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time-for-a-lullaby · 9 hours ago
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I’m Just An Assistant - Series (In Progress)
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Chris Evans x Female Reader
Summary: You’re Chris’s assistant and have been for a few years. You know him better than he knows himself and your playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.
A/N: There will be at least one more part, possibly two. They just haven’t been completed/named yet 🙂
Part 1 - Glorified Babysitter (3.5k)
Part 2 - ‘The Florence Pugh Face’ (coming 9/22)
Part 3 - Birthday Enchiladas (coming 9/24)
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bonky-n-steeb · 22 hours ago
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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (𝗶)
𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙢 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
[𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝘂]
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || When you face deportation, you convince your assistant Ransom to marry you in return for a promotion. But there are two things you don’t know: second, he is the grandson of your boss and first, you’re going to play by his rules.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut, angst, fluff, manipulation, happy ending. MINORS PLEASE DNI !
I got this idea while watching The Proposal with my mom. Ransom is going to be his usual asshole self in this unlike the sweet Andrew in the movie. So is the whole Thrombey family. But don’t worry it’s gonna be fluffy and funny!
I’m so excited for this and I hope you guys like it!!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
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Your heels clacked on the floor in the tune you had perfected. The moment you stepped foot in the office, all the chatter died down and everyone quickly buried their faces into their work.
You smirked faintly and walked into your glass cabin. They really thought you didn’t have any idea of their antics but you actually very well did know all of their tactics.
How Hugh secretly typed out ‘the witch is coming’ and everyone started furiously typing on their computers. How the entire office paid attention to every small conversation you had.
Being the editor-in-chief of Blood Like Wine publishing house was no small feat. And you had admirers as well as haters and by now, you were well adjusted with both the kinds.
As you took your seat, Hugh followed you inside. Seeing him empty handed, you pursed your lips, “Where’s my coffee?” You asked titling your head. “It accidentally spilt while coming here.”
“Is this one of your new excuses?” You could eye the coffee coloured spot on his signature cream sweater but what could you say, you loved riling him up. He clenched his jaw and breathed deeply before answering,
“I’m sure you aren’t blind ma’am and you can very well see the proof.” Only Hugh Drysdale could call you ma’am with such venom. “You should probably write it in your resume you know, the way you call me ma’am. Right next to certified asshole.”
He chuckled dryly before biting his lower lip. “Well, I’ll give you my resume to fill next time. I’m pretty sure you’ll make it the best one ever.” You raised your eyebrows as you smiled. “Yeah yeah. I would. Now get out of my office.”
This was the perfect summarisation of the relation you had with Hugh. That man was something entirely else. He walked as if he owned this entire company and wore those infuriatingly comfortable sweaters and drove a fucking Beamer.
You were pretty sure he had told you to call him something else on the first day but you had always gone with Hugh, which he absolutely hated. But you did remember something he had told you back then, he had taken this job to impress his grandfather.
You didn’t know what exactly that meant, but you knew he had a love hate relationship with his family. You did eavesdrop on his calls sometimes and he rarely seemed to be happy talking to them.
While he might be a usual pain in the ass, he did his job surprisingly well. He did exactly what was necessary, not a bit more not a bit less. Despite his arrogance, he was a good assistant.
Shaking your head at the enigma Hugh was, you decided to start with your daily work. You had just begun going through with a manuscript when a knock at your door disturbed you.
It was Ana, Walt Thrombey’s assistant. “So what brings you here?” You asked twirling a pen in your hand. Walt didn’t understand shit of this business, he was just warming the seat of CEO because this company belonged to his dad.
On the other hand, Harlan Thrombey was one of the best people you had ever met. Surprisingly he was a funny and approachable man who had a knack for mischief. When you first joined, you didn’t expect to become such a good friend of Harlan.
“Sir wants to talk with you.” She quickly chirped. “About what?” You genuinely didn’t have any idea what he wanted to talk about. “No idea. It’s just urgent.” Nodding once, she walked out.
Sliding the manuscript back on the table, you exited the office. Once again everyone got busy in their work and you were pretty sure it was Hugh’s doing. You chewed your inner cheeks as you walked up to Walt’s cabin.
“You called me?” He was staring out of the window when you entered. Some days you wondered if you were the only one who actually worked in this place. “Yeah. It’s been an absolute pleasure to have you working here. You are one of the most dedicated, hardworking…”
You stopped him from going any further. “Wait. Why are you talking like that?” He sighed dramatically before continuing, “Your visa has expired. You are going to be… deported.”
You pursed your lips and stared at the corner of the room. “Is there any way I could stop this?” Looking at Walt’s demeanour you were sure he wanted you gone but there was no harm trying. “Not many ways, really. We’ll miss you.”
No you won’t, you thought to yourself. Your brain was working million miles per minute trying to find any solution. If you went back, all your hard work would go down the drain. No no no, there had to be some way.
Just then Hugh walked in, “A client is calling you.” He didn’t even knock and you couldn’t get more frustrated. “Really? You don’t even have the manners to knock?” You screamed at his face.
A thing about him, which annoyed you as well as interested you, was that he never really got angry at you. Whenever you shouted at him, he just smirked to your face and retorted back calmly.
He folded his thick arms and leaned back against the door, “Wow. Is some drama going on because then spill the tea.” But you weren’t the only one who was irritated by Hugh.
“You’d like to know wouldn’t you? You good for nothing prick, get the fuck out of my office.” You didn’t know why but Walt always lost his shit at the instant he saw Hugh.
You were about to support Walt, but then you saw Hugh. Like you really saw Hugh. He was a piece of work for sure, but he was American! And you did have an ace card over him.
You knew the idea that brewed in your head was bad. Illegal even. But then you were desperate and Hugh wasn’t a man to be pitied. Walking closer to him, you linked your hands together.
“Walt, I would’ve gone back and left all this. But then I have to tell you something. I and Hugh are… getting married!” You said with a fake laugh as you patted Hugh’s surprisingly hard abs.
You hadn’t ever seen him so dumbstruck before. He smiled at Walt for a whole minute before your words settled in. “Um…. What?” His face was a combination of disbelief and shock.
“Just go ahead with it. I could make you the editor.” You whispered in his ear so Walt couldn’t hear you. Hugh went still at the mention of being an editor. You didn’t know why, but that man was dying to become one. And it was probably the only reason he tolerated you.
“You… are marrying… her! Are you fucking kidding me?” Walt looked even more shocked than Hugh. “Yes. We are marrying, aren’t we Hugh?” Walt let out a loud sarcastic laugh, “She calls you Hugh and you are going to marry her?”
That wasn’t the reaction you had expected out of Walt. You had expected him to be shocked because you were going to marry your assistant. But it very much wasn’t the case. He was rather surprised that Hugh was marrying you.
Ransom desperately wanted to be an editor. Harlan had made it very clear with him, he had to work as your assistant and if you made him an editor then, and only then would he get the part of his inheritance.
Ransom had thought this challenge to be stupid and too simple. But oh, how wrong he was. You were strict and uptight. And no matter what he did, you never said one nice word to him. And he was pretty sure you weren’t ever going to promote him.
But this chance, this could be it for him. All he had to do was pretend in your stupid plan and get all that he wanted. Once you made him the editor and he got his inheritance, he wouldn’t ever show up to work in this stupid little company.
“Yes. Yes. We are… going to marry each other.” He placed his hand on your hips and pulled you closer. His body was warm and oddly comforting. “It wasn’t supposed to happen, but we are in love.”
“Love is a very complex, intriguing, stupid yet the most… beautiful thing to happen to us. Isn’t it Hugh?” Walt was just staring slack jawed at this point. “Absolutely. I love you, my sweet sweet boss.”
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“What the fuck was that?” Ransom demanded the moment you both entered your cabin. “Calm down big boy, I’ll explain it to ya.” You said condescendingly as you slumped back into your chair.
After a good ten minutes, Ransom finally understood your position. He didn’t express it, but he liked the plan. Not only was he getting leverage over you, he would also be getting his money. “So if I say no… you’ll be fucked.” He stated plainly.
“Yes I would be totally fucked. But then so would you be, just think of all that you’ve done for me and how it would be waste. And how disappointed your granddad would be with you. But…”
You paused for the effect before continuing, “If you agreed to be my husband, your dream of becoming an editor would come true and also you’d impress your grandfather.”
“So you do pay attention to the things I say.” Ransom didn’t really expect you to remember that one time he had told you about his granddad. He hadn’t really told you who he was, or what the actual deal was.
“A pro tip, don’t call me Hugh because no one except you does. Call me Ransom.” Ahh, right that’s what he had told you to call him on that first day. You couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up within you.
“Really? Ransom? Did your parents actually name you that?” He nodded in agreement. “You people would do anything to be unique wouldn’t you? Like if you were kidnapped what would the kidnapper say?
Give us ransom in exchange of Ransom. It sounds so stupid.” Ransom wanted to be angry with you, he really did. Nobody made fun of his precious name. But then seeing you truly laugh made him wanted to tell you his name over and over again so that you’d laugh again.
No Ransom get a grip of yourself, he mentally chastised himself. What was he even thinking? He didn’t like you, at all. He prayed that you would fracture your leg and wouldn’t come to work almost every night. “Haha so funny.”
“Okay okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh at your name. But I know someone else with that name too. Do you know Mr. Thrombey’s grandson’s name is Ransom too?” You hadn’t ever met him but from Harlan’s over all approach, he was a trust fund prick who was overtly loved by his family.
Ransom bit his lips with excitement. He wanted to see your face when you’d realise who he actually was. Earlier he had planned to drop the bomb on the day he resigned and make a grand exit. But now he had changed his plans.
“So… are you ready to be my husband?” Ransom sighed and shook his head. “Ask me nicely.” The man and his arrogance. “Mr. Hugh Ransom Drysdale will you marry me?”
“I heard you gotta get down on your knees while proposing properly.” He was gonna be the death of you. Huffing out a breath, you somehow managed to bent down on your knees in your heels and dress.
“Ransom, will you make me the luckiest woman alive by marrying me?” Ransom gasped, faking surprise and placed his palms on his mouth. “Oh my god!” The entire office had collected outside of your cabin with their faces sticking to the glass to see the show.
He nodded like he was staring in those surprise proposal videos. He might have been a better actor, you thought to yourself. Still carrying on with his terrific act, Ransom finally answered,
“Yes!”
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bucksfucks · 17 hours ago
Award show after party? Iconic
Close friends party? Fuck
it’s the closeness and intimacy of chris with a beer in one hand and you in the other as you both float around the party but chris cannot keep his eyes off of you.
he gets that hazy, almost tired almost drunk look in his eyes before you’re pressed against the wall in the hallways as chris presses hot, open mouthed kisses to your neck.
whispering “no one’ll know. c’mon, baby. been thinkin’ of buryin’ myself in ya all night.” before you’re in the bathroom. his hand is over your mouth as you’re digging your fingernails into his back.
praising you and even though he’s muffling your moans, he isn’t muffling his own. “fuck baby girl. feel s’good. s’always just you and me.” and everyone knows what’s going on before you’re in the backseat of an uber with his hands all over you whispering “can’t wait to taste you and have you fallin’ apart under me all night long.”
and there’s so many low quality pictures of the both of you on twitter the next morning
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jobean12-blog · an hour ago
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Sweater Weather
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader
Word Count: 960
Summary: You and Ransom are roommates. It’s officially sweater weather and you want his but he can be such a dick. 
Author’s Note: This is my first Ransom fic and it really was inspired by two things: my lovely friend Cassie and her amazing Storybook collection and her Ransom pieces, you can read them HERE @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms and this gorgeous edit by my lovely friend @nix-akimbo I love Ransom with a beard. I love beards haha Hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Happy Fall! Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: cursing, teasing, flirting, implied smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Edit NOT MINE: this beautiful edit is by @nix-akimbo thank you so much love🥰
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“I want it Ransom.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and purses his lips. “No.”
“You’re such a prick.”
“No, I’m not! Why should I give you my sweater!” he shouts when you turn on your heel and stomp off.
“It’s sweater weather and I want it,” you whine.
He grabs your shoulder and spins you around to face him.
“I’ll buy you all the sweaters you want,” he tells you, now smirking.
“I don’t want a new sweater. I want yours,” you argue.
“But it’s mine!” he retorts, throwing up his hands.
You poke your finger into his chest, hard, and get in his face. “You’re a selfish little shit!”
He leans in closer and you’re enveloped by the scent of him. It only makes you angrier.
“I don’t understand why it has to be mine. You know I love this sweater,” he says, a bit more gently now.
“This one is soft and cozy and…” your words trail off and you dip your head.
You play with the hem of your shirt, considering your next words carefully. Ransom’s fingers delicately touch your chin and he lifts your gaze to his.
“And?” he asks, eyebrows raised.
You let out a small huff and surrender. “It smells like you.”
He contemplates your admission, his eyes searching your face before lingering on your lips. His features soften into a sweet smile but it’s quickly replaced with his signature cocky grin.
“So, you like the way I smell, huh sweetheart?”
“UGH!!!” you grumble. “I knew I shouldn’t have said that!”
With a sigh of defeat, you wave him off and walk out of the room. He stands there and watches you leave, his forehead furrowed in quiet reflection.
The next day you wake up to the sun shining and a cool breeze coming in through the window. You head to the kitchen to make coffee and on the way you spot Ransom’s cream-colored sweater laying over the back of the couch.
You look around, quietly peeking down the hallway to check Ransom’s room. The door of his bedroom is closed so you go back and grab the sweater from the couch. You lift it to your nose and inhale, his musky scent filling your nostrils.
You take off the large tee shirt you went to sleep in and replace it with Ransom’s sweater. The plush fabric caresses your skin and it makes you smile. Ransom shouldn’t be up for another hour so you have plenty of time to make breakfast and enjoy being cozy.
Just as you flip your pancake in the pan, Ransom’s deep voice rumbles across the kitchen.
“What are you wearing?” he asks.
At first you don’t turn around and continue working on your pancake but you can feel him move closer until he’s standing right behind you.
“I was cold,” is your answer.
You plate the pancake and brush past him to grab the syrup from the refrigerator. Ransom is hot on your heels and when you close the refrigerator door he grabs the syrup from your hand and places it on the counter.
“HEY! I was gonna use that!” you screech.
Ransom cages you against the door, his arms resting on either side of your head.
“You have your own sweaters if you’re cold,” he states.
“Move Ransom. I’m hungry!”
“Give it back,” he growls.
“NO!”
“What do you mean NO?! It’s MINE!”
“Maybe you shouldn’t leave your shit all over the apartment!” you snap. “You weren’t wearing it! It was thrown over the couch!”
“Well now I wanna wear it!” he counters with a sassy lift of his eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? Is that what you want Ransom? You want to wear it now that I’m wearing it?”
He nods, gazing at you with triumph in his eyes.
“Fine,” you simper. “You always get what you want anyway.”
With languid movements you slide your hands down his sweater and hook your fingers under the hem. You pull it up, first revealing the lace of your nude underwear.
You hear Ransom’s breath hitch and a low “fuck,” slip passed his lips. It makes you grin.
The skin of your stomach is slowly exposed as you slide the soft fabric higher, giving him one last brazen look before you lift it completely over your head.
“Here’s your sweater Ransom.”
You smash it into his hard chest and slip under his arm, sauntering off in nothing but your underwear. But before you get very far his large hand closes around your wrist and he tugs you to him.
“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” he rasps, blatantly checking you out.
“To put some clothes on because my roommate is an asshole and won’t let me wear his sweater!” you sass.
“I’ll do you one better,” he starts, delicately ghosting his fingertips along your collarbone.
“Why don’t you let me help you out of these,” he says as his fingers continue downward until they dance along the waistband of your underwear.
“How does that do me any good?” you interrupt, grabbing his wrist to still his hand.
“I know you didn’t just pull that little move to walk away from me,” he warns. “Come on kitten. I know you want me to fuck you.”
