#chris evans tickle

[tickles-in-ficland]

I’m on a Chris Evans kick lately 😂 Enjoy this short fic!

Undeserving

Summary: Feeling unworthy of being with someone just named “The Sexiest Man Alive” Chris shows Y/N just how deserving they are. Ler!ChrisEvans x Ticklish! GN!reader

Word count: 1,241

You were so proud. Truly you were. You were beaming with pride. Your boyfriend, your love, your best friend in the world had just been named “Sexiest Man Alive 2022” You always knew he was sexy, as did everyone else but now it was official. Even with all the excitement surrounding him, a tug of guilt and self deprecation was eating away at you.

What did you to deserve this man? You were decent looking you supposed, and Chris often told you how beautiful he thought you were but it wasn’t why he fell in love with you. Even still you didn’t feel like you deserved him. You two were introduced through his brother. Your niece went to school with his and you had hit it off instantly. Not only was he an amazing person who made laugh, and made you feel more loved than you ever had, he could literally have any super model he wanted, what made you special?

The internet didn’t help either. Normally internet trolls didn’t bother you, but people could be really mean out of jealously. An average girl with an A lister like Chris Evans? Who even is she?

You bit your lip as you scrolled through your instagram comments, a tear threatening to fall from your beautiful Y/E/C eyes.

Y/N is so average looking. Chris deserves someone who’s as good looking as he is.

Why is he with Y/N? A 2/10 at best. Someone that sexy should be with a 10/10

Y/N’s not even that cute. He would be happier with someone of his status. Y/N is probably only with him because he’s famous.

“Hey sweetheart.” you heard Chris’ smooth deep voice call from the doorway to the bedroom.

Not wanting him to see me that you were about to cry you quickly wiped the tear that threatened to fall. “Hey baby.” you said plastering on your best forced smile.

Seeing right through the facade, Chris’ brow furrowed as he sat next to you on the bed.

“Hey. “ Chris whispered quietly, tipping your chin to look at him, your eyes now brimming with tears. “Baby what’s wrong?”

You sniffled. “N-nothing. I’m fine.”

Chris shook his head. “No you’re not fine. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

You sighed, turning your phone so he could see what you were looking at. Letting out a deep sigh, Chris tossed the phone to the side and took your hands in his.

“Baby, you can’t let those trolls get to you. They are miserable people who like tearing others down.”

“Bu-but they’re right. I don’t deserve you. You’re this big movie star, the sexiest man alive according to literally everyone and rightfully so, and I’m just a nobody from a small town in Massachusetts. You deserve someone in the same league.”

You tried standing up but Chris gently guided you to sit back down.

“Firstly, it’s just a title. It means nothing at the end of the day. Secondly, You are not a nobody. You are the best person I’ve ever known. I never wanted to be with someone who was equally as known as me. I always wanted someone down to earth who could be my safe space from all that. You are that safe space baby.” he said stroking your cheek adoringly.

“And as far as your looks go, I think you are absolutely stunning and I find it hard to take my eyes off of you. But it’s not why I’m with you. You’re kind, compassionate, caring. You make me laugh with your goofy antics and your cheekiness. I couldn’t be more in love with you if I tried.”

Now wracked with sobs, you fell into his arms as Chris stroked your head gently, as your body shook with your cries. After a moment you sat up, sniffling and looked at your boyfriend who was staring so adoringly at you.

“I thought I didn’t deserve you.” you whispered wiping your tears.

“We deserve each other.” he said planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin slightly to meet his lips to yours. You melted into the kiss, pulling him close and tight wanting to savor every moment.

“Mmm.” Chris smirked pulling away from the kiss. “Now that’s more like it.”

You giggled slightly as you leaned back on the bed.

“There it is.” Chris smiled warmly. “There’s my favorite smile. Let me see it again.”

Your eyes sparkled with playfulness as you sat up and shook your head. You knew where this was going and you secretly hoped for it.

“No?!” Chris asked. “Guess I’ll just have to take care of that.”

With a gentle shove, you fell backwards on to the mattress. You turned your body slightly to try to scramble away but with a swift tug at your ankle, you were right back where you started.

“Chrihihis! Nohoho!”

“But I want to see my beautiful love’s even more beautiful smile.” He chuckled, his own beautiful smile taking up his whole face.

“Come oooon. Where is it?” he asked poking up and down your sides.

You shut your eyes tightly trying to push away the tickly sensation running through your body but nothing was working.

“Bahahbe! Plehehease!” Sporadic bubbly giggles spilled over as Chris began digging more forcefully into your sides and over your tummy. You batted at his hands weakly, a smile tugged at your lips as you attempted to suppress your laughter.

His eyes narrowed at you playfully. “Come on Y/N. Tell me where your smile is or this is going to get worse for you. I see it peeking out but I want the full smile. I know you can do it.”

“Nehehever!” you scoffed with a laugh.

“Oho! Nehever? Challenge accepted.” he declared.

Before you could say another word, his thumbs began to drill into your death spot. The crevice between your hips and your thighs. A scream of a belly laughter rang throughout the room.

“Hey!” Chris cheered as he continued his tickle attack. “There it is!”

“NAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” you laughed in ticklish agony. This spot was the absolute worst and Chris knew it.

“GOHOHO SOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHLSE!”

“But I finally found your beautiful smile baby. I’m not letting it get away again.”

“FIHIHINE! IHI AHAM SMIHIHILIHING!” you said plastering the biggest, cheesy smile you could muster.

Leaning down and blowing possibly the biggest raspberry possible in the crook of your neck, your laughter turned silent and it was then Chris knew you had enough.

He sat up with a smile watching you take deep, hungry breaths, your bright bubbly laughter still lingering as the ticklish sensation had not worn off.

“I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re undeserving of my love. Understood?” he asked helping you sit up.

A now real and genuine smile graced your face. “Yes Captain.” you said saluting him as a tease to his role as Captain America.

With a playful growl, he once again tackled you to the bed. With a surprised yelp, you giggled as you pulled him down to capture his lips with yours.

Breaking from the kiss for a moment he held your cheek in his palm. “I love you Y/N. With all my heart and more.”

“I love you too Christopher. Always and forever.”

“Always and forever.”

His lips once again crashing on top of yours, he showed you all the ways he loved you and never again did you believe yourself to be undeserving.

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[valiantphantomangel]

A/n: this is my delayed Christmas gift to you all, I hope you enjoy and a happy new year 🎊 🫶.

New years shenanigans

"Y/N get out of bed, the fireworks are about to start!" Robert yelled from downstairs and you groan before pulling a pillow over your head to silence the shouting.

You and the marvel cast were invited by RDJ to spend the night at his mansion to celebrate the New Year and watch the fireworks since his mansion looked over the city.

But you being you, got tired and decided to take a nap (over sleeping and not wanting to leave the warmth of the bed) and now it was almost midnight when the fireworks would start.

"I swear to god come down now or me, Hiddleston and Evans will come and drag you down!"

"But this bed is so warm" you whined softly as you snuggled further under the blankets.

"Alright that's it" Robert yelled and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming upstairs, you squealed and quickly pulled the blankets over your head to hide before the door was opened.

You heard them coming closer before Tom Hiddleston ripped your blanket off and tackled you onto the bed as you tried to run away.

"Now that's not very polite Little Dove" Tom mused as Chris Evans pulled your arms over your head and Robert took your feet in a chokehold to keep them still.

"SorRYHAHHAHAHA" i burst out laughing as Tom suddenly digged into my ribs.

"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear you there, did you hear her Evans"? Robert said with a grin as he traced your soles.

"Nope I didn't understand a thing" Chris grinned and tickled your neck softly.

"GHAHAHHHA YOU JERK'SHAHHAHAHAH"!

They all faux gasped and you knew you were done for, all of them went full in on your death spots.

It. Was. Torture.

Your scream of laughter went through the mansion as you trashed around, your face red from all the laughing.

"Are you going to come out of bed now?" Tom asked with a smirk as he looked down at you.

"YESHAHHAHAHA"!

"You promise?"

"I PROMISEHIHIHIHIHIHI"!

They let you go and you immediately curled up into a ball "i hate you guys" you mutter with some soft giggles as the ghost tickles slowly went away.

"You love us, now come on or we are gonna be late for the fireworks" Chris smiled and pulled you to your feet.

You all rushed downstairs to the rest of the cast who stood outside, counting down the last seconds of 2023.

"They got you too huh"? Scarlet asked as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah" you said with a soft chuckle.

"Those three are a serious pain sometimes" Sebastian said as he stood next to you.

"Oh you love us" Chris grinned as he punched Sebastian shoulder and quickly stood next to Hemsworth for protection as Seb looked at him daringly.

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR"!!

You all hugged each other as the sky littered with fireworks, illuminating the night's sky.

And as you stood there, in the arms of people who truly loved you, you couldn't believe how lucky you are.

The marvel cast is a family and you were honored to be part of it.

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[shadfanfic]

hey

It’s been forever since I posted something in hereee!! , omg i miss everyone! How are you!? I love you!, i know I stayed quiet for wayyy too long but i got a job and i got super busy with college shit and stuff, I’m getting back tho! I promise at anytime now i might just post all of the sudden!

-..

HOW IS EVERYONE!? If u have any questions I’m more than ready to answer please let’s chat! 🤍🤍

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[achillestickler]

I got a lot of requests for this guy, so I finally threw Chris Evans into the TorsoTickler2000! Check it out along with 140 more m/m tickling drawings at my sites! Both get idenTICKLE content!

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[astheskycries]

Tickle Tuesday with Chris Evans? He’s feeling playful…

Normally, I try not to do too much RPF, but this is a fun one- partially because it is confirmed Chris is hella ticklish. It doesn't even matter who starts it, every little poke and prod at each other leads to at minimum a tickle fight that leaves you both grinning and giggling at each other. Keep it up, and you may like where it leads... Or learn your lesson for provoking him.

#tickle tuesday #chris #chris evans #chris head cannon #chris evans headcannon #chris tickle headcannon #chris evans tickle headcannon #tickling #tickle headcannon

[ticklish-virgo]

Chris telling a bedtime story 😊😊

#tickle community #chris evans #bedtime stories #sleepy

[wordshakerofgallifrey]

I don’t know if it’s because the Toy Story movies were my favorite movies growing up, but I actually really love Lightyear

#was chris evans stunt casting on disney’s part? yes #but he’s GOOD #he performs buzz on tim allen’s level #I expected to maybe think it was cute but wasn’t hoping for much #but I’ve seen it twice and I’m like it’s actually really good #tickles my brain in all the right places #disney talks too much

[marveleefan]

can we just talked abt how cute this is.

CHRIS EVANS TICKLING BSBSVEGHSBDBD. okay bye my fellows lee 😾

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[navybrat817]

Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you. 

For a moment, you were at peace. 

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass. 

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you. 

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again. 

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement. 

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you. 

He was a kind soulmate in that regard. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Misc. Chris Evans Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[tickles-in-ficland]

The Assistant

Summary: Part 2 to Destination: Laughter. Reader gets to see what her aunt does for work and becomes more comfortable in a new city

Word Count: 3,789

Warnings: mild cursing otherwise all fluff

Pairing: Ler!Chris Evans x LeeFemale!Reader(platonic)

It had been about a week since you had arrived in California. You were getting settled in to your temporary room at your aunts house. Being the bad ass lady she was, she lived on her own, clearly well off enough to be able to do so.

‘She must have an amazing job’ you thought to yourself as you unpacked your bag and organized the room.

A quiet knock on the door caught your attention and you turned to see your aunt standing in the door way. “Hey doll. How do you like it?” she asked her arms causally crossed as she leaned on the door frame.

You sat down on the bed with a smile. “I love it auntie. Your home is beautiful. Thank you again for inviting me to stay with you this summer. I’m so excited.” you said curling your knees up to your chest.

Your aunt joined you on the bed sitting next to you. “How would you like to come to work with me tomorrow? I figured I’d let you get settled in and acclimated first. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Your face broke out in a wide grin. “I’d love that.”

“Perfect. I’ll get it set up at the studio to get you on the visitors list for the summer. It’ll just be easier if you have full access if I need something and it’ll be less of a hassle if you have easy access to find me.”

You nodded in excitement. “I can’t wait” you said your smile taking over your features.

Your aunt giving you what she thought was a friendly squeeze to your knee actually made you jump and giggle. Her eyes narrowed for a second before she threw her head back in a laugh. “You’re still as ticklish since the last time I saw you doll.” she said squeezing with more intent the second time.

You threw your head back in a laugh as you pushed her hands away. “Auhahahntie! Stahahap!”

“Alright alright. Get some rest and we’ll go first thing in the morning.”

You could hardly sleep that night you were so excited. You didn’t know exactly what your aunt did or what she was currently doing but you were excited to watch her work.

The next morning after a quick breakfast, the two of you headed to where she’d be working for the next few months. You watched as the city passed by the windows. Excited to explore it this summer you made mental notes of what you wanted to see. Keeping Chris’ suggestions in your head as well.

You were slightly bummed when you hadn’t heard from his assistant. You tried not to dwell on it too much. He was a busy famous actor, you were sure he’d forgotten about the random fan he met on his flight home. You were grateful to have met him and let that be it. Turning into a studio your aunt pulled up to the security gate. Flashing her badge the guard waved at her. She rolled down her window.

“This is my niece. She’s staying with me this summer. Can you make sure she gets a badge made for her as well? I might need her help now and then and I don’t want to have the hassle of her having to go through the visitors section every time.”

The security guard nodded. “Sure thing. Just go to the administration office and they’ll get her information. It might take a day or so but it should be fairly quick.”

Your aunt smiled at him and gave him a friendly wave. “Thanks Eddie.” she said before driving through the gates. You looked in awe as you passed the different buildings. You wondered what was being filmed. You figured you’d find out eventually.

After getting your badge pass information sorted out, you were given a temporary pass to keep around your neck until your other one arrived. Your aunt led you to her office. You plopped down on her couch and shut your eyes for a moment.

“Do you mind if I explore a little bit?” you asked sitting up.

She swiveled in her chair to face you. “Yes. But please try to stay out of the way. It’s a busy filming day.”

You nodded. “Absolutely. Uh, what exactly is it?”

Your aunt grinned. “Go find out for yourself.”

Your head tilted in confusion as she smiled at you and shooed you out of the door. As you turned the corner glancing down at your phone, about halfway down the hallway you bumped into someone and stumbled back.

Glancing up at who you collided with your jaw dropped in disbelief.

“You’re kidding me.” You said in shock.

In front of you stood none other than your seat mate, Chris Evans.

Chris’ eyes widened as well as he was equally as surprised to see you. “My seat buddy!” he said pulling you into a quick hug before pulling you back to look at you again.

“As happy as I am to see you, how are you here?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “Did you sneak in here?” he teased.

You shook your head with a laugh. “I’m not that sneaky. No, my aunt works in this building.”

“No kidding. Small world huh?” he asked. “Well guess I don’t have to have my assistant call you.” he said with a laugh.

Your head tilted while you bit the inside of your lip in concentration. “It’s okay if you didn’t. I wasn’t going to be offended. I didn’t even expect you to remember the random fan you met on your flight back.”

“I always keep my word.” Chris said seriously. “And besides, like I told you before. It was refreshing to meet a fan who treated me like a person. So yes. of course I remembered you.”

Almost getting choked up, you offered him a sincere smile. “And I meant it.”

“Well, since you’re here, why don’t you come meet her anyway?” he asked gesturing and leading you back down the hallway.

When Chris knocked on your aunts door, your mouth dropped again. No. There was absolutely no way.

“Heeeeey. There’s my favorite assistant.” he said sticking his head in from the door way smiling sweetly at her.

You heard your aunt chuckle. “What do you want Christopher?”

“I have someone I want you to meet.” He took your arm gently and led you into the room.

Your aunt and you made eye contact and you looked from her to Chris and back to her. Still in shock and disbelief. There was no way.

Your aunt smiled gently. “Yes Chris. I know her. This is my niece Y/N.”

Now it was his turn to look confused. “Wait a minute… Oh my god. Yes you told me about her coming to visit!” He said pinching the bridge of his nose as he let out a breathy laugh and looked over at you, who still had a puzzled look on your face. “I can’t believe I didn’t make that connection when we spoke on the flight!”

You rubbed your temples still trying to process everything. “I am still SO confused. Auntie why didn’t you tell me?!”

Your aunt smiled at your confused state. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I know how big of a fan you are and what a big crush you’ve had on him.”

“Auntie!” you hissed before covering your face in embarrassment. “That couldn’t wait until he left the room?” you said in a harsh whisper, but was still able to be heard by everyone in the room.

Through your fingers you saw Chris grinning at you. It made you want to sink into the floor.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I told you who I sat next to on the flight?” you asked.

Your aunt shrugged with an impish smile. “More fun for you to find out this way.”

You groaned and turned to Chris with your cheeks bright pink. “I am so sorry. She’s exaggerating.”

Chris chuckled. “Is she though? I’ve never known her to lie.”

“I-ugh!” you said throwing your arms up and plopping back on the couch.

Chris sat next to you and gave you a gentle shove. “Hey.” he said trying to get your attention but you curled into yourself. He grinned remembering how he got you to talk last time.

“Heeeey Y/N” he said giving a few pokes to your side. Your lips twitched in a grin you attempted to push back down.

Your aunt chuckled as she leaned over to Chris. “She’s incredibly ticklish. If you want anything out of her that’s the way to get it.”

Your head shots up and your eyes widened. “Why?!”

Chris threw his head back in a laugh. “Oh I know. Accidentally found out. It was rather adorable.” he smirked down at you.

You groaned and jumped up. “Not. Adorable.” you said making the two of them laugh. “Am I going to have to explore this place alone or?” you said a smile returning to your face.

Chris stood up and offered you his arm. “This way m’lady.”

You giggled as you took his arm. Turning to shoot your aunt a quick playful glare, she winked as you and Chris exited her office.

The two of you walked in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry about my aunt. She likes to embarrass me.” you said shaking your head with a small smile playing on your lips.

Chris let out a breathy laugh. “Isn’t that what family is for?” he asked receiving a nod and smile from you.

As you turned a corner your jaw dropped. Chris looked at your reaction and a deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. You were standing on the set of a Marvel film. You couldn’t believe your aunt didn’t tell you anything! Probably because it would get this reaction.

“I- wow.” was all that came out. “I can’t believe what I’m looking at.” you said looking around.

“Yeah I guess my job is pretty awesome.” he said letting your arm down gently before putting his hands in his pockets.

Now feeling more comfortable around him, you looked up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. “Actors.” you scoffed. “So full of themselves.”

Chris’ eyes twinkled as he looked down on you feigning shock. “Who me?!”

You giggled as the two of you continued to walk around the set. Chris took you around, showing you different props and set pieces and introduced you to a few of the cast and crew.

The two of you found a table inside the studio cafe. You begun pulling out your wallet when Chris held his hand up. “No no. My treat. Order whatever you want.”

You shook your head. “Oh no you don’t have to. You’ve already been so kind to me.”

With a gentle smile, he pushed your hand with your wallet down by your side. “It’s really okay Y/N I’m happy to.”

With a sigh you put your wallet back in your pocket. “Fine. You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?” you asked a small smile tugging at your lips.

Matching your smile, Chris shook his head. “Now go ahead.” he said gesturing you to approach the counter.

Once the orders had been placed you found a table not far from the counter to sit down. You were still trying to wrap your head around everything. Your aunt was Chris Evan’s assistant, you were on the set of a Marvel film, you were drinking coffee with Chris Evans. You wouldn’t believe it if it wasn’t happening to you.

“So.” Chris said as he took a sip of his coffee. “You’ve got a crush on me huh?” he said playfulness dancing in his eyes. He was just getting to know you and clearly already enjoyed teasing you.

“Oh my god.” You said putting your face in your hands. “Really? Do you just enjoy embarrassing fans when they meet you?” you asked with less bite than you were hoping as a smile snuck up on your face.

Chris let out a small giggle. “Maybe.” he said with a casual shrug. “You’re particularly fun to get under the skin. You blush so easily it’s so cute.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “I am still trying to process everything. I had no idea my aunt worked for you. And that this is where I’ll be spending my summer. Or that if you’d told me I’d be having coffee with THE Chris Evans.” you emphasized the last part which Chris caught on to.

“THE Chris Evans? Wow. I’m honored. I don’t sit and have coffee every day with people I just met so consider yourself lucky.” he said with a wink.

That made you giggle as you took a sip of your drink. “Oh wow I’m the luckiest.” you said in a monotone voice. “But really, thank you for being so kind to me.”

Chris have a friendly nod. “Of course. Your aunt has been wonderful to work with and if she’s as wonderful as she is, I have no doubt her family is just as great.”

Once again, the heat rising to your cheeks, impossible to hide the grin that now graced your entire face. “By the end of the summer you’ll be sick of seeing my face.”

Chris rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Who said it would take to the end of the summer?” he said with a wink.

Your eyes widened at his cheeky comment and your jaw slacked in shock. “Ouch. Fair, but ouch!” you said with a deep belly laugh.

This was going to be an amazing summer.

***********************************

A few weeks had passed and you were growing more acclimated with the city and the studio where your aunt worked. After all the legality had been taken care of, NDA’s an all(can’t have you spilling secrets!!) you were free to roam the studio as you pleased. Your aunt showed you the ropes of being an assistant. You found yourself more and more wanting to make this your career. You had just graduated from college and didn’t have anything lined up.

Over the next 6 weeks you got to know the cast and crew more. You and Chris had developed a playful friendship. Almost like a big brother/little sister relationship. His favorite hobby was getting on your nerves when you were trying to work. But you never had any siblings growing up, so as an only child you never had that experience so you were thankful Chris and the other cast mates took you under their wing. Everyone was so nice and welcoming and made you feel like part of the family even though you had just come in a few weeks prior.

You sat in your aunts office, filling in some information for her on her laptop while she had some meetings regarding Chris’ upcoming schedule.

You didn’t hear the door to her office open as you were focused on what you were doing. Out of nowhere a pair of hands drilled into your sides, causing you to scream and jump to turn to find Chris grinning at you.

“Jerk!” you said smacking his shoulder making him laugh. “You scared the shit out of me!” you said crossing your arms with a pout.

“Aw. But it was funny!” he said trying to give you a hug but you turned your body away from him, attempting to be mad at him but you both knew it wouldn’t last.

“YYYY/NNN” he said in a sing song voice. “Come oooon. Don’t be mad at your favorite avenger.” he said leaning down to attempt to make eye contact with you.

A ghost of a smile threatened to escape so you turned your back and tried to sit down at the desk but you felt yourself being scooped up.

“Chris!” you squealed kicking your legs trying to get out of his arms. “Put. me. down!”

A mischievous smile was all you saw before he walked the few feet to the couch before tossing you down and pinning your arms down.

“Don’t.” you said, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Don’t what?” he asked hovering over you.

You knew he was trying to get you to fall into his trap. One you’d fallen into before. Unfortunately for him you caught it before it slipped out

“Tick- I’m not falling for that!”

Chris threw his head back in his signature laugh. “No matter. I’m going to do it anyway.”

Before you could open your mouth Chris’ hands dug into your ribs, a scream of laughter erupted from you.

“CH-CHRHIHIHIS!” you squealed batting at his hands. “NAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAHAN’T!” you twisted and turned trying to evade his tickling fingers.

Chris’ deep laugh rumbled through his chest as he watched you kick and squirm. “It’s what you get for being so grouchy!”

“I-hi aham nohot grouchy! You’re juhust a pahain in my aHAHAass!”

With a playful growl his fingers danced between each rib, eliciting a shriek of laughter.

“And you’re a brat!” Chris grinned down at you. “And I know your worst spot.”

Your eyes wide, shaking your head furiously. “Plehehease dohohon’t!” you giggled.

“But I gotta.” he said before drilling his thumbs into your thighs, throwing your head back, bringing the deep belly laughter he’d grown quite a fan of.

“CH-CHR-HIHIHIHIS!” you said a scream of laughter filling the room. “PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!” you said smacking his arm, signaling you were tapping out of this play flight.

Seeing as you were now shaking in silent laughter Chris paused his fingers, grinning down at you. “Are you done being a grouch?” he asked his fingers still wiggling towards you.

Still holding firm your brows furrowed. “I am not grouchy! I was busy doing work and you’re being annoying!”

With a sigh, as if it pained him to do it, he pinned your arms back down to your sides and buried his scratchy beard in the crook of your neck blowing several raspberries.

You were pretty sure the whole building heard your screams of laughter as your legs kicked the couch wildly behind him.

“OH-OHHOHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! MEHEHEHERCY!!” your boisterous laughter causing the deep silent laughter to return.

Finally relenting, Chris climbed off of you and plopped next to you on the couch while you gasped for air between residual giggles.

“You are the worst.” you grumbled but couldn’t hide the grin forming.

“I don’t know Y/N I never actually heard you ask me to stop.” he teased. “Besides tickling you and driving you crazy is what honorary big brothers do.” he said with a playful nudge.

You opened your mouth to protest but you both knew it was useless. He was well aware you appreciated the playful friendship you had formed.

“You’re still a pain in my ass, Evans.” you said straightening your shirt as you stood up.

A few minutes later your aunt walked back through the door. Seeing your disheveled state she looked between you and Chris, one of you scowling and one of you grinning like a cheshire cat.

“Christopher what did you do to my poor niece?”

Continuing to grin, he simply shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

As you opened your mouth to scold him, you heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see Sebastian Stan standing in the doorway.

“Seb!” you ran over to the actor and wrapped your arms around his waist, earning a hug in return.

Chris scoffed from across the room. “So you’re happy when you see him but not me?” he asked playing innocent to the fact that he just tickled you to tears.

“Seb didn’t come in here with the sole purpose to get on my nerves. So yes.” you sassed back to him

“It’s okay Y/N, he gets on everyone’s nerves.” Sebastian said laughing giving you another squeeze.

Now it was Chris’ turn to pout. “Dude! Not cool.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully and looked back down at you. “What was he doing?”

“Torturing her.” Chris said causally and then narrowed his eyes at you with a smug smile. “She’s insanely ticklish.”

“Christopher!” you shouted as Sebastian burst out laughing. “Just shout it to the whole damn studio why don’t you?”

You dared to glance up at Sebastian who had a wicked grin on his face. “Are you now?”

You jumped back and put your arms out. “Don’t even Seb. I am still recovering from pain in the ass over there.” you said gesturing your thumb in Chris’ direction, who in turned smirked at you before turning to his co-star.

“Is there a reason you’re in MY assistant’s office?” he said trying to appear mad but everyone knew he wasn’t.

“Oh! Yeah! You’re needed on set. Like….” he glanced at his watch. “Like 5 minutes ago.”

He turned to your aunt as he exited to the room. “Meetings go okay? Anything I need to know?”

Shaking her head with a smile she gently pushed his shoulder. “Nothing you need to be concerned with now. Get out of here.” she said shooing the two men out of the room.

With a friendly wave the two men exited and headed to shoot their scenes.

Your aunt turned to you, laughing. “Are you okay kiddo?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Yes I’m okay. Being here is a dream. I think I want to make this my career. Everyone here is so welcoming and I never thought I’d get to work with actors I so greatly admire.”

Your aunt smiled fondly at you. “Well you’re doing a wonderful job and it’s so nice to have the help. Especially to keep those boys in line.”

A full grin on your face now, you nodded in agreement. “If someone had told me that my favorite actor would become like an older brother, I would’ve said you’re lying. He’s an annoying little shit but you know I grew up an only child and being in a new city, it’s nice to have people who are willing to show me the ropes.”

“He is pretty great. I got lucky to have him as a boss. You still crushing on him?” she asked with a small chuckle.

You shook your head vigorously. “Oh god no. We’ve become too good of friends for that. I mean obviously I’m not blind, I have eyes…he’s insanely attractive and anyone who says otherwise is lying but no. I’ve uh, kind of started crushing on someone else. But I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed me. I’m either with you helping you with paperwork and phone calls so we haven’t really had time to talk much. But, he’s really cute.” you said blushing slightly.

“Soooo who is it?” she asked.

Shaking your head, you didn’t want to reveal who it was. Your aunt gave you a few jabs to the side making you giggle and jump back. “Ohokay!” you said swatting at her hand.

“His name is Tom. “

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jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 6.2k

content: very juicy chapter. is all im gonnna say.

notes: i cant stay mad at my otps i fear

PART IV — better yet, she wouldn’t care 

“If I have to hear one more handjob joke, I’m gonna lose it. So please tell me you have good news.” 

Lee Fletcher’s dark blue eyes flitted up to yours, his lashes tickling just under his eyebrow when he did. His hands were fiddling with the bandage that wrapped around your hand, but they slowed when you spoke, “Bare with me, newbie.”

You sighed deeply, fighting the urge to fall back onto the cot that you were sitting on — you’d had the stupid bandage wrapped around your hand and wrist for what felt like eternity, but was really only five days. You should be thankful, really, since the last time you’d broken your wrist you’d been walking around with a thick blue cast on for a month, but you couldn’t help but be a little peeved. Capture the flag was today, and you hadn’t trained nearly as much as the others had due to your injury — when you probably should’ve been training twice as much, only because you were new and unfamiliar with the game. 

It was their fault for hyping it up; if they had just shut up about it, you wouldn’t have been as excited about taking part, broken wrist or not. But alas, demigods were barbarians — barbarians who thirsted to beat each other up in a controlled battle. Barbarians who didn’t have any regard for the new camper when they were climbing all over each other to see the freshly posted team setup, and trampled all over their perfectly good wrist. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been standing right in front of the notice board.” Luke had been saying all week. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have asked me to accompany you there, then.” You replied every time. 

Lee narrowed his gaze, flipping your hand around carefully in his, kneading at curtain parts of your skin while checking you for reactions. When you showcased nothing but annoyance at your own shit luck, he leaned back with a cheeky smile, “Well, it’s looking good. I don’t think you need this anymore.” 

He lifted up the knot of bandage he’d removed from your hand and threw it with perfect precision into the trash can on the other side of the room, before turning and grinning at you. You couldn’t help but grin back, “You’re the best.” 

“I’m told.” He shrugged, feigning a humble demeanour. You stood, and he did so with you, looking at you pointedly, “But you should still take it easy today. It’s your first game, and you’ve been here for a week. Nobody is gonna judge you for stepping back today.” 

You scoffed, rolling your newly healed wrist around with a small smile, “I’m not stepping back for shit, Fletcher. I’m beating the hell out of Chris Rodriguez.”

“He’s on your team.” 

“I don’t care.” You rebutted. Lee rolled his eyes, but ultimately let you off with a wave. “See you later!” 

The past five days had been fairly tame. When the team setup was posted on Sunday afternoon, everyone went immediately into prep mode for the game. You knew they took it seriously, but you didn’t realise how seriously they did until you found yourself being pulled out of your sleeping bag at five in the morning so you could get a headstart on training with Luke. Although you didn’t see the relevance — after you’d broken your wrist, the boy hadn’t even let you look at a spear, so you woke up at the asscrack of dawn to…sit around and watch him train. 

Thankfully, Hermes had paired up with Ares for once, and Clarisse wasn’t letting you off easily. Whenever she could, she was dragging you to the arena and teaching you how to fight one-handed. So you were more than ready, skipping down the infirmary steps with an easy smile. 

“I think I see you here more than I see you anywhere else.” 

You paused, looking up and spotting Evan, leaning gently on the porch railing. You rounded the steps and stopped in front of him, “Hey. I’ve only been here twice.”

“In…” He checked his imaginary watch, “One week. That’s gotta be a record.”

You narrowed your eyes jokingly, “Okay. I’m still learning, leave me alone.” 

“We’ll see how much you’ve learnt later today.” He quipped, running a hand through his hair. He smirked at you, “Good luck.” 

“Thanks.” You slid out, sarcasm evident in your tone. He laughed, and you smiled, rolling your eyes. 

“Come on, clumsy. Let’s get to training.” He began to walk off, and you followed, presumably to where the Hermes team were gathering for last minute preparations. 

For this game, they’d paired up with Ares and Athena, Apollo taking lead for the blue team with Hephaestus and Aphrodite. Red team also had Demeter, and the boys of cabin twelve were on the blue team. It seemed like a pretty good split; or at least you thought it was, judging by the reactions of everyone when they read the pamphlet. You might have been reading it wrong, though. After all, you were crying out in pain and cradling a shattered wrist when it happened. 

Athena was always a good cabin to pair up with, was what Evie had told you when she was taking your measurements for armour. You presumed so, goddess of war and all. But you were a little wary about the Cabin Ten girls — Aphrodite was also a warrior goddess, after all. 

Evan led you around the back of the pegasi stables and through a mudded path. The only reason you hadn’t taken off running in fear that he was leading you to your imminent death was because the wood nymphs were out and about, milling around like bodyguards. They eyed you up at first, but a few of them recognised you from your impromptu baseball session with Luke last week and told them to back off. 

“Here she is, the woman of the hour!” Clarisse exclaimed when she saw you break through the trees. A few people glanced back and smiled at you politely, a sentiment you returned as Evan led you to the front of the crowd where she stood. 

Luke was beside her, and only nodded at you. You nodded back, a glimmer in your eyes that made his hands twitch. 

“Okay, now that our whole team is in attendance, we can begin.” The Ares girl said, conviction prominent in her voice. She was made to lead, that much was obvious. “You all know the deal. I won’t repeat it, not with the blue team so close by, but…” She sent a meaningful look around the whole crew, “You know where to go. We’ve been practising this, and in a couple of hours it’ll be time to bring home yet another win.”

“It’s pretty much all in the cards for us.” Luke cropped himself into the speech, “Cabin Nine have their special machinery but we’ve got wit, power and numbers. We’ll be fine.” 

“Speaking of cabin nine.” Clarisse hopped down from the wooden crate she was standing on, “I grabbed this from them just before the teams went up. Had to make sure they didn’t sabotage it.”

She pulled a long spear out from behind some other boxes, and let it shimmer in the light. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t keep your eyes away from it. Despite it being made from celestial bronze, the forger had clearly done something to make it shine a mesmerising silver. You could see your reflection in it as it glistened under the sun. It was double ended and if you squinted, you could see tiny spikes coiling around the first ten or so inches of each end. The shaft was smooth and engraved with something you could only make out when she walked over and handed it to you. 

“Wait.” You took it out of instinct, weighing it in both hands but giving a shocked look to Clarisse, “This is mine?” 

“You’re damn right.” She smirked, “Jake was having a field day making that thing, couldn’t stop talking about it. Especially when he added these,” She poked one of the spikes that coiled around the shaft and rubbed the tips of her fingers together with a wince, “They’re lethal. You’ll be unbeatable out there with this thing.” 

“Cool.” You gave it an experimental swing, and everyone in your vicinity took a long step back. You shrugged, smiling anyway, “Whoops.” 

You felt very powerful with your new weapon, and now that you had it in your hands, you could marvel at the engravings. They were images, battles fought — a lot of them recognisable. There was Perseus killing Phineus and Polydectes with Medusa’s head, Heracles and the Nemean Lion. There was even an engraving of Tantalus stealing the ambrosia and nectar from Olympus, for some reason. You’d have to ask Jake about that later. 

“We have two hours until we need to gather at the pavilion, so we won’t bore you with details.” A young girl who you’d seen around camp before stood up and addressed the crowd. She was very little, but she exuded authority even at her young age. “But if I see you lazing around, I’ll put my dagger through your foot.”

There was a chorus of nods and murmured agreement, so the little girl stepped back and nodded at Luke, who told them all to go get ready. The crowd dispersed, but you stayed firmly put as the boy made his way over to you, the little girl following behind him. 

“Sunny.” He tried not to smile, but you saw his lips twitch. He gestured to the girl beside him, “This is my little sister Annabeth. Newly appointed Counselor of Athena.”

You raised a brow, impressed, before looking down at the girl with a smile, “Hey, Annabeth.” You introduced yourself, trying not to show her how kind of scared you were for her to not like you. 

Luckily she nodded, “Hi. You better be good with that spear.”

“I’d like to think I am.” You joked. She didn’t laugh, simply telling Luke she was going to brainstorm and left you both alone in the clearing you’d been gathered in. You raised your brows at him, “I think she gets her stoic indifference from you.” 

He cracked a smile then, grabbing your spear from you and weighing it in his own hands, “Yeah. She’s a firecracker.” He looked at you firmly, “Think you’ll be good for this game? It’s not too late to back out.”

You snatched the weapon right back from him, rubbing his finger prints from the shaft with your sleeve and sending him a half-glare, “You just want an excuse to use this instead of me. I’m fine, JoJo.”

He raised a single brow, “Fine. But if you end up back in the infirmary, I’m not gonna kiss your wounds better.”

You smirked, backing away and pointing your free finger at him daringly, “You wouldn’t be able to hold back.”

He laughed, hand on heart, “Right.” 

You were quick to retreat to the Arena where you knew Clarisse was waiting for you. A good chