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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 1

Summary: Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family, and Chris happens to be her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, neighbour included. Though in my case, mine is very cute and very hot. And handsome. The most handsome man I have ever seen. And his name is Rúben.

Author's note: This story has been finished and waiting in my drafts since 2022. I wrote it as a new and different version of "The Nanny Diaries" (my story with Ben Chilwell) because I didn't like it, and then I ended not liking this one either 🙈 But time passed, I read it again recently, thought it was cute… And here we are, having now both of them posted when they weren't supposed to 😅 I hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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Have you ever watched this movie Scarlett Johansson and Chris Evans did before Marvel called “The Nanny Diaries”? It's about a girl, Scarlett's character, who finds herself working as a nanny for a very rich family with a spoiled kid and Chris is her hot and very cute neighbour. And something very similar is what has happened to me, but let's start from the beginning.

My entire life was designed to achieve one goal: become the best piano player in the country. Or in the continent if my father got too excited. And since I can remember, I've been glued to one.

While my friends were going out to the park, I was going to my teacher's house to practice. While my friends were meeting to go shopping or watch a movie at the cinema, I was practicing. While my friends were going out clubbing and meeting boys and girls, I was going early to bed because I had practice in the morning. And while my friends were choosing a career path they liked and enjoyed and moving to different cities all around the country, I only had one option: playing the piano and moving to Manchester, where the best teacher lived.

The weather sucks, yes. But it isn't such an ugly city as they say, and all the people I met were lovely and very welcoming. Unless you are fighting with them for a spot on the next recital or to get the next scholarship. That's when things get nasty, and that's how you end up with broken fingers and the dreams your parents had for you shattered. Because becoming the best piano player of my generation wasn't my dream, it was theirs. Or my father’s to be precise.

So when Anastasia Hamilton pushed me down the stairs and I found myself with two broken fingers on my left hand, a sprained ankle and my body covered in bruises, I didn't complain. Well, that's a lie. I complained and cried because it hurt like hell. But I didn't complain when they told me I wouldn't be able to play the piano like I used to due to one of my fingers not healing properly despite being treated by the best doctors. I didn't complain because I was finally free. If I wanted to play, I would be doing it because I wanted to, not because it was my job, because I had to, because my future depended on it. Now I was free to finally follow my dreams and not my parents’. Or that's what I thought.

I told them I wanted to take a gap year to figure out what to do with my life, but they said no. They had decided that I should study to become a music teacher, to help others achieve what I hadn't been able to. We argued, they said that if I wanted to do anything different it would not be with their money, I said ok, and I found myself alone in Manchester with barely any money or a place to live.

And that's when I crossed paths with Julia.

I had gone to the shopping centre to see if anyone was looking for a waitress or someone to fold t-shirts in a shop, when I saw her crying in the middle of one of the corridors, most people walking past her and ignoring her.

"Hey, are you ok?" I said, kneeling in front of her. "Where are your parents?"

"Quiero a mi mamá" she sobbed. That was why people were ignoring her. She only spoke Spanish and they didn't understand her. But, lucky me, I used to go to the north of Spain for music summer camp and I can speak it fluently.

"¿Dónde está tu mamá?" Where is your mum?

"No lo sé. Estaba comprando una taza fea y..." Her mum was buying an ugly mug. I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"Ok, let’s go find her.” Where we were most shops only sold clothes, but I remembered I had just walked past a Zara Home. Maybe she was there? "Come" I said, grabbing her hand. She didn't say a word and just followed me, her sobs turning into hiccups.

"Julia!" a woman screamed the moment we turned the corner. "Oh, Julia, I thought I had lost you!"

"Mami!" the kid said, letting go of my hand and throwing herself at the woman. "Me perdí y esta chica me ayudó."

"Did you help her?" the woman asked me.

"I saw her crying and that people were ignoring her, and I decided to check on her. She was speaking Spanish and I think that's why most people were walking past her, because they weren't able to understand her."

"Oh, she always does that when she gets upset. Do you speak Spanish?"

"Yup."

"Oh, you are an angel" the woman said, hugging her daughter a bit tighter. "I don't know how I'm gonna be able to thank you."

"Knowing that she's alright is enough, don’t worry."

"No, no, no. You must allow me to do something for you. What do you say, Julia. Should we invite this wonderful angel to have lunch with us?"

"Yes!" Julia said, her English coming back. "We'll bake you a chocolate cake! Do you like chocolate cake?"

"I actually do, yes" I smiled.

"Then it's settled. Let me give you my card, it has my office phone number on it" Julia's mum said, opening her bag. "Call tomorrow morning and we'll schedule that lunch together."

"Ok. Thank you."

"Thank you" the woman said, giving me a hug. "My name us Lucía, by the way. But you can call me Lucy like everyone in this country does."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy."

Lucía, Lucy. A Spanish lawyer specialized in divorces, and the divorces of very wealthy people. Which meant that when I arrived at her house for that lunch date, I found myself before one of the most expensive apartment buildings in the city.

"Are you coming in, miss?" the doorman asked.

"Yes, hi, sorry. Do I have to tell you where I'm going or..."

"You don't look like a thief" the man chuckled.

"I'm not, I promise. I'm meeting with Lucy and Julia."

"Oh, yes. Miss Julia said a friend was coming for lunch today. An angel."

"That must be me" I said, blushing a bit.

"Then welcome, miss" the man said, opening the building's door. "Do you know their floor number?"

"Yes, the 7th. Letter B."

"That’s the one. Call for the lift and push the number, their house will be the one to your right."

"Thank you very much, sir."

"My pleasure, miss" the man said with a smile. Roger. The loveliest man you'll ever meet.

"So glad you could make it" Lucy said after opening the door, giving me a hug.

"Angel!" Julia screamed, coming to also hug me. "You came!"

"Of course I did."

"She’s decided to start calling you angel because of what I said at the shopping centre. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry" I smiled.

“Come, let me show you my room" Julia said, grabbing my hand and forcing me to follow her.

After a tour around the house and its many rooms, we were back in the living room, one where the small flat I was renting thanks to some money my grandparents had been sending me without my parents knowing, could perfectly fit.

"Is that a real piano?" I asked Julia.

"It's daddy's" she said. "We used to play together."

"That's lovely." My dad never played with me just for fun. It always was about practice, practice... And oh, yes, more practice.

"Do you play?" Lucy asked me.

"Since I was Julia's age."

"Oh, that's wonderful! Why don't you play something for us while we wait for our food?"

"Sure" I said, sitting in front of the huge black piano. It was a very expensive one like everything else on that building.

"Daddy used to play that!" Julia said when she recognized the song. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad... Mami, why are you crying?" she asked her when we finished.

"Because it was beautiful, sweetheart. And you play so well" Lucy told me. "Have you ever thought about giving lessons?"

"Not really..."

"Julia started to take them a few months ago, but her teacher... Had other things to do, so now she doesn't have one. Would you like to take her place?"

"Me?"

"Yes, angel! Be my teacher!" Julia said, clapping her hands and jumping.

That was what my parents had wanted me to do. To become a teacher. I wasn't going to be doing it at the music school, but this still was teaching, right? And I liked Lucy and Julia a lot despite only knowing them for just a few hours.

"I'll do it" I said. "I'll be Julia's teacher."

"Oh, perfect!" Lucy smiled. "When can you start?"

"Whenever you want. I have nothing else to do" I shrugged.

"Then tomorrow. I have to work, so maybe you could pick up Julia from school, bring her here and start your lessons? I'll pay you for that extra time."

"Ok" I nodded.

I had found a job, one that I liked, and one that was going to pay me handsomely judging by the numbers Lucy had mentioned while doing a draft of my contract.

I was so busy thinking about all that, checking the details she had given me about Julia's school, that I hadn’t noticed the lift had made it to the lobby and the doors were open.

“Are you going up again?” a male voice said.

“Uh?” I replied, lifting my eyes from my phone. And what did they see? The most handsome man you could ever imagine.

“Are you going up again?” he repeated.

“I…” I had forgotten how to speak. I may have not been wearing an ugly costume like Scarlett in one of the scenes where she met Chris Evans, but I had my jaw on the floor and definitely was making a fool of myself. “No” I finally managed to say.

“So… are you leaving, then?” he asked, trying to hide a smile.

“Yes” I said, still looking at him. Was he real? He was real. When he stopped the lift’s door from closing again, taking a step forward towards me, I saw that he was very real. “Thank you. Sorry. I’m leaving” I blurted out, my brain finally remembering how speaking worked. Kind of.

“It’s ok” he replied with a smile. No, not a smile. A smirk. One that made everything inside me turn upside down. “Bye” he said, walking inside the lift and letting go of the doors, disappearing behind them while I just stared. He must have thought I was stupid. A creep. Or both. But what else are you supposed to do when you find yourself face to face with the hottest man in planet earth?

“Miss, are you alright?” I heard Roger say from the door.

“Yes, yes. Just… Processing what just happened. That I got a job, I mean” I quickly added, noticing how he was arching an eyebrow, his eyes moving to the lift.

“Oh, those are great news, miss. Congratulations.”

“Thank you. I guess you’ll be seeing more of me from now on.”

And hopefully, I would be seeing more of him too. Of the hot neighbour, my own Chris Evans. Though later on I would find out that his name wasn’t Chris, that would have been too much of a coincidence.

His name was Rúben.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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thatlovelywitch · 4 months

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𝙰𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚄 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 2

✨Falco Grice's cheeks have never seen a day of rest since he joined the cast. They are everyone's personal squishie or stress ball and they're always red when he goes home

✨ Levi has another signature other than the iconic cut: kohl. No matter the fit, his eyes are kohled on the red carpet

✨ Levi and Hange did a hit psychological horror movie together as the main leads. Theatre was shook, Tiktok was shook, Theatre was shook and people watched it for.....the amazing plot (the plot was Hange in a lacy black bar and low rise jeans covered in blood and Levi in the shower)

✨ Sasha has taken singing/music lessons since she was a kid, so she has a beautiful voice and can play the electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano and keyboard. She has a music career aside from acting, and her songs tend to go viral Tiktok for cute trends. Her music has Clairo or Mazzy Star vibes, but she also likes it a bit risque so expect some softer R&B Kehlani type beats too. She tends to forget a lot of her fans are kids though LOL apology statements have been released (left a lip stick mark on an adult male fan's shirt and humped the floor while there were kids in the audience chile)

✨ Armin is THE SWEETEST EVER to kid fans like kid fans are his favorite and it shows. He'll always doodle a heart or sumn when he signs an autograph and you bet he'll go all soft complimenting the kid's mini plushie of him or their little Survey Corps cape

"Aww look at your cape yknow little buddy I had one too but it's not as cool as yours"

✨ Historia and Ymir. NOBODY has deciphered to this day if they're besties or dating it's that confusing and they don't make it any easier to guess.

✨ Annie and Mikasa call each other "wifey" and people try and start like imaginary beef between them like 13 year olds with too much time lol and all the while they're gossiping at award shows and feeding each other pudding or having sleepovers

✨ Zeke is a swiftie and he was the most EMBARRASSING CELEB MEMBER IN THE CROWD 😭 my brotha was twerking during more sensual or hardcore songs and he was getting drunk back there

✨ Erwin is NEVER dodging Captain America allegations he's tried to deny the rumors of him replacing Chris Evans since 2013 to no avail

✨ Erwin is a girl dad who keeps his relationship with his wife very private but sometimes he shares pictures of his life as a married man. The fandom will never get over him in a pink wig

✨ Pieck is a pretty privilege Tiktok lipsync star and we love that for her

✨ Jean and Connie did the Buzzfeed thirst tweets video tgt

✨ "Dude listen I've been goin to the bathroom with him for a decade now and it's more of a pony than a horse"

"Istg if yo bald head don't-"

✨ Eren Yeager reposts bad mafia x y/n Tiktok POV's of him

✨ Eren calls his fans pookie

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toastedkiwi · 2 years

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Everybody’s Favorite Roommates

Summary: fan interactions/witnessing the chaos.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader

The roommates we never knew we needed have finally been seen outside of that very first zoom interview on Kelly Clarkson’s Show and those lovable Instagram Lives. With a collection of stories that our fans have sent in, we bring you the chaos that is Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans.

@/bitchesbewildin not gonna lie but Chris Evans and Y/n Y/l/n came into the Target I work at. They were in line at my register. Lizzo was playing on the speakers while they were waiting and Y/n said to Chris, “ooo, your baby mama is playing.” Chris turned to her and said, “I don’t hear you singing.” Her eyes got comically wide and she couldn’t even look at him. I don’t know if she’s pregnant but OMG!

@/anon1 my great grandma’s apartment was next to Y/n Y/l/n’s. My great grandma goes over and they’ll have tea and snacks together. Y/n will play classical music on her piano for her to hear once again. She even played all of Swan Lake. My great grandmother was a former ballerina so it meant a lot to her. Y/n even payed for the whole funeral and attended but she sat in the back and stayed in the shadows.

@/thisismyclarinetbitch ever since Juilliard opened back up, Y/n Y/l/n is roaming the halls with sheet music in hand. I have caught her on FaceTime with Chris Jamal Evans.

@/nobodylovesme y/n paid two thousand dollars to each one of us (some lowerclassmen at Juilliard) just to play Gary’s Song with her to send to her “roommate”. All she said was that she misses him.

@/idontgetpaidforthis it was Valentine’s Day. Chris Evans strolled into the flower shop I work at and he had this pissed off look on his face. Short story is that Y/n Y/l/n out did him for the holiday and the cats they have ate the flowers he got her.

@/whatsmyname my husband and I went to one of the Juilliard concerts to see my sister. We were seated next to Chris Evans who was by himself in whole ass tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers ready. His eyes lit up the second she got on the stage. She sang a few words before going “oh wait, I’m not here for that!” Everyone laughed and she played her piano piece which was just so beautiful and drastically different from her usual pop music. And no, we sadly didn’t see Chris give her the flowers.

@/anon2 I was lucky enough to be serving Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They were dressed up to the nines. He held her hand. He pulled out her chair— he was a complete gentleman to her. They both were so sweet to each other and to me! They were just so polite and actually conversed with me and asked me about myself. I got a huge tip when they finished up. And yes, I did see them kiss each other on the lips so I’m pretty sure they’re dating.

@/noahsbackpain I worked on the set of a recent music video that she did with Miley Cyrus. I overheard them talking about her “roommate” situation. The way Y/n talks about Chris is 🥺🥺. I’m so jealous.

@/dogslovemeeee3 I witnessed, at a dog beach, Chris take off his jacket and put it on Y/n because she said she was cold.

@/sebooway I was on the subway and across from me was Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They shared earbuds-like they had wires. I overheard them call each other “gramps” and “granny”. At one point they had given their seats to two elderly women and Chris was hanging onto one of the bars and Y/n hung onto his bicep.

@/anon3 y/n visited Chris on the set of ghosted recently. I got to watch her run up to Chris. He had to drop the coffee in his hand to catch her like Terry did with Jake on Brooklyn 99. I want that in my life.

#chris evans x roommate!reader #roomies #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x popstar!reader #chris evans x rockstar!reader #chris evans x famous!reader #chris evans rpf

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Greatest Regret - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: It’s been a year since you walked out on Chris, but thanks to awards season you’re about to be reunited

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Light Angst! Fluff!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Award season was never something that bothered Chris, not usually. It was a time when the art form he appreciated the most was recognised. He was able to see friends he hadn’t seen for a while. And most importantly he didn’t have to do too much press. He just had to turn up, quickly walk the red carpet and present an award.

This year though he was dreading it, and he wished he never agreed to present. Because this year you were going to be in attendance, nominated for best original song at the Oscars.

It had been nearly a year since your break up but it still cut deep with Chris. The pain is just as present as the day you called it all off, seemingly out of nowhere. Chris had begged you to stay, to work at it, but once you made your mind up there was no changing it. So you would always be the one that got away.

Chris just hoped he could avoid you because he didn’t trust himself not to look heartbroken whenever he saw you. He wasn’t so lucky though because as soon as he stood on the red carpet, all alone, he looked over and spotted you at the other end.

You looked stunning, in a dress that perfectly matched the suit he wore. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection, you looked like a glistening diamond amongst stones. He could hear your laughter over all the noise from the press and crowds, and it was like music to his ears. You were so happy and excited to be here, and despite how much it hurt, he was happy for you.

Only once had you stepped away and moved out of his line of vision did he look back towards the wall of cameras. He gave them all a small smile, doing his job and nothing more. Once he was done on the red carpet he made his way inside, hoping the rest of the night was easier.

To his luck, his seat wasn’t anywhere near yours. You were sat with the rest of the cast and creators of the film you wrote the song for. And he wouldn’t admit it but he was relieved to see that like him, you didn’t have a date.

It was going alright until the time came for you to perform the song that was nominated. He watched as you sat at a large black grand piano, your dress flowing out onto the floor behind you. The set was relatively simple, just filament light bulbs that faintly glowed in time to the music.

As you started to play the memory of you playing the piano at home with him flashed through his mind. He let out a long sad sigh as he looked down unable to watch you any longer.

He still listened though because despite everything your voice was still his favourite. However, his brows furrowed when he heard a particular lyric. The one about hiding under blankets on the 4th of July, because that was exactly what the two of you did when you were together.

The more Chris listened the more lyrics he heard that he could apply to your relationship. Different memories of the good times you shared before you left. Unable to help himself he looked back up and his eyes met yours as you sang the final lyric.

“Setting you free will forever be my greatest regret” you sang your eyes never leaving his as the final chord rang out through the theatre.

His view of you was obscured as the crowd all stood and applauded. Standing up alongside them Chris could see the misty look in your eyes as you looked out gratefully at the crowd, giving them a small bow of the head before gracefully walking off the stage. But not without a final glance over your shoulder in his direction.

Chris ran his hand down his face as he sat back down, shaking his head slightly to stop his mind from running away from him. The song was for a movie about a woman trying to reconnect with the child she gave up for adoption. You were singing from the perspective of the mother, the memories she wished they shared. You weren’t singing to him. He had to remember that, no matter how much the hopeless romantic inside him told him otherwise.

A short while later he made his way backstage ready to present the next award. He greet Scarlett with a smile and a hug, asking her how was she was and how the kids were doing.

“They’re good, but I mean speaking of kids, Y/N’s song… wow that was amazing brought a tear to my eye” Scarlett remarks shaking her head, her hands over her heart.

“Yeah, she always had that ability with her songs” Chris nods his head in agreement.

“She told me the song was a complete fluke, when they approached her to write a song she already had it in her arsenal, just had to change the perspective slightly but 99% of it remained unchanged” Scarlett explains as she takes the envelope from the assistant.

Chris furrows his brows at this new bit of information, his heart racing in his chest.

“Did she tell you when she wrote it?” He asks clearing his throat.

Scarlett smirks “8 months ago, you should talk to her”

Chris could only nod, pulling at his tie which suddenly felt really, really tight. He took the Oscar from the assistant and waited for the cue to walk out on stage with Scarlett.

He read out what was on the teleprompter, introducing the category and the nominees. But as soon as he got the change his eyes scanned the crowd, stopping when they met yours. A slight involuntary smile broke out on his face when you gave him a small warm one.

He then read out the winner for the award, smiling when he saw it was for the movie you worked with. He watched with a warm smile as you hugged the winner and cheered loudly for them.

Chris was still backstage talking to the winner when the award for the best original song was presented. He hung back in the wings as they read out the nominees and announced your song as the winner.

Chris clapped loudly as you walked on stage and accepted your award. Chris didn’t have the best view of you but he could tell you were emotional and in disbelief as you spoke and thanked everyone for the award.

“I put a lot into this song, probably more than usual so this is an honour that means so so much, so thank you” you finish wiping away a stray tear.

As you walked off stage, Scarlett ran over to you, hugging you tightly as she congratulated you. As you stepped out of the hug your eyes met his, he could see the hint of nervousness but your smile remained warm.

“Congratulations, the song is beautiful no one else deserves that award as much as you,” Chris tells you with a warm smile.

“Thank you Chris, that- that means a lot” you smile nodding your head.

“Can I walk you back to your seat?” Chris offers, trying not to sound too desperate.

You smile warmly up at him “that would be lovely thank you” you say linking your arm with his and letting him lead you away.

The both of you remained silent as you walk through the corridors doors of the theatre. But it wasn’t awkward though, it was comfortable. Chris just hoped he wasn’t about to make it awkward.

“Scarlett told me that you wrote that song before they even approached you,” He says looking down at you.

You nod your head gently “yeah, I didn’t think it would ever see the light of day it was…. too personal, but the movie made it possible” you admit looking up at him.

Chris comes to a stop, turning to face you “do you still mean it? What you said in the song?” He asks quietly.

“Yes,” you whisper.

A/N: I will not be doing a part 2, so DO NOT ASK FOR ONE OR TELL ME I SHOULD DO ONE! I will not change my mind!

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worksby-d · 2 years

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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: ~700

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Slowly opening your eyes, it takes you a moment to remember that you’re not in your own bed. Instead, you’re met with rays of sunshine peeking in through the curtains over Chris’ large bedroom windows and his snoozing dog by your feet at the end of the bed. You’re shocked he doesn’t hate you for once again being the reason he was kicked out of the room last night.

You’ve been here many times before, but you’ve never stayed the whole night. You have to admit the room looks different in the daylight.

Letting out a yawn, you muster up enough energy to roll onto your other side, but frown a little when Chris isn't laying next to you.

You groan knowing you should get up to find him. Without even checking the time, you can tell it's too early to be awake on a Saturday morning though.

Thankfully your question is answered for you when you hear the muffled sound of his faucet being turned on behind the closed bathroom door on the other side of the room.

You let your eyes fall shut again when he begins humming something softly – You're sure it's one of those classical songs he likes sending videos of himself playing on the piano to you.

Eventually willing yourself to climb out of bed, you tiptoe toward the closed door. You take advantage of it being cracked open, slowly and quietly opening it enough so you can lean against the frame of it.

He's too distracted singing to himself and gelling his hair to notice you right away. You're distracted too, eyes met with the sight of him in only a towel around his waist, fresh out of the shower. You could get used to this, you think to yourself.

But you snap yourself out of it, finally getting his attention. “This isn't gonna work.”

He jumps hearing your voice all of a sudden, clutching a hand to his chest as he looks your way.

“Jesus, warn a guy next time,” he chuckles. But you can point out the exact moment he finally registers what you just said – his gaze narrowing on you, brow furrowed. “Wait– What? Why–”

You have to repress a laugh as his panic unfolds, stepping closer to him to ease it a bit.

“You're a morning person,” you sigh, trying your best to keep a straight face. “We can't– I'm sorry…”

“Oh my God.” He breaks first, letting out a laugh of relief and you can't keep the act up anymore after that. “You scared me.”

He reaches out his hand for yours to pull you closer. His skin is still damp, wetting your clothes as you hug him.

“Good morning,” you murmur, leaning to give him a soft kiss.

“If you say so,” he scoffs, giving you one more kiss. “Gees.”

“I'm sorry for scaring you. Twice,” you laugh. “You know, you could have woke me up if it meant taking a shower together.”

