the kitchen. Steve starts to pour water into his glass and acknowledges her presence. “Need water?” he asks as he starts getting another glass.
“Ok, what is going on with the two of you?” Nat says, grabbing the cup from his hands. Steve raises his eyebrow. “Nothing,” he says as he starts to chug his water. “So basically, you’re not having sex.” Steve spurts out his water as he regains his breathing from almost being choked.
“Wha- what are you talking about?” he stuttered while drying himself with a small towel nearby.
“Y/n has been staring at you like a dog at a bone. When’s the last time you two were intimate?” she asks, trying to figure out the two lovebirds that have been acting like hormonal teenagers. He glances in your direction, then staring down to hide the embarrassment on his face. Nat figures out that the last time they were together was before Steve left y/n. “That long, huh…” She gives a sympathetic look and stops pressing him with her demeanor.
Steve exhales as he slumps his shoulders. “Everything’s been so good with y/n, I don’t want to risk what we have right now because of my selfishness.” Nat rolled her eyes and smacked his arm. “Steve, she hasn’t taken her eyes off of you the second I came here. Even if you think you’re not there yet, she is. Maybe start initiating before she thinks you don’t want her.”
Steve rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “How do I even start?” he asked in a whisper. Nat gave one of her sly smirks, devising a plan. “It starts with me leaving,” she says as she walks out of the kitchen and goes to you. “Hey sorry, I have to leave right now. But let me know how things go when I come back for a few days. You guys will probably be busy.” she states, giving you a wink and heading out the door.
You turn to Steve with a puzzling look, not understanding what she just referred to. “Um… can I show you something?” Steve shyly asks. You nod your head yes as he offers you his hand to get up from the couch. You walk into the hallway following Steve to the end of the hall. He opens the door to the nursery and never have you been more amazed till that moment.
The room gave such cool tones with the water-colored paintings that lined the walls as the driftwood mobile complemented on top of the crib. What caught your eye was a medium-sized picture frame of you and Steve on your wedding day. You both looked so happy, having your first dance as you could faintly hear the song in your head.
Steve saw you looking at it as if you were thinking of a sad memory. “It was the only picture I could bring before the whole accords incident. I never let it out of my sight,” he said as he came closer to you. You looked up to him, as both of you were a bit teary-eyed remembering how life was simple back then when you both were naive.
You are now inches away from each other, feeling a longing you have craved for the past few weeks. “Y/n, I…” you shush him as you place your fingers on his lips. You place your hand down and without warning, you kiss him hungrily. Steve is taken back from the force you brought onto him, but he scoops you in his arms and starts to head to your bedroom.
Without breaking your kiss, he places you on the soft mattress as he caresses the back of your head. You temporarily pull away as you settle at the edge of the bed.
You take off his shorts, revealing his massive bulge from his briefs. He stares at you hungrily as he waits for approval to undress you.
You slowly nod your head yes as he uses his large hands to lift your dress over your head. He now sees your new figure as your breasts grew 2x larger than the last time he saw them.
He admires your stretch marks and how they decorated your hips and legs, tracing his fingers to each stripe you had.
You shiver from his light touch as they lead to your back, unclipping your bra to reveal your sensitive chest. Both of you are seconds away from being vulnerable like the first night you made love to each other.
He lifts your chin and gives you a look of adoration. No words were exchanged, but you both felt ready for what was to come.
You shimmy down your now wet undergarments, throwing them to the end of the room. He quickly grabs a large pillow and puts it behind your back for comfort, then taking your legs and spreading them apart.
He kneels on the ground as he teases your clitoris with his nose and tongue, driving you to the edge.
His tongue begins to lick between your folds as he uses his hands to grab your inner thighs. He soon pulls away to breathe as he sees you lightly panting.
He then lets go of one of your thighs and uses two of his fingers and goes within your folds, widening your lips.
You clench the blanket under your hands, quietly gasping for air as he takes his hands away.
You begin to stay in charge as you pull him into your rough kiss, flipping him over till he is on the bottom of you. You take off his briefs to reveal his erected cock that stood straight like a plank of wood.
Steve helps you balance on top of him as each hand was at your waist. He slowly raises you up for you to fit in him as you ease within his tip.
You both begin to moan from the sensation as your hungry desires have been suppressed for so long. You sink deeper into him, feeling your walls pushing outwards in order to make room.
You rock up and down to get a rhythm as Steve used as much friction to his advantage. You begin to feel hot everywhere, lifting your heavy tits as they start flopping.
This made Steve even hornier as he felt that he was about to cum. The room is filled with sex and grunts as you could feel both of your fluids mixing.
Gravity gives in as you now touch the base of his cock as he softly grunts at how spectacular that felt. You pull out with his assistance as he guides you to lie next to him, covering you both with a thinner blanket.