You tighten your grip on his wrist and guide his hand, sliding it under the delicate lace. “Tell you what. I’ll let you fuck me if you let me have your sweater.”
His fingers dip lower until they slip through the wetness between your legs. He closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he makes a satisfied groan.
“Fine,” he grits out, teasing you with fingers. “But just that one. You want anything else you’re gonna have to work for it.”
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nix-akimbo · 17 hours ago
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@daytonsferrari do him then
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softpeanut · 18 hours ago
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Steves post to Scott ❤️😭
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mysticalrambling · 17 hours ago
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Ending It All (Alternate Ending)
A/N: This is an alternate ending for those who wanted the reader and Chris to end up back together, This series have officially come to an end so thank you so much for all your support guys. I am open to blurb requests and I would love it if you send some requests. I’ll be happy to write about them. Love you guys🤍
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Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)
Summary: You break up with Tom because the kids call him dad and you just didn’t want anyone to take Chris’s place. Chris comes over and you both confess that you still love each other. You get back together and the kids are really happy about it.
Warnings: Angst and fluff.
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“Hey. What happened?” Chris asked as soon as you opened the door with tears running down her face.
“I’m sorry for calling you at this time. It’s just- I just-” Unable to continue your sentence, you buried your face in your hands and let out a gut wrenching sob.
“Come here, darling.” Gently taking you in to his arms, he led you to the couch. Once you calmed down a little, he spoke again. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I broke up with Tom.”
“Why?”
The whole day was still running through your mind like it was still happening. Tom had come to your house to take you and the kids to dinner. You had been dating for almost a year now and it had been baby steps. You still had feelings for Chris and even though you wanted to move on, you couldn’t. He was still the love of your life and you were afraid that he might always be.
You liked Tom but you didn’t know if you would ever love him. He was a really nice person with a great personality but he might not be the one for you. However, there was always a chance that if you spend more time with you would fall in love with him. Your kids loved him and he would be a perfect life partner. At least, that’s how you kept convincing yourself to be in that relationship.
“Darling, you need to tell me. I’m worried here.” The little frown on his forehead told you how concerned he actually was.
“Mia called him daddy. I couldn’t-” Hearing your daughter address Tom with that word tore your heart apart. No one deserved that title more than your ex husband. He may have not wanted you but he was a damn good father to your children.
“Uh, okay. It’s okay. I could have talked to Mia about it.”
“It’s not that. I don’t want my children to ever assume that they have another father.”
Chris was shocked at your outburst. He thought that you were moving on and he knew that the children liked Tom. There was a possibility that they would start addressing Tom as dad and he had come to terms with it. It was all his fault so he was ready to face the karma.
“Just take a deep breath and tell me what you are feeling right now.”
Wiping the tears away, you spoke with a slightly broken voice. “I don’t want my children to have another father. Hell, I don’t want another man or husband in my life.”
“(Y/N), it’s okay if you’re not ready right now.” Even though it had been almost three years till your divorce, he understood that you might not be ready to move on. He was not so he knew how you must be feeling.
“That’s just the point. I don’t want anyone else.”
“’kay.” Chris was confused as to where this was going and he didn’t want to assume anything.
“God, I’m so pathetic.”
“Hey, hey.” Making you face her, he talked in a soothing voice. “You can be honest with me.”
“You don’t want me and I am still pining over you.”
“(Y/N), I-”
“I don’t have any self respect because I still want to be in your life. I still love you even though three years have passed by.”
Still sitting on his knees on the floor, he saw you pacing around the living room. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You still wanted him. You still wanted to be with him after all the things he had done. After all the crap he put you through. This all felt like dream.
You were still blabbering and Chris just got up from his place and kissed you. Startled, you didn’t respond at first but then you closed your eyes and responded. This was what you were talking about. The kiss was magical and no one made you feel like that.
“Listen, darling. I love you too and I regret tearing us apart from the moment I did it. I was a fool for ever thinking that I could ever live without you. I just want my family back.”
With tears in your eyes, you smiled at him. “We’re going to take this slow but we can tell the kids tomorrow that we’re getting back together.” You wanted to work on your relationship and not just dive back in. You wanted to do it right this time.