“You looked too peaceful,” he shakes his head, a small smile tugging at his lips as he thinks back to a few hours ago. “I wouldn't have done that.”

“How long have you been up?”

He pretends to think about it, knowing you won't like the answer. “Since 7 maybe.”

“Chris,” you gasp, jokingly pulling away so you can walk toward the door. “It's worse than I thought. I can't–”

“Stop,” he laughs, gently grabbing for you again to draw you back. “I promise to never wake you up that early, okay?”

“Okay.” You offer him a nod, but you have one exception to give him. “Unless it's so I can shower with you, like I said.”

“Deal,” he smiles. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

“Well enough for you to sleep over again sometime?”

“Of course,” you laugh. “I had a really nice night.”

Another wave of relief washes over him. “Me too.”

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Cruel Summer Ch. 3

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series (Coming Soon) | Chapter 2

You threw the paper on the coffee table, as you grabbed your cup of coffee and walked toward the windows to look out over the city. You thought about Chris and Ali…how could you continue to talk to them? Nice headline of ‘Old Friends or New Flame? Is Chris Evans Who Y/F/N Y/L/N keeps singing about?’ You played old memories over in your mind, taking a drink of the hot coffee, you didn’t hear the door open.’ “Cute photo…funny enough when you two were fucking the media never got a glimpse of you….but now he’s engaged to this bimbo and you’re all over Page Six.” You whipped around at the sound of her voice. “Scar?!” You gawked at her as she stood by the door with her arms crossed.

You practically threw the coffee cup down on the table and rushed over, embracing her in a big hug. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!!” Tears brimmed your eyes as you whispered against her shoulder. “Of course kid, I wasn’t gonna sit around waiting for a call when these photos dropped online last night.” Scarlet said as you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I warned her of this happening, just FYI.” Megan said, taking a drink of her coffee. Scarlet raised an eyebrow looking back at you. “You’re supposed to listen to your management team…not ignore their advice.” she said with a smirk, “I know, I realized it was a mistake when I was sitting there at dinner.” you checked the time and stretched. “I gotta head out to the stadium, wanna come with me?” you smiled as she grinned. “Of course, think I flew halfway across the United States to just see you for two minutes? What’s wrong with you?” you both laughed as you headed out for your final show in Boston.

As the Show started and you sang, danced around, just having the time of your life as usual, you spotted Scarlet, Chris and Ali all in the VIP tent smiling and dancing along to the song. You were having the time of your life honestly, you were laughing with the back up dancers and in a very good mood. Scar watched before hearing Ali tell Chris she would be back. “So, what are you really doing here Chris?” Scar asked as he looked at her. “She was happy with you gone…her life has skyrocketed since everything happened” He sighed looking back at the stage as you were changing. “I thought we could be friends, we had a great dinner last night.” he said as Scar held back a laugh. “Friends? Are you fucking stupid?” She snapped, keeping an eye on the fans around the VIP tent. “You leave her alone, you knew she was in love with you. Are you deaf? Listen to the fucking music your teenage girlfriend loves so much. Wonder what she’d say if she knew you used to fuck Y/N when you were lonely,” Scar whispered to him.

She might have been angry with Chris, but she’d be damned if she let your secret spill, the media would have a field day with it.

Chris went to speak when Ali gripped his arm, “Thank God I didn’t miss the surprise songs!!” She squealed as you stood at the Mic watching everyone cheer. You wore a blue glittery outfit with a blue dress on over it and blue sparkly boots. Chris smirked to himself, blue had always been a good color on you. He remembered when you used to spend the night, the large blue crew neck of his you’d throw on when you got cold. He still had that sweatshirt…and it still smelt like you, but that smell was fading, he kept the shirt in a box, hidden away in his closet. He’d put it there when Ali had tried to wear it once.

You were talking to the crowd, admitting that you were having the best time tonight, laughing softly as the crowd cheered louder. “Oh, well tonight I have two very special surprise songs!” you grinned as the crowd cheered. You walked over sitting down at the piano and began to play, as the melody flowed the crowd screamed and clapped. You looked up from the keys and began to sing into the mic.

Once the flight had flown

With the wilt of the rose

I slept all alone

You still wouldn't go

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every maiden's bed for something greater

Baby, was it over

When she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here, " I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then?

And is it over now?

Chris stared in wonderment at the stage, at you. You were asking him if the two of you were really over now. You sang with such emotion, he wondered..in that moment, if for you, did you think you two were truly over?

When you lost control

Red blood, white snow

Blue dress on a boat

Your new girl is my clone

And did you think I didn't see you?

There were flashing lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumping off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting

But no

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every model's bed for something greater

Scar watched you, her heart breaking for you, you’d never truly get over him would you? What was it about him that drew you in? She glanced at Chris, the color draining from her face. “No,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. He glanced at her, his eyes saying everything he felt. “This song is so sad,” Ali yelled out to the two of them over the music and crowd, “It's not my favorite, let’s take some pictures!” She pushed her way between the two of them, to start taking photos, but Chris looked back at the stage, seeing you looking directly at the Tent, or at him, he wasn’t sure.

Baby, was it over

When she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here, " I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then?

And is it over now?

Think I didn't see you?

There were flashing lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumping off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting

But no

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

(Flashing lights) I was hoping you'd be there

And say the one thing (oh, Lord) I've been wanting (oh, Lord)

But no

Ali turned away from Scar and smiled at Chris, “Don't let me forget, I have a wedding invitation for Y/N!” she grinned as Scarlet whipped her head in his direction glaring, but Chris was staring at you, watching as you smiled and waved to everyone, he glanced back at Ali before looking back at you again, taking a swig of beer he smiled softly, “Wouldn't dream of letting you forget that,”

You grinned at the crowd drawing a heart with your hands at them before getting up and grabbing your guitar, moving over to the microphone. You strummed a few notes on the guitar before the crowd cried out with excitement.

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Chris glanced at Ali who was chatting with another guest in the VIP tent, he was starting to realize that maybe she wasn’t the one he should be with, but he couldn’t let his image be damaged by dumping the sweet, innocent girl next door for the old co-star he reconnected with while she rose to be the top selling popstar of the world. He wanted to reconnect with you though. He had to.

“You’re not inviting her to your wedding. Do you hear me?” Scarlett grabbed his arm and said into his ear. “You’re never speaking to her again after tonight. Or Ill tell Ali everything.” she threatened him. Chris squared his shoulders at the threat, “the fuck you will. You don’t control Y/N, or me, or Ali. If I want to rekindle mine and Y/N friendship, I will, and that business is between me and Y/N, no one else.” he said back.

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Scarlet glared down at him, “She’s in a good place, she doesn’t need you fucking that up for her. You only bring her heartbreak and pain. Why can’t you just be happy with your little girlfriend over there?” Scar asked as Chris pulled his arm away. “I’m perfectly fine navigating my life Scarlett and I don't need you telling me who I can and cannot associate with!” he snapped. It happened in a second, the flash, turning to see a fan staring at them, their cell phone just below their face, another flash going off, before she disappeared into the crowd.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You ended the song smiling as everyone clapped, looking over at the VIP Tent, Chris was smiling at you clapping and whistling, Scarlett was looking at you with disappointment, and Ali was off taking selfies with someone in the back. You set your guitar down and did a small bow, before turning and diving into the stage.

“Security couldn’t find the girl who snapped the photos of us,” Scarlett said walking back over to Chris. “I’ve already texted my manager to warn her what's going to be coming out” he sighed, running a hand over his face before walking away to talk to Ali.

The final event of the show left you grinning and laughing with friends on stage, Chris was talking to Ali and keeping his distance from Scarlett. She knew he was pissed at her, but she planned on telling you the same thing the moment she saw you backstage. Do not engage with him anymore and just let them get married and do not go to the wedding.

You laughed at something a dancer did, before bringing the mic back up to your lips.