“That was… wow,” you said out of breath, laying your hand on his chest as his hand fell on top of yours. “I never thought I was that beast-like in my life.” he huffed as he turned to you, bringing you closer to his body.
“Are you alright? I was so scared of hurting you.” he quietly asked with concern in your eyes. You give him a genuine smile.
“I’m fine, more than fine,” you reassured him. He places his forehead on yours. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to show how much I love you.”
You hold the side of his face as you feel the stubble of his beard. “You're my husband Steve, there’s no other person I would share this with,” you stated.
He takes this opportunity to turn quickly to his nightstand, grabbing a small item and facing you with your wedding ring.
“I made the mistake of losing you and I promise to never let that happen again. Can you ever forgive me?” he asks in vulnerability.
The room is filled with silence for a few minutes until you kiss Steve with pure devotion. “I forgave you a long time ago, Steve. I never stopped loving you.” you gently said. He cries with joy as he slips your ring on your finger, giving you another kiss.
Now he felt like there were fewer burdens to carry as he became a new man, now that he felt complete with you.
I saw the second that the realization sparked in his eyes. “You’re into this look, aren’t you?” He was halfway through a chuckle when I slipped from the couch straight to the floor, my hands working of their own accord.
“Holy shit,” Chris whispered as I grabbed him under his pants, mouth watering at his thick, beautiful cock. He grabbed my hair, probably hoping to stop me and confirm this was actually something that I wanted but the second my lips wrapped around his head, he seemed to forget what he was about to do.
The one where Chris fucks you in set and in full costume
Summary : Chris discusses the ‘nickname’ you’ve been given not long ago. Too bad it’s not the most fluffy nickname he’d imagined.
**No proofreading. Wrote this during a night shift. Maybe it was better then than now it’s finished. LOL.**
“Chris, your girlfriend- sorry, fiancés got quite a nickname for herself. Do you know it?”
“I’m afraid so, I have heard about it...Unfortunately.”
Renner being the blunt guy, went ahead and said it.
“It’s that- She’s being called MCU slut or tramp?”
The interviewer looked for any discomfort in Chris’ eyes wanting to change the subject if needed even though he was the one who brought it up.
“Yup. That’s her. Apparently.”
“Wait, why do people call her that if it’s not true? W-why say that? I don’t get it.”
Chris couldn’t stop himself from laughing at Renner’s daft way of talking.
The interviewer butted in.
“There’s a video clip from an interview done a while back. Take a look here.”
You appearing on James Cordon’s late late show.
“Y/N, I think seeing as you’re here on my couch, there’s a certain thing we need to discuss. The tramp stamp you’ve been giving, so to say.”
You only threw your head back as you belted out a laugh.
“Well, get right on it, James...Well it’s because of my acting experience with some of my costars from the MCU.”
James winked at you and motioned for you to keep going.
“I’ve worked with several of the leading men from Marvel on Marvel movies and on independent projects...And some of them I’ve shared some scenes with that included kissing.”
“Who are we talking about here? Obviously Mr. Evans?”
“True, that one is a fact.”
“One should hope so- Congratulations on the engagement by the way.”
“Thanks, we can just talk about that too if-”
“Naaah, I’d much rather hear about your scandalous roaming.”
“Well, Evans, Tom Hiddleston in two other movies as each others spouses or partners... Bradley Cooper, Aaron Taylor Johnson and Sebastian Stan.”
“Ding dong! Quite a lovely spread.”
“Yeah, I guess...A girl can have it all, I guess.”
“Mr. Henry Cavill as well-”
“He’s not Marvel tho! So he doesn’t count.”
“Still ding dong for the win.”
“Ding dong indeed.”
You both joked after that.
End of clip
“So that’s the clip?”
“And then people just decided to brand her with a nickname?”
The interviewer nodded his head at the two men.
Chris leaned back in his seat not sure what to say. There was an awkward pause before Renner let out a small chuckle to himself.
“Chris should be fine, as long as she’s his ‘slut’- Sorry tramp, right? That shouldn’t be a problem then. I wouldn’t see it as a problem if she was my wife and just a tramp for me.”
“Chris, what do ya think about that?”
The interviewer looked fairly interested now.
“What? I meant it in a positive way... It’s-it’s a good thing where I’m coming from. Please tell her that.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her that...”
“Now moving on- I’d like to talk to you both about your suits and-...”
When Chris got home, you were waiting in bed for him. Finishing up your night skin routine. The sweet scent of you filled his nostrils. A mix of you and your coconut moisturizer.
Chris walked over and pressed a kiss to your waiting lips, smiling while doing so. Then he went to the bathroom where he got ready for bed too. While he was brushing his teeth, you appeared in the doorway, robe falling open and revealing a lace camisole underneath.
“So, apparently I’m a slut now?”
Chris almost choked on his toothpaste. He quickly rinsed his mouth and wiped it before turning around to look at you.