“Whatever you say darlin’.” Pecking you on your lips, he mumbled against your lips. “Want to kiss the children goodbye.”
“You can sleep with me but nothing else.”
“I promise.”
“Let’s go to our kids now.”
Walking up to their joined room, you both leaned down and kissed Jace and Mia on their foreheads one by one. Chris picked up their pillows from the floor and raised their heads to place it underneath them. You covered them with their blankets and gently closed their bedroom door.
You slept peacefully that night with your lover’s arms wrapped around you. It was the best sleep that you had in the past three years. You knew that everything was going to be okay and you were going to be happy. Your family was finally going to be okay.
“Mommy! Daddy! You’re both here!” Two excited voices woke you both up from your sleep and simultaneous jumping on the bed.
“Guys, stop.” Chris got up and took them both in his lap. “Inner voices.”
“Sorry, daddy.”
“I want some cuddles now.” Both the kids snuggled in to their father’s chest and laid back down with him. This was your family’s routine every morning before the divorce and your chest was bursting out of happiness when you saw the routine in place. “Get in here, (Y/N). The hug is incomplete without you.”
“Okay but just for ten minutes and then we’ll have breakfast.”
“Okay, mommy.” The collective response from all three of them made you laugh out loud and you playfully hit your husband’s chest.
“Love you guys.” Murmuring the sentence emotionally, he tightened his arms around his little family.
He never thought that he would get you all back. He thought he had lost you all and he would be left alone. But you are giving him a chance and he was so lucky to have you. He was okay with taking things slow because he knew there were many things that needed to be worked out. However, you all were together right now and that’s what matters.
“We love you too.” You all kissed him one by one and just laid there in each other’s arms. It was blissful and everything was going to be okay.
Hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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A/N: I loved writing this series so much. It might be one of my best works yet so hope you guys love it. Tell me how you feel about this series.Once again,  I’m open to requests. 
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forchrisevans · 4 hours ago
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I got a video from youtube, but i think original video is deleted now😞 here is other link if you don't care very big... water mark😅
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d3vil-is-my-sugg4rd4ddy · 13 hours ago
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Why do you have to be so cute? make it impossible not to love you deeply
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bucksfucks · 17 hours ago
Been thinking about Chris & actress!reader all day
Wanna get railed in the bathroom at some party by him
im so whipped for chris and actress!reader 😩
are we talking him fucking you at an award show after party or like a close friends party 👀
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allthingschrisevans · 17 hours ago
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he looks so damn good and THE HAIR
i can‘t it‘s just too much for me 😩
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time-for-a-lullaby · 30 minutes ago
Can we have a sneaky peaky?👀
SNEAK PEAK!
I'm Just an Assistant - Pt. 2 ('The Florence Pugh' Face)
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He pulled you from your thoughts, “What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, resting your chin against your folded arms, “Nothing.”
He let out a sarcastic laugh and sat up, pointing at you, “Liar. You’re doing the face.”
“Face? What face?”
“That, the Florence Pugh face.” he gestured to the over-exaggerated frown on his face, “You’re doing the Florence Pugh face.”
You shook your head, “I am doing no such thing,” you huffed. You knew what face he was talking about. He used to call it your ‘deep-in-thought’ face, but after you saw Midsommer together, he started calling it the ‘Florence Pugh face’.
You leaned over, trying to snag more Cheetos but he grabbed the bag, holding it out of your reach, “You can get more Cheetos when you tell me what’s wrong.”
“That’s just cruel. You can’t withhold Cheetos from someone who is as high as I am. That’s not fair. I need them,” you whined, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.
He laughed, sitting up so you were facing each other and put the bag in between you, “Fine. Just because that was cute.”
“Mmm, don’t do that.” you laughed, grabbing a handful and shoving them into your mouth.
“Do what?” He asked, crossing his legs.
You shook your head, “Call me cute,” you replied, your mouth still full of Cheetos.
“Don’t do cute things and I won’t call you cute.”
You rolled your eyes, “Chris. You’re so full of shit.”
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twiddlebirdlet · 13 hours ago
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Chris wishing a young fan happy birthday (X).
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