“Sapphire tears on my face

Sadness became my whole sky

But some guy said my aura's moonstone

Just 'cause he was high

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do?

A diamond's gotta shine

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer (shimmer)

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I can still say, "I don't remember"

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real (nice), I polish up real nice

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do? What's a girl gonna do?

I polish up nice

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer”

You grin as the song comes to a close, bowing to the crowd, Scarlett texted your manager that she was going to head back to your hotel room so you two could talk. What a mistake that would end up being.

You went backstage getting ready to go back to the hotel room, when a squeal surprised you. Ali grinned rushing up to you again, “oh my god the show was amazing tonight. Ugh! I'm loving this for you!!” she grinned, motioning to your outfit. You smiled nodding, “Thanks Ali, I’m glad you were able to make it to the final show tonight!” you faked excitement, which Chris could clearly see, as Ali reached in her purse. “Of course! But we have a gift for you! We wanted to invite you to our wedding next month!” She held out the white and gold envelope, your smile dropping as you glanced at him before smiling at Ali. It felt like everything moved in slow motion, but it took less than a second for it all to happen. “Oh! Wow, thank you so much, I’ll definitely have to check my schedule though because with the tou-” you were interrupted by Ali, “Nope! You’re not touring next month, in fact….Chris and I would LOVE it if you’d come spend the week and a half leading up to the wedding with us in our Beach house! Please! We can’t take no for an answer.” She gave you the worst case of puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

Chris gave you a small, soft smile. “It’d mean a lot to me as well as to Ali…” You looked between the two of them, eyes darting back and forth, “Um, I definitely need to check on a few things, but if I can’t spend that week and a half with you guys, I’ll try my hardest to be at the wedding okay?” you smiled before Megan walked up to you.

“Y/N, we gotta go. Schedule to keep and all." She kept it short and to the point, not making eye contact with Ali or Chris. You smiled, “Guys, I gotta go but I’ll see you around! Thanks so much for coming out and seeing me!” you put both hands up to your mouth and blew them kisses before turning and darting off with Megan as two of your guards followed close behind you.

When you closed the door to your hotel suite, you leaned back against it, finally letting everything just roll off, the exhaustion that took over made you want to go limp but you knew better. You still needed to eat dinner, shower, and unwind.

You rehearsed your vocals while showering, harmonizing and just going over your surprise songs for the next weekend shows, standing in the steaming hot shower trying to clear your head, praying you could forget about Chris again one day. When you got out, you threw on your black silk pajama pants with a short sleeved button down silk top. Lined in white with white buttons. Your phone chimed as you walked over to the couch, your dinner being delivered shortly, chinese, your favorite.

Glancing down at it, the name on the screen caused you to stop in your tracks.

Hems Worthy <3 : “Hey popstar, you able to talk? I need a friend.

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theinheriteddutchess · 9 months

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But does anyone know the song he plays in the knitted sweater “rainy day activities “ I need the full version ?!?!???

#chrisevanspianovideo

You mean this one??

You won't believe how long I looked and listened for it!! Well maybe there were longer quests, but I got up at 6 this morning and came back about an hour ago and had no rest in between so I'm amazed at my diligence.

Anyway! List completed I believe.

#chris evans #music #chris playing the piano brings joy in our hearts

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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An abundance of dogs

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You're dog-sitting for a friend of yours, and decide to surprise Chris by saying you got him a new dog as a present. He's not sure what to think at first, but when you tell him it's a prank, he can't help but fall in love with you even more than he already has.

WARNING(S) | None.

A/N | This one shot takes place in the same 'universe' as Two dogs and a piano. You don't need to have read that to understand this, but it would still be appreciated if you check it out in case you haven't already 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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A few days ago you got a call from a good friend of yours, Stella, to ask if you could watch her German shepherd, Sky. She had to go home for a family emergency and unfortunately, she couldn't take the lovely dog with her, so you immediately said yes. You would be working from home for a few days anyways, so it was nice to have an extra dog around. Willow and Sky have always gotten along great so it was an absolute no-brainer for you, and you picked up the lovely dog yesterday. ''Hi Sky, are you ready to spend a few days with me and Willow when your mom has to go back home?'' you asked the dog and she happily wagged her tail at you.

''Thank you so much for doing this, I owe you big time,'' Stella said when you picked her up. ''Oh no, you don't! You know I love Sky like she's my own, so it's no problem at all. I am working from home anyways so having extra company is always a big plus,'' you laughed before taking Sky down to your car and on your way to your house. When you were there all three of you went up to your apartment and you opened the balcony doors, so the two dogs could go onto the balcony if they pleased. You grabbed a cold glass of iced tea, your laptop, and your earbuds so you could focus on work, but put the music on low enough that you could still hear the two dogs when necessary.

They were playing with each other for a while and you got some work done, which was always good, and you suddenly got a text from Chris. He was away for a shoot and he took Dodger with him this time, so you didn't have to watch over him, but he would be coming home today.

Chris 💙: Hi babe, are you free tonight? I'll be home soon and I can't wait to see you again! I missed you and Willow way too much! 🥺

Y/N 🩷: Hey bubs, we missed you too, and I'm free! Want me to cook dinner tonight at your place? I can stay over too if you want ❤️

Chris 💙: You're the best babe, can't wait to see you tonight!

With that you finished your work, stopping a little earlier than you planned but if you had to cook dinner at Chris' house, you had to leave on time to do some grocery shopping beforehand, especially with both of the dogs with you. You went to a dog-friendly grocery shop and the girls had the time of their lives, sniffing through every aisle making the shopping trip way longer than it needed to be. You bought both of the girls a chew that they could enjoy when you were at Chris' house, and of course, you got one for Dodger too, but he got a smaller one so it would be fair for all of them. ''All right girls, let's go!'' you said as you were done at the register and they got all the love from the girl behind it.

Not much later you arrived at Chris' house and unlocked the door, finding him asleep on the couch. You sank on your knees to wake him up, placing soft kisses on his face as he slowly woke up. ''Hi babe, missed you,'' he said with a deep voice thick with sleep, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. He cupped your cheek and brought your face to his after propping himself up on his arm, kissing you softly yet passionately. ''I got you a surprise,'' you said and he looked at you with wide eyes, his interest peaked immediately. ''Oh? You didn't have to, babe!'' he said as the both of you got up, and you led him to the garden, where all three dogs were playing with each other.

''I got you another dog because you and Dodger seemed a bit lonely with just the two of you,'' you said as a joke, but Chris' mouth fell open, not sure what to say to this. ''Are you serious, babe? I mean, I love it, obviously, but I think we have a bit of an abundance of dogs now,'' he said and your face turned into a face-splitting grin, notifying Chris that it was just a joke. ''Oh, you're terrible!'' he said as he pushed jokingly against your upper arm. ''I know, I know!'' you laughed. ''Don't worry, I'm just dog-sitting for my friend Stella for a few days, it's her German Shepherd named Sky, she's an absolute sweetheart,'' you explained and it immediately made Chris feel better when you told him just that. ''I love you so much, you know that?'' he said as he pulled you in for a hug, kissing you on the top of your head. ''I love you too, bubs,'' you sighed as you leaned into the hug.

''So, time to prepare dinner! You can just sit down, I will do all the work today,'' you said as you got out the groceries you got for dinner. You decided on making homemade spicy hamburgers today, so you got ground beef and a lot of fresh vegetables to put on them. Chris sat down at his kitchen island as you prepared dinner for both of you, so the two of you could catch up a little before going outside to enjoy your dinner together. You brought the food out, and Chris brought a beer for each of you to drink with the hamburgers. ''Oh, I got each of the dogs a chew, I thought it would help them to calm down a little before dinner!'' you said as you got them, and handed them to each of the dogs who were chewing on them contently on the grass.

''They look so sweet now, don't they?'' you smiled and you looked at Chris. ''Not as sweet as you are, my love,'' he said before putting 2 fingers under your chin, lifting your head slightly as he moved closer to capture your lips in another breathtaking kiss, and you melted into it. ''God, I missed you so much,'' you say almost breathless as the two of you break apart, the butterflies in both your stomachs going haywire. ''Oh, I will show you just how much I missed you later, babe, don't you worry about that,'' he said with a wink and it made you blush, so you quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice, but he did. He always did. And that is just another reason he is so deeply in love with you, the love of his life.

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laufeysodinson · 2 years

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Hell Loop

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

Rating: G

Warning/s: angst but then i promise it’s worth it in the end 🥹🫶🏼

Summary: “where did we go wrong?”

A/n: made me cry while i was writing. STILL inspired by after i do by taylor jenkins reid, and a little bit of cardigan by taylor swift :) OH I WAS ALSO LISTENING TO THIS LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT AND IT’S LITERALLY THE PERFECT SONG

there’s a line in after i do which says “just because you can live without someone doesn’t mean you want to” and UGHHHHHHH that was good. here’s my version of needing to separate for your own growth! enjoy! not proofread lol, please bear with possible errors!

pics used were found on pinterest!

“Where did we go wrong?” You sniffled, wiping your face even though the tears never seemed to stop falling. You and Chris were sitting on the ground, backs against the couch as the question lingered in the air.

You felt him turn his head to look at you, not able to answer your question.

Silence.

Not as comfortable as the one you both had been used to for the past two years.

In fact, it had been a while since the silence wasn’t deafening instead of comforting. Both of you never felt the need to fill the quiet with unnecessary noise and conversation. It always just seemed natural, until one day it felt like all you did was try. And try. And try.

And when you did try, it just seemed to piss off the both of you more and more every time.

Where did it all go wrong?

You didn’t know how long you both sat there after the umpteenth argument that started when you found an empty milk carton still in the fridge. It was funny at first, one of his annoying habits that seemed cute and was something you adored about him. But after two years of repeated “please throw it out next time,” “sorry, honey. I will.” conversations and apologetic forehead kisses you’d grown tired of it.

Endearing annoying habits turned into something both of you couldn’t stand about each other.

“No, tell me more about your day” turned into “I’m too tired to listen to this.”

Not being able to sleep after an argument turned into snoring after a whole day of not talking to each other at all.

It felt different today. No more apologetic kisses and promises to do better next time.

But there was a forehead kiss—one last time. “I’m sorry. I love you,” whispered between two lovers who knew it was better to be apart than stay together and ruin each other forever.

And so you moved out, saying goodbye to everything you’d been used to for the past two years. You said goodbye to Dodger, who just had his head tilted while he sat and stared at you when you were packing your stuff. You said goodbye to hearing him play the piano during Sunday afternoons. You said goodbye to hearing surprised screams every time Scott was around to prank the both of you. You said goodbye to early morning hikes, stopping by creeks to admire its view and sharing secret kisses, pretending you weren’t out of breath from all the walking.

Days, weeks, and months passed, it somehow got leaked to the press that you and Chris broke up. Make no mistake, of course there were haters and bashers who never seemed to tire of criticizing the both of you. They celebrated, cheered as you mourned, saying that the PR relationship was finally over.

But there was the other side, who seemed to grieve with the two of you. The other side that cheered the both of you individually as life went on and the sun shone everyday (even though it didn’t really feel like it). Movie after movie, hundreds of press interviews, award shows, and hollywood parties.

Life went on and both of you learned that you could survive without each other. But you couldn’t really live without each other, could you?

And three years after the two of you officially ended it, you’d seen each other for the first time at a party you were forced to go to by your manager.

You were talking to a man who very so clearly loved talking about himself and absolutely couldn’t take a hint after your fifth, “wow! That’s crazy!”

Until you heard someone exclaim “Hey! Y/n! It’s been a while!” Wait. You knew that voice.

Your head whipped to the sound, wondering if maybe there was something else laced in the drink you’d been sipping all night. “Chris?” You breathed out in shock, reaching out absentmindedly as he pulled you into a hug.

Breathing in and smelling his familiar scent (gucci guilty? he still uses that after all these years?), you closed your eyes, letting yourself get used to the feeling of his arms around you once again.

Both of you pulled away, the man you were talking to casting the both of you confused looks. “Wait—aren’t you both exe-“ but Chris interrupted saying, “Hey man, can I steal her off for a bit? We haven’t seen each other in years.”

Still confused, the man slowly nodded, carrying his drink off and walking off to whoever knows where. “Chris,” you repeated, still in shock. Your hand was now resting on his bicep, and his on your waist.

“Geez, yes, it’s me, Chris! I think your brain is broken,” He joked, reaching a hand towards your face and tapping your temple. You blinked, still surprised that he was in front of you and even joking with you.

He stared at you nervously. Maybe I shouldn’t have joked around too quickly?

But then you slapped his arm, your face breaking out into a grin and he tried (and failed) to dodge your attack. What he didn’t see was a server who was right next to him carrying a tray of drinks.

You watched with wide eyes as the tray went out of balance on the server’s hand and almost all of the drinks spilled on Chris. Everyone stopped schmoozing and talking to each other to look at the two of you, the both of you immediately apologizing and helping to clean up the mess.

A few minutes later, both of you were in the bathroom trying and failing to wipe up the alcohol that had already seeped into Chris’ clothes. He was wearing a white polo shirt with gray pants, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from laughing as you turned your back on him to throw away the tissues you’d used up.

“What?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He was already smirking even though he didn’t know what was so funny.

You pressed your lips together as you looked back at him, glancing down quickly and looking into his eyes once again. You weren’t subtle at all, so he looked down and groaned, knowing what you were laughing at. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” He grumbled, but the corner of his mouth curved up so you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at all.

You burst out laughing, “y-you… did you pee your… oh my god…” You couldn’t even continue, laughing so hard that your cheeks started hurting and you were sure that you’d wake up with 8-pack abs the next morning.

Chris uncrossed his arms, leaning with one hand on the sink. He was smiling at you, and it was the kind that made you just want to run up into his arms and stay there forever.

Unfortunately for him, you were too busy laughing.

And that was how it all started again.

You were scared, knowing that the first time almost made you both despise each other. But now you were older, a few years wiser, a thousand times better at communicating your needs and a little less toxic to others you dated after each other.

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enews Chris Evans and Y/n spotted sharing a kiss in Los Angeles. Are they FINALLY back together?! Link in bio for more details.

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And a year after that night, he picked you up from the airport, coming home to Massachusetts exhausted after two weeks of press for a movie of yours that just came out. You bought chinese food for take out and you were parked outside the store, eating your food inside the car.

“How was the trip, sweetheart?” He asked, opening up the food and handing it to you. And then he listened intently to your story, with you wildly gesturing your hand around with the chopsticks in between your fingers. When he laughed with you after you told him the crazy story about your co-star’s giant dog chasing around a squirrel that had somehow gotten inside the hotel, you quietly said “I missed you, though.”

“Hm? What was that?” He teased, his eyebrow going up.

You rolled your eyes lovingly, leaving the chopsticks you were holding inside takeout box and putting the container in between your thighs. You reached both of your hands towards his face, squishing his cheeks.

“I missed you sooooo much, guppy!” You exclaimed, and squishing his face even more. He was laughing, trying to say “I mished you too” but it came out all funny because of how you were holding his face.

You let go, the both of you snickering and smiling at each other at a random parking lot in Massachusetts.

He pulled off his cap, placing it over your head. Your eyebrows rose, “wow, to what do I owe the honors of wearing your hat?”

He laughed, that “hehehe” making your heart flutter inside your chest. And then he just smiled at you, staring at you and seeming to study your face. Your face was heating up and you knew that if you touched your cheeks it would’ve felt like you had a fever.

He reached inside his pocket, pulling out something you couldn’t quite see because it was easily covered by his large hand.