“The name’s actually ‘Marvel Tramp’ not slut or whore or something else. Do your homework, babe.”
Your teasing voice let him know instantly that you weren’t actually mad at him. The term was something you’d both heard of and just figured it would die down eventually.
“Y/N, I’m sorry...I wasn’t expecting someone to actually ask me about it.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as he slithered his way over to you.
“Well, Renner’s right about one thing.”
“As long as you’re my ‘slut/tramp’ and only mine, I can’t really complain now can I?”
Chris leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. As the kiss heated up, his hands traveled down to the back of your thighs were you felt a tap. Knowing what it meant, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Chris walked you both backwards to the bed where you landed on the soft mattress with Chris on top of you. Needing air, Chris ventured down your neck to your collarbone pressing kisses to your skin.
Chris paused his actions and hovered over you leaning on his arms.
“You’re lucky! I could’ve been one of those other guys’ tramps but no, I’m yours.”
Chris showered your face in kisses while you talked legs still wrapped around him keeping him in place.
“I mean, Cavill and Hiddleston both made a pass at me once and I shut them down for you so- That’s you being lucky, very lucky.”
“Wait, what? You never said that?”
“Didn’t I? Oops, well the point wasn’t that either but how lucky-”
“Yeah, I know, I know. I’m a real lucky guy. To have you and this.”
He wiggled his eyebrows and chuckled when you flicked his chest. He playfully bit your finger when you went you caress his cheek.
“Yeah yeah, but just know this...Even though I’m your slut...-”
Your fingers grasping his chin pulling him closer, just so his ear was right above your mouth.
“...You’re still my bitch.”
You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking seeing his confused face while trying to stay cool and chill. You both burst into a small fit of giggles and laughter. Seconds later when the laughter died down, Chris cleared his throat and tried to keep a straight face.
“I’m your bitch? Really- Hmmm... I say, Let’s put that to a test”
You squealed loudly when he assaulted your neck. You spent countless hours of that night proving to Chris who turned out to be just what you’d said. Your bitch.
Imagine being able to land that blow on Captain America. Ryan Gosling has such a lean physique while Chris Evans is just f*cking huge! Like how?? This one was super cool to write. I'd love to see the fight scene that caused that bruise. Gosling definitely has my respect.
Summary: After moving to Boston merely two months ago, the reader is finally settling in the new city. Meeting new people has however been difficult. She enjoys the company of her dog, Roxy and the two often go out on long walks exploring the city. One day they were taking random turns on their walk and they end up at a dog park where she is approached by a tall stranger and his dog. By taking those random turns, meeting him might have been faith.
Warnings: none, just fluff
Words: 2,8+ K
A/N: I was thinking about writing a part two for this story and see how the relationship between Chris and the reader develops. So if you are interessed in a part two, let me know! Enjoy!
WOULD YOU LIKE TO GRAB A CUP OF COFFEE?
Y/N’s point of view
It was a beautiful day in Boston. It was the weekend and myself and Roxy and no plans. We loved walking and exploring the city or the nature surrounding it and Roxy would always join me. Since it was such a beautiful spring day, we were going to wander around Boston, our new home. I was glad I moved to Boston. I was ready for a new start. Being headhunted by my current employer gave me that new start. I saw it as an adventure, a new chance, an opportunity to rebuild my life, meet new friends and who knows what more.
However, moving to a different city is never easy, but moving to a city where you don’t know anyone, is even harder. And I really only knew Roxy. She moved with me to Boston. She is my best friend, the one I could always rely on. She is the one I am waking up next to, waking me up with her wet nose. She is the one who was always happy when I returned home. She is the one who wouldn’t stop wagging her tail until I got down and laid on the floor next to her. My best friend in the world and the only friend I had in Boston, was my dog Roxy.
"What way will we go next?" I asked Roxy. My dog looked up at me and she tilled her head. Her brown eyes filled with confusion. I turned around, not really knowing where we were. We had been walking around mindlessly for more than an hour. Exploring our new city, making random turns, not knowing where we would end up. When we turned around the next corner there was a park, a dog park. There were plenty of dogs running around, off leash.
"Let’s go Rox." We walked towards the park and I opened the gate. There were clearly more dogs than people. I bend down and squatted next to Roxy. I petted her head and gave her a quick kiss before I took her leash off.
"Have fun." I whispered next to her ear and she ran of. I got up and looked around. My eyes fell on a bench under a tree. I walked over there and took a seat. I searched the park for Roxy. She wasn’t perse the most social dog. Not that she would ever be mean to another dog, but she enjoys sniffing around, observing from a distance, rolling in the grass, sitting in the sun. She looked like me, I too preferred observing from a distance and sitting in the sun. In that moment, that was exactely what we were both doing. The sun was out and despite it only being spring, it was warm. I was glad that the tree provided some shade. I looked up at the clear blue sky and took a deep breath. Quiet moments like this gave me time to think. Think about home, about my family and friends and how much I miss them. Think about the things I missed, like the walks I weekly had with my friend and her dog, or the sunday brunches with my parents. Remembering the people I loved, the little habbits and traditions we had and how I had nothing here but Roxy, made me sad. I usually wasn't the type to get homesick, and I loved my new job and the city I moved to, but it was still hard. Building up a life somewhere completely new, was something I underestimated. From day one I was swamped with work, I was tired when I got home and didn’t feel like going out to meet new people. Meaning that after living here for two months, I still didn’t really know a lot of people, let alone have a real relationship with anyone. I suddenly felt empty and alone. I brought my legs up and crossed them. I bend my head down and looked at my hands and I let the sadness wash over me.
Chris' point of view
I returned to my car to get Dodger. We had lunch at my mum's house and I had just quickly went to the jeweler to give them my watch, since it needed repairing. I knew there was a dog park near the jewelery store, I had noticed it the last time I was here. "Hello buddy, come here." I opened the door of the car and grabbed his leash. He was quick to jump out. I put my sunglasses on and headed towards the park.
"Hold on Dodge, give me a moment to take your leash off." I chuckled to see how excited he was. The second he was free, he ran off. I looked around, there were many people. I hoped I wouldn’t be recognised. The sunglasses combined with my baseball provided me with some anonymity. Whilst looking around the park, to see if any benches were available, I spotted a girl sitting alone on one of the benches. She looked sad, or at least that was the impression I got. She first looked up at the sky and after a moment she crossed her legs and looked at her hands. Without really realising it, I started closing the distance between her and I. Something about her intrigued me. She was wearing a bright red t-shirt, ripped blue jeans and white converse sneakers. Her hair framed her face, strands of her hair were dancing in the cool spring breeze. The sun kissed her skin, she had subtle rosy glow around her cheeks. I was now close enough to see her take a deep breath. I stopped walking when she looked up. Her eyes were roaming the park and she suddenly smiled. A genuine smile. The sadness had disappeared quickly and got replaced with pure, honest joy. I was mesemerized by her smile and I followed her eyes to see what caused this sudden shift in her emotional state. And I saw her looking at Dodger and another dog playing and running around. Seeing her go from sadness to absolute happiness within a second by something so simple was a beautiful sight. I looked back at her, resuming walking over to her and before I knew it, words were slipping my mouth.
“I guess that’s your dog tiring out mine.” She looked up in surprise, indicating she never noticed I was here.
“Or yours is tiring out mine.” Her tone of voice soft, a friendly smile on her face.
“Can I join you?” I pointed at the bench.
“Sure.” She uncrossed her leg and moved a bit to the left side of the bench, so there was more room for me on the right side.
“I’m Chris by the way and that rascal over there is Dodger.” I informed her as I sat down. She giggled at my comment.
“Nice to meet you Chris. I’m Y/N and my little rascal is called Roxy.”
“She has a lot of energy.”
“It’s actually great to see her like this. She has always been pretty reserved, even more so after we moved here. So seeing her playing with your dog is just amazing.”
“When did you move here?”
“About two months ago.”
Y/N point of view
I was simply enjoying the silence, being alone with my own thoughts. Granted, they weren't the happiest of thoughts, until I saw Roxy playing around with another dog. I felt relieved and filled with joy when I saw her running and jumping around with another dog. I was so lost in my own world that I hadn’t noticed the man standing near me. I flinched when he spoke first. I looked up and saw a tall man, broad shoulders, wearing a blue sweater. He had a beard, plump lips and rozy cheeks. But I was unable to see the rest of his facial features. His eyes covered by sunglasses and he was wearing a baseball cap. I could only see some strands of hair escaping from under his cap. He asked to join me on the bench and I was suprised. The man seemed to be interessed in a chat, small talk. Strangely enough it made me nervous, he made me nervous. The stranger looked impressive. Nonetheless, he had a soft, warm voice, one that could make me weak in my knees. A Boston accent noticable, indicating he was a local.
The conversation felt natural, easy. He wanted to know more about me, what I did, my hobbies, where I came from and I started talking about my life, job and home. A strange mixture of joy and sadness washed over me. He noticed it.
"Is it hard being away from home?" He suddenly asked, he sounded so sincere.
"It actually is. I miss my famliy and friends, but I also have time to miss them. My life consists of working, sleeping, eating, walking with Roxy and more working. It has been harder than anticipated to build new friendships. When I see my neighbours I greet them, but they are an elderly couple. I have a good connection with some coworkers and we have met for drinks before, but I can’t really call it a friendship. I talk to my friends and family, but with the time difference the calls have to be scheduled." I took a moment before I continued. "I just somehow thought it would be easier. I even joined a spinning class to meet people, make new friends, but everyone there already went with a friend." I was ranting, my frustration being noticable. I realised my tone and I looked at the stranger sitting on the other side of the bench. "I am sorry, I didn’t mean to go there and drop all of this on you." I signed.
"What? No, don’t be! You needed to do some venting, it is healthy. Better to let it out."
"Thank you." He listened, besides that he was kind, he also had a soothing presence. "So what about you?" He had been asking me questions all this time, being interessed about my life, but I wanted to know more about the impressive man sitting next to me.
"What about me?"
"I have told you all about my job, my hobbies, my love for Roxy and me being all friendless. I only know your name is Chris and that you have a cute dog named Dodger. Seems a bit unfair."
"Well, you apperently love to talk." I heard him chuckle.
"Well, I guess you like to listen." I countered.
"You have a lovely voice and I do rather listen than talk." Both our dogs got up again after some time resting in the sun. I whistled and Roxy started scanning the area for me. When she found me, she sprinted in my direction. Dodger was swift to follow. To my suprise she quickly moved on to Chris after she reached me. She sniffed him cautiously and after a few seconds she wagged her tail.
"I guess I just lost the only friend I have in Boston."
"I guess you just did. She is my friend now. Yes you are!" He cooed at Roxy. Meanwhile, Dodger started sniffing my hands. I petted him and he sat down in front of me. His tail wagging on the ground.
"I think we swapped dogs." He started to laugh. He wasn't chuckling anymore, it was a rich, contagious laugh. I faced him and he was already looking at me. Although his sunglasses kept preventing me from seeing his eyes, I could feel his eyes burning holes in my skin. To break the tension, I continued asking him questions. "So, where are you from?" Despite the fact that I already knew the answer, based on his accent, I thought it better to start with a straight forward question.
"I am from Boston, born and raised."
"So you know a lot about this city and its surroundings?"
"I guess I do. But over the last few years I haven’t been here as much as I wanted to. So I recently took a break and it has given me the time to actually be home again. And honestly, I love it. I have finally taken the time to see my family and friends properly. So I guess my situation is the complete opposite of yours."
"It sounds like it is." We were still looking at each other. I was again crossing my legs, but this time I turned my body a quarter, so I was facing Chris. It felt comfortable, talking to him, laughing with him. The nervousness I had felt earlier when he approached me, was completely gone.
Chris' point of view
She turned to face me, her eyes moving between me and our dogs who were laying at our feet. During our talk I saw her relax. Her shoulders dropping, releasing the tension.
"Did work prevent you from being in Boston?" I wanted to avoid talking about my job, I enjoyed the conversation and her presence. The moment my work was mentioned in a conversation, the atmosphere would chance. So I tried to be as shallow as I could be and divert the direction of this conversation to another topic.
"Yes, I have traveled a lot for work. So being home now and knowing I will be home for awhile, feels great."
"So you already said." She chuckled.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to gloat." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"You didn’t, I am just messing with you." She was petting Roxy, while continuing to look at me. There was definitely a tension in the air. I wanted to get closer to her. I shifted a bit, but I knew I could hardly get closer without it being too noticable.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" She raised her brows in surprise.
"Yeah. It is actually also time to head home. So maybe you could walk with me for a while and tell me a bit about the city." She jumped up and Roxy mimicked her. I put the leash on Dodger and followed her.
"So what way is home?" I asked her. We were standing outside the dog park and she was looking around, turning on the spot.
"I don’t know."
"How do you mean, you don’t know?"
"I mean, I don’t know."
"You don’t know what way home is?" "
No, I literally just took random turns and I ended up here."
"So it was pure chance you got here?"
"Pretty much." She took out here phone and typed in her adress and she was given directions. "That way." She pointed behind me and I could see a smile appearing. We started to walk and we were closer to each other now then we were before sitting on the bench. During our walk we passed a few places I pointed out at her. After some time we reached a good restaurant.
"If you are looking for a good Italian restaurant, this is the place to go."
"My favourite kind of food." She looked at me, a twinkle was seen in her eyes. It was like she was tempting me. I was ready to talk again. "Would y..." Her phone gave us new directions and cut me off, I lost my moment.
"This way." She went to the left and grabbed my forearm and pulled me in the right direction. The second she realised what she did, she let go. "I am sorry."
‘I am not.’ I thought to myself. I could still feel her hand where it had been seconds ago, her fingertips where she had dipped them in my skin. The touch, no matter how short, was electric.
"It was an automatic response I guess." I smiled at her awkwardness. I pointed in the direction she pulled me into moments ago, trying to divert her attention away from her awkwardness. "Come on, it is this way." I chuckled to lighten the mood and when I passed her I bumped into her shoulder on purpose. She signed relieved and the tension left her body, shoulders dropping again. I continued walking, she was swift to follow. I knew the moment we had to say goodbye was approaching. But I wanted to see her again, I had to see her again. I had missed my chance to ask her out for dinner, but I had to try again. I wanted to extend this afternoon together for as long as I could.
"You know, there is a great café around the corner. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee?" I was nervous.
"No." She simply stated, looking straight at me, no emotions shown. My hands started shacking, sweat was breaking out. Did I read the signs wrong?
"Oh, okay" I couldn’t hide my disappointment, I sounded pathetic. I had to pull myself together. She spoke again, interrupting my thoughts. I could see a sly smile plastered on her face, a playfully twinkle in her eyes.
"If you would ask me to join you for a cup of tea, I might say yes." She giggled and the playfull look still visible. I signed, being relieved and hopeful.
"Can I interest you in joing me for a cup of tea Y/N?"
A/N: Thanks so much for reading this little one shot! Feedback is always appriciated! So come talk to me if you’d like, my inbox is open!
Best Friends Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 12*)
Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning: Fluff, SMUT 18+ ONLY, Angst, Language
You woke up the next day with the feeling of something heavy across your abdomen. You look down to Chris’ arm draped across your stomach. You looks to the side and see Chris fast asleep his head resting on his hand, lips parted ever so slightly.
You roll over to face him, moving gently to avoid waking him. You lie there and just watch him for a while. You notice a strand on his hair out of place, so you instinctively brush it back into place. You hear Chris sigh in content as you hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his beard. He begins to shift, leaning into your touch. You see a smile pulling at his lips as his eyes flutter open. His bright blue eyes set their sights on yours and the small grin on his face grows into a larger one.
“Mornin’” he drawls sleep still evident in his voice.
“Morning” you smile back at him before leaning over to press your lips to his.
Chris smiles into the kiss, his hand finding your face and he moved to hover over you. He kisses you deeply as you wrap your arms around his shoulders keeping him there.
You were then interrupted by someone ringing the doorbell. Making Chris drop his head with a sigh.
“Fuck sake, let me go get rid of whoever it is” Chris grumbled getting up from the bed.
You roll to your side and watch him grab some grey sweatpants and a top quickly putting them on. You smirk as you watch him. As he turns to leave he spots you watching him.
“What?” He chuckles looking over at you confused.
“Nothing, just admiring the view” you smirk making him chuckle.
He walks over to you leaning over to press his lips against yours before heading out. You lie back on the bed smiling to yourself as you looked up at the ceiling.
“Scott! What are you doing here!” Chris calls out loud enough for you to hear making you heart stop for a moment.
Panicking you quickly get up from the bed. grabbing your bikini from the floor as you ran, well stumbled into Chris’ closet. Your legs were a tad weak from the night before.
You try to listen out to hear what the two of them were talking about, but you couldn’t hear a thing. You were just grateful Chris was loud enough initially, so you had some warning. Whether that was his intention, or he was just that shocked you had no clue.
You started to shiver since you were no longer cocooned in bed with your human water bottle. So you grabbed some of Chris’ clothes to wear, they were a good substitute but nothing like the real thing.
After what felt like an hour you heard someone’s footsteps as they walked into Chris’ room. Since you had no way of knowing who it was, you hid further into Chris’ closet hiding between the clothes just to be safe.
The closet door opened, and your breath hitched, scared you were about to be caught by Scott.
“(Y/N)?” You hear Chris say making you breathe a sigh of relief.
You step out from your hiding spot and see Chris stood in the door his eyebrow raised.
“I wasn’t sure if it was you or Scott, so I hid” you explain walking over to him.
He looks down at you with a smirk, taking in your choice of outfit. His fiddles with the hem of the top as he pulls you closer.
“I got cold without my human hot water bottle” you explain making him laugh.
“Sorry I completely forgot I’d said Scott could borrow something and to come round today and grab it” Chris tells you with a small sigh.
“It’s okay, I doubt he knew I was here” you tell him resting your hand on his chest.
“No I covered you, he did notice your cover up though” he tells you making you gasp, and your hands fly to your mouth.
“Shit what did he say?” You ask him worried.
“He was confused but I said that you’d forgotten it when you left, and I said I texted you to let you know and you were going to swing by later” Chris explains making you bite your lip anxiously.
“And he brought that?” You ask him uncertain.
“Yeah he did I promise, don’t worry about it” Chris reassures you kissing you on the top of your head, before taking your hand and leading you out of the closet.
“Good, now I think I want a shower” you say with a small smirk.
Chris nods his head oblivious to what you actually meant “yeah of course go ahead, I’ll make breakfast” Chris says turning to leave.
You grab his hand stopping him and he looks back at you eyebrow raised in question.
“You could probably do with a shower to” you tell him, but he still appears clueless.
“It’s fine I’ll grab one after you’re done or in the other bathroom or something” he says shrugging his shoulders.
You laugh shaking your head at him which makes him look back at you even more confused.
“I mean, why don’t you join me?” You ask biting your lip slightly.
His eyes widen momentarily before he starts grinning grabbing you by the waist pulling you towards him as he crashes his lips onto yours.
You pull out of the kiss and take his hand leading him into the bathroom. You barely step over the threshold of the bathroom before Chris spins you around and kisses you. You smile into the kiss as your hands find the hem of the top Chris was wearing and pulling it upwards. Chris helps you remove it before leaning into the shower to turn it on.
As he did so you removed your own top and bottoms. When Chris turned back to you, you grabbed his waistband using it to pull him towards you. You press your lips to his before turning to step past him into the shower.
As the water hit you, you brush your hair out of your face and wait for Chris to join you. You didn’t have to wait long before Chris stepped into the shower. You glanced down to see his erection standing tall, condom already in place.
“And I thought you misunderstood me” you smirk wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
“I did initially but don’t you worry darlin’ were on the same page now” he smirks leaning down to capture your lips.
His hands find the back of your thighs, lifting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He then starts kissing you down your neck and onto your chest. Your breathing becomes heavier as he wraps his lips around your sensitive peak, his tongue flicking it gently.
“Chris-“ you breathe out, you didn’t need to say anymore. Chris knew exactly what you wanted. What you needed. He already knew how to play you like his favourite instrument.
His lips find yours once more as he line’s himself up with your entrance. As you sink down onto him, you swallow each other’s moans. You both still for a moment, him allowing you to get comfortable. When you started to roll your hips, he instantly moaned and bucked up into you. You soon become a moaning mess, burying your head in the crook on his neck in an attempt to muffle your moans. Chris picked up the speed, snapping his hips up to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping together echoed around you, alongside the Chris’ moans and your whimpers.
You could feel the coil tightening to the point of no return, and there was no way to hold yourself back. You became a moaning mess, going practically limp in Chris’ arms as your orgasm rocked through your body. If it wasn’t for his hands on your thigh and back, you probably would have collapsed completely.
He continued to thrust into you as you came undone. Chasing his own orgasm with vigour. You clenching and pulsated around him pushed him over the edge once more as he came, slowly stuttering to a stop.
The both of you pant as you come down from your highs, Chris nudges your head with his nose. Getting you to look up at him, he smiles down at you before kissing you sweetly.
As he pulls out of you, you feel empty inside. But the sweet taste of his lips on yours was enough. He slowly lowers you down, holding you steady when your wobbly legs fail to hold you up.
He chuckles at you pressing a kiss to your shoulders.
“Just lean on me” he whispers turning you around so your back pressed against his chest. His arm around your abdomen supportively.
You sigh in content resting your head back, allowing the warm water to run over your body. You then feel Chris rub soap over shoulders. You look up at him over your shoulder and see him smiling at you. You move to help but he stops you.
“Let me repay the favour” he says quietly his lips brushing over your ear.
You completely relax in his arms as he massaged soap over your body. You could almost fall asleep when he started washing your hair. It was complete bliss.
When he was done, and your legs were much steadier you quickly returned the favour. You ignored his protest, which quickly stopped when you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging in the shampoo.
When the both of you stepped out the shower you felt so relaxed. You were sat on the edge of his bed as you dried your hair.
“So what do you wanna do today?” Chris asks walking over to you, now fully dressed, his hair still slightly damp.
“We could head back to mine, I’m supposed to be grabbing this anyway” you say grabbing your cover up.
“Sounds great mind if I bring a pal along?” Chris asks with a small smirk.
You raise a brow at him slightly confused “I have to admit I was hoping it will be just you and me” you say slowly.
Chris shrugs his shoulders with a small smirk “Don’t worry dodger is a good boy, you’ll barely notice him” he chuckles making you laugh.
“You better go grab him then, and I’ll see you over there. You better not keep me waiting” you smirk standing up grabbing all you things.
“Don’t you worry about that” Chris smirks as you head out.
When you got back to your house you got changed into some comfy clothes which consisted of leggings and one of Chris’ jumpers.
You were sorting out some snacks when you heard a knock on your front door. Barely containing your excitement you rushed over to the door.
As soon as you opened it dodger jumped up at you excitedly as if he hadn’t seen you in weeks. You let the two of them in giving dodger the attention he wanted before greeting Chris with a kiss.
The two of you spent the next few hours relaxing together. You could easily imagine the two of you doing this sort of stuff every day. Domestic bliss. Even when you made lunch you moved together in perfect harmony as if you’d been doing it for years.
As the day stretched into the evening the two of you cosied up together to watch movies. Dodger of course didn’t want to be left out lying across both of your laps. He was clearly comfortable though as you could hear his small snores. As the movie you were currently watching ended you turned to Chris.
“Snacks or dinner?” You ask him.
You watch him ponder for a moment, visibly weighing up the options.
“If I say dinner, would you let me help?” He asks with a small smile.
“Maybe a little” you smirk making him laugh.
“Dinner it is then” he says gently waking dodger and moving him off your laps.
The two of you made your way into the kitchen to start preparing dinner and once again it was domestic bliss.
“Do you have any scissors to open this?” Chris asks holding up a sauce packet.
“Um I do in my office, should be on my desk or in one of the drawers” you tell him as you chopped veg.
“Cool I’ll be right back” Chris smiles heading out of the kitchen.
When you were alone you allow your mind starts to replay the last couple days. You could feel your heart flutter and your smile grow. God you loved this, you loved Chris. So goddamn much. You could feel yourself starting to fantasise about a future you could have with him.
You were so lost in your fantasies that you hadn’t even heard him return until his spoke.
“What is this?” He asks his voice small.
His restrained tone was enough to pull you out of your daydreams. You furrow your brows in confusion and worry when you see his downcast gaze and clenched jaw.
You follow his gaze and see a pad of paper in his hands, you feel your heartbeat quicken as you dread that it was what you thought it was.
When he turned it over to show the pro and con list you’d written weeks ago when you were debating whether a relationship with him was a good idea or not.
“(Y/N)-“ he pushes, and you could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Chris it’s not what it looks like” you start holding your hands up to try and calm him.
“Not what it looks like? It looks like a list of all the different reasons not to be with me” he states, and you could tell he was trying to restrain his anger.
“Chris-“ you start hoping you could explain it.
“Do you really think all these things about me?” He interrupts his voice wavering slightly.
You stutter unable to find the right words, the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking even if you could think of the right words.
Chris sighs shaking his head dropping the pad of paper on the side. The sharp sound making you flinch.
“You know I thought you’d be able to look past everything, the past. But it’s pretty clear you can’t, its right there in black and white” he states pointing over at the paper accusingly.
“Was everything you said a lie? Were you lying when you said you loved me?” He asks his voice breaking, looking away from you but you didn’t miss the red tinge in his eyes.
“Chris no-“ you say feeling to your own tears threatening to fall.
“Because I wouldn’t ever break your heart, I’ve never wanted that and never will, because I love you (Y/N) always have” Chris says turning back to you.
“But you clearly don’t feel the same way” he sighs turning away and walking out of the kitchen.
“Chris wait” you call out following him out.
“Chris please wait” you beg tears now streaming down your face as you watch Chris grab dodger and leave.
You watched as he got in his car and drove away. You completely broke down as he pulled away. The best relationship you ever had was completely ruined because of a stupid list you wrote drunk and upset.
I had a Chris dream and I don't remember much but what I do remember was GLORIOUS. He and I and bunch of other people (including Hemsworth) were staying at an airbnb or something, and Hemmy and I were sitting on the couch. Then Chris walked in, and he'd shaved off his beard but kept the MUSTACHE, but he was all bashful about it. He was like, "It's for a role, that's why it's a bit uneven", but it was beautiful and I told him as much, and then he started blushing like a big ol' cutie. So I was like "Come here" and motioned for him to sit down in front of me on the couch, and I wrapped around him like a koala from the back and nuzzled his back and told him how pretty he was and how great the stache looked on him, and he just crumbled Sebastian-style, it was the CUTEST THING. And then Hemmy whispered in my ear "He likes that you like it" and I was like "Yeah no shit." It was great 💗
He looked like this but with less questionable hair and his back was so broad and warm 🥺
series summary: Chris Evans had been single for a while now and had been constantly feeling the pressure to settle down from friends, family and the press. One day, Lisa Evans comes in contact with a Harvard professor and immediately realizes that she would be "the one" for her son. This series goes through the events of their relationship, including the good and the bad.
warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger) angst, fluff, smut (each chapter will contain their own warnings)
authors notes: each chapter is a stand-alone fic. you can read them in any order but the series will be listed in chronological order of their relationship. i will be adding new parts periodically.
also works marked with an asterisk (*) contain sexual content, minors do not interact
i do not allow the reposting, rewriting or translating of my fics. these are works of my own and i do not give permission for any of the acts stated above. please respect my wishes.
Love At First Sight (coming soon)
summary: how the two of you came to meet and how you both instantly fell in love with another.
Making You Mine (wip)
summary: you and chris have your first date.
Relinquishing Control*** (wip)
summary: after a few months of dating, you finally decide to open up to Chris completely about your taboo sexual desires. how will he take it knowing he's going to have to give up the reins that he holds so dear?
Lost Without You*
summary: chris loved you with all of his heart, so why did he have to push you away from him? could he ever win back your heart and get you to forgive him?
Redeeming Myself (wip)
summary: after breaking your heart and losing your trust, chris makes it his mission to prove to you how much you mean to him. (follow up to Lost Without You)
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