He let out a breath and looked at you, still with your brows raised in question as to what was happening. “What is it, babe? Tell me.” You said softly, putting your hand on his thigh and stroking it comfortingly.

Your brain couldn’t quite comprehend it when he opened up his hand and lifted the top of what he was holding. His hands were shaking, and the first thing that came into your mind was “oh that’s sparkly.” OH WAIT THAT’S SPARKLY-

You gasped, your eyes shifting towards his and both of you immediately tearing up.

“Yes!!!”

He laughed again, his right hand going to his left pec. “Honey, I haven’t even asked you yet!”

“Well—okay, sorry! Go on!”

He sighed happily, holding your left hand with his right.

“I had a speech and all—but honestly it just went straight out of my mind when I took out this ring and you just immediately said yes with no hesitation at all.” He paused, pondering on what to say next.

“The years we spent without each other was one of the hardest things I’d ever gone through. Especially when we realized that maybe we didn’t make each other happy anymore.” Tears started falling down your faces, remembering how difficult it was for you to not pick up the phone and beg him to take you back.

He looked straight into your eyes and said, “But without a doubt I know I’d go through it all over again because now I know that it would still lead me to you. That it would lead to this.” He chuckled, sniffling. “You’d asked me before which memory would replay over and over again if I was stuck in some sort of punishment in hell—a hell loop, you said?” You nodded.

“I’d pick those three years I wasn’t with you, because there’s comfort in knowing that the next ones after that I’d spend the rest of my life with you.”

You were now an absolute mess, trying not to sob too loud as you listened to his impromptu speech.

He let go of your hand, touching your face to wipe the tears away. He took the ring from the box, the both of you waiting in anticipation for him to finally ask you the question.

“So,” you already knew he was going to joke about it first because there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Will you hold this ring for me until I find the on-ow!” You laughed with tears still streaming down your face as you hit him, “stop being such an asshole!”

He snickered, “alright, alright!”

Now turning serious, he grinned. “You ready for this?”

“Chris, I swear to god. I am going to say no if you keep—” and this man… This man you loved so dearly with all that you had in you shushed you and put his finger on your lips.

“Will you marry me, y/n?”

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 2

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His name was Rúben. But not Rubén with the accent mark on the e, no. His name had it on the u. And I learnt about it by making a fool of myself. As usual.

I had been working for Lucy for a month, doing it more as a nanny than just a piano teacher. Each day I would pick Julia up from school, take her home, practice for a while, eat something, and play with her until Lucy was back. Some days I would even have dinner with her and put her to bed. It all depended on her mum's schedule.

We were eating some cookies to celebrate that Julia had received a medal at school for winning a race, when someone rang the bell.

"Who is it?" Julia asked.

"I don't know. We aren't expecting anyone and your mum isn't coming until dinner time" I said, getting up from my chair and walking towards the door. When I opened it, there he was. My Chris Evans. He was the last person I was expecting to see.

"Hello again" he said with a big smile.

"Hi" I muttered, already feeling my brain starting to shut down, my jaw slowly falling to the floor.

"Is Lucy home?"

"Rúben!" Julia screamed, jumping at his arms.

"Hello, Julia" he said, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. "What is that?"

"It is a medal! I won a race at school today."

"Congratulations! High five" he said, lifting a huge hand. Julia's next to it was tiny, but I even mine would have looked small. "Is your mum home?"

"Mami is still at work."

"Oh, I see. Is she your nanny?" he said, nodding towards me.

"She teaches me piano but also stays with me if mami has to work. She's my guardian angel."

"Lucky you" Ruben smiled. "I think I'm gonna need one too, because I forgot my keys. Again."

"Oh, silly Rúben" she giggled.

"Julia, I think you are saying his name wrong. Shouldn't it be Rubén with the accent on the e?" I asked, my brain deciding to work again. It had been too busy looking at that gorgeous man being all cute with her.

"That's on Spanish. I'm Portuguese."

"Oh." That's all I was able to say. Oh. I had tried to look intelligent like, look at me, I know languages. But I ended up making a fool of myself in front of him. Again.

"It's ok, don't worry. The same happened to Lucy the first time" he said with a charming smile. "Are you also from Spain?"

"What?" I said. My brain had frozen again after that smile, not being able to process anything else.

"I asked if you also are from Spain. Like Lucy."

Dear God. He must have thought I was an idiot after having to repeat things twice for me to get them.

"Oh, no. No, no, no. No." Too many no? Definitely. "I'm from here. Not from Manchester. From London. But from here. England."

"I figured. You don't have their accent." How was he able to tell, when I had only been able to properly say three words in front of him, still remains a mystery. "Anyway, do you think you could give me the spare key Lucy keeps for me? It's on that drawer over there" he said, putting Julia down.

"Sure" I replied, moving to pick it. "I guess it is this one? It has your name on it. And with the accent on the u."

"That's the one. I would have asked Roger for his copy, but he was busy."

"No problem" I said while handing him the key, our fingers slightly touching but being enough to make my cheeks feel very warm.

"I guess I'll be seeing you around if you are now Julia's teacher."

"Yep."

"I live on apartment A, so if you ever need anything..."

I think that my answer was a nod. Or something like that. My brain was, once again, too busy thinking about other things. Like about something I needed and that he could give me. While being naked. Both of us. On his bed. Or his sofa. Or even the floor, to be honest.

"See you around, neighbours."

"Bye!" Julia replied, closing the door. "Angel, are you ok?"

"Uh?"

"You look... Weird. Did you not like Rúben?"

"Oh, no. I did." I liked him very much, Julia. Very, very much. "I was just thinking about our cookies. Should we leave one for when your mum comes back from work?"

"Yes!" she said, running towards the kitchen while I just took a big breath, trying to forget about the thoughts going through my mind. And I managed to do it. Though only until I fell asleep that night, when I started having the most pornographic dreams of my life with the hot Portuguese neighbour. With Rúben.

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Sandcastles

Chris Evans x Black!Reader

WARNINGS: 18 + Up, Heavy ANGST, cursing, mentions of cheating, twist ending.

AUTHOR’s NOTE: Hey, hey, hey, I’m back. Sorry for the LONG wait. This drabble is based on Beyoncé’s song, Sandcastles. This is basically my reaction to the Chris & Alba situation if he was already taken. Yes, I felt some type of way about this “sudden” relationship and this is how I’m handling it.

BETA’d: @titty-teetee

SUMMARY: You find out that your fiancé has been lying to you.

We built sandcastles that washed away

I made you cry when I walked away

Oh, and although I promised that I couldn't stay, baby

Every promise don't work out that way, oh, babe

Every promise don't work out that way

In the middle of the living room of the home that you shared with your fiancé, soft melodic sounds echoed off the normally still quiet walls, as your fingers expertly twinkled across the keys of the black grand piano. It was the only thing you could do to keep yourself from shedding any more tears.

When you had awakened that morning you felt a deep worry in the pit of your gut. You tried to ignore it —tried to brush it off as just your usual anxiety, but that worry just continued to gnaw at your insides.

You had no idea where this worry was coming from, and that your entire world was about to come to a complete stop, before taking a straight nosedive to the pits of hell.

The sound of the front door opening nearly broke your concentration, as you knew that it was him coming home from his day of filming. But you just continued to play that melody that had been stuck in your head for days, because you knew if you’d stop your resolve would crumble.

A few moments later, you were forced to stop anyway the moment you felt his presence. You swallowed thickly, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. When you slowly turned around to face him, he was leaned against the closest wall —a soft smile against his handsome features and that stupid NASA hat shoved low on his head.

“That was beautiful.” He was the first to speak after a few seconds of silence. “Writing again?”

“I guess.” You breathed, eyes cast toward the floor, your heartbeat quickening in your chest.

He immediately knew that something was off with your behavior, as you now felt him trying to approach you. “Hey, everything okay?”

You quickly stood up from the piano’s bench to step from his hold. When you looked back up at him, you could see the disappointment in his steely blue eyes.

“Babe, what is it?”

You shook your head, feeling the betrayal of two tears slipping down your brown cheeks.

He called out to you, trying to approach you again. “What is it?”

You stepped away from him once more, swiping away another set of tears. “I need you to tell me the truth, Chris.”

He looked at you with confusion. “What are you—“

“Please,” you whispered softly, still swiping at more tears, “don’t, don’t pretend like you don’t know? Just be honest with me.”

He immediately noticed that your left hand was now empty of the ring he had given you months ago. The ring you promised that no matter what you would never remove. “Where’s your ring?”

“You know,” you began, ignoring his question, “when I woke up this morning, something didn’t feel right. I tried to put it off as it being nothing and that I was being paranoid, not knowing that the man I love —the man that I was planning to pledge my entire life to— was a fucking liar. So,” you looked back at him, “I’m gonna ask you again to tell me truth. I deserve that much.”

That had him taking a step back as he wiped a harsh hand across his face, pulling gently on his beard. He then placed his hands on his hips, his body turned away from you. “I don’t know what it is that you want me to say.”

“The truth, Christopher.” You sobbed, your reserve starting to crack. “I need to hear it from you.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he turned to look back at you and whispered softly, “I’m so sorry.”

You felt your entire heart shatter in a million little pieces at his apology for his indiscretion that you’d only found out only hours before.

“How,” you hiccupped, really trying to keep your composure, “how long was it going on? Is it still going on?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I ended it weeks ago.”

You let out a shaky breath, wanting nothing more than to scream and curse him out but all you could do was just cry.

“Fuck,” you heard his whisper through your cries, as he came toward you to pull you into his arms.

You immediately shoved him away from you. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking touch me, Chris. This whole thing, us, our entire relationship, was a lie, wasn’t it?”

Chris shook his head again. “No, babe, it wasn’t. I made a mistake —a mistake that if I could take back I would. I love you—“

Now it was your turn to shake your head, tears continuing to fall from your eyes, “no, Chris, you don’t fucking love me. Because if you did, you wouldn’t have fucked that bitch for months behind my back. I mean, you couldn’t even be honest with me. She was the who came to me on fucking social media, out of all places, and told me everything.”

Chris felt his heart sank. He knew he had fucked up —really fucked up. “What can I do? Please, tell me what to do.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Chris,” you whispered, “I tried to wrap my head around this all day. Like how could you do this to me —to us?” You sniffled, “I hope she was worth it, because you and me —we're done.”

You then slowly made your way over to the luggage near the foyer that somehow he hadn’t realized that was there in the first place.

In a panic, Chris immediately tried to stop you, gently grabbing your elbow and turning you back to him. “Please, don’t leave.” He reached to pull your face closer to him. “Tell me what I need to do to make this right. I’ll do anything.”

You could see the tears welled in his eyes but they didn’t matter to you. You grabbed his hands from your face, holding on for a moment too long, before pulling back.

“It’s too late, Chris.” You softly told him, walking away. “I’ll be back for the rest of my things.” Was the last thing you said as you left him standing alone to lay in the bed he had made.

The end of your relationship with Chris made headlines across Hollywood, and for your sanity, you went into hiding. Chris tried everyday to contact you —to try to work things out. But calls had been ignored. Text messages, Emails, and DMs went unanswered. Gifts were returned back to the sender. You wanted a clean break from the man who broke your heart and you were sticking to it.

Days then turned into weeks as weeks turned into months. Before you knew it a year and a half went by when you finally came back into the spotlight, mostly healed from your broken relationship and ready to take your crown back with a brand new, highly anticipated studio album.

With everyone wanting to know where you’d been for almost two years and what really caused your split from “Captain America”, the album was a major success. Critics loved it and your fans worshiped it. And rumor had it that you were predicted to make a clean sweep during next awards season.

Not too shabby for a woman who went through a painful break up and left society behind.

Now you were back in the place you never thought you’d be ever again. The Garden in Boston was the first stop on your first of many sold out shows on your tour. To say you were nervous would be an understatement as you hadn’t really performed in front of a crowd in years.

The show went off without a hitch. The fans seemed like they were enjoying every little bit of the experience. Even you were too, knowing how much you were dreading it.

The show was nearly over but you had one last song in you. The one song you were most nervous to play. Especially here, in this arena.

“How y’all doing tonight, Boston?” You spoke into the mic, sitting behind the exact replica of the grand piano in the home you and Chris once shared.

The crowd went insane and through the dark settings of your stage, you saw nothing but thousands of flashing lights before you.

You gave a small giggle, your breath echoed through the arena. “Y’all have been so good to me tonight. You know, to be honest with you all, I wasn’t sure if this tour was something that I wanted. But now I realize that it’s what I needed. So, thank you for being so amazing.” If it was possible, the crowds’ screams grew louder. “This uh,” you swallowed thickly, “this next song, I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little scared to perform. I had wrote it with the intention on putting it on my album but at the last minute, I scrapped the idea. But I want to perform it for y’all tonight, if that’s ok with you?” This time the crowd went into complete hysterics.

“Now, this song is very personal to me and I’ve only sang it three times —tonight being the first time I perform it in front of a full audience, so if I get a little choked up, don’t mind me okay,” you let out another giggle. “Anyway, I’m getting off subject, but, uh, this is Sandcastles.”

You sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm your growing nerves. You then placed your hand on the keys of the piano immediately flashing back to that dreadful day. But you suppressed those feelings and from memory began to play the melody.

And your heart is broken 'cause I walked away

Show me your scars and I won't walk away

Oh, and I know I promised that I couldn't stay, baby

Every promise don't work out that way, no, no, no, no, no

Every promise don't work out that way

As you began to sing, it was almost as if everything had stopped and it was just you and that piano. The lyrics hitting you where it hurt, along with the struggle and pain behind your beautiful voice, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. And by the time you finished, the whole crowd was now on their feet, screaming their praises.

You took your bow and thanked the audience for coming out, as you then quickly made you way off stage. Your first night was a complete success, and you couldn’t wait to hop on a plane back to LA.

“Hey, baby, how was the show?”

You smiled at your mother on the other end of your phone as the two of you FaceTimed. It was after 10 PM in Boston but 7 in Los Angeles.

“It was so beautiful, mama.” You released a sigh of relief, plopping on the couch in your dressing room. “I’m very happy with how everything turned out.”

“See, I told you, you had nothing to worry about. Didn’t I tell you?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, mama, you did. Thank you for making me do this. I needed it.”

“I love you, sweetheart and I know that you’ve been through it but you will come out on the other side.”

That was something that your mother kept telling you everyday for almost two years.

You gave your mom a small smile. “Is he asleep already?”

Your mother nodded. “Yeah, baby, I just put him down. Fought me the whole way. I think he’s going through another sleep regression. You’ll be home tomorrow morning right?”

“Why? You sick of babysitting already?” You teased softly, and now it was your mother’s turn to playfully roll her eyes at you.

“No, you know how much I love my grandson, I was just asking.”

You then released a yawn. “Yeah, I’ll be home tomorrow morning.”

“Okay, baby, I’m gonna let you get some rest and you have a safe flight. Call me later.”

“I will. Thank you, mama. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Hush, now, child. We’ll talk later. Love you.”

“I love you too, mama.” You gave your mother one last smile before the call disconnected.

You sat back on the couch for a few moments just taking everything in. And then you thought about your 9 month old son back home in LA. When you found out you were pregnant, that made your decision to stay in hiding. You didn’t want the stress of going through a very public break up, while pregnant, knowing the father of your child would most definitely want to be a part of your baby’s life.

So, you decided to keep that secret from the whole world and Chris. And you planned on keeping it that way forever

Lyrics - Beyoncé Sandcastles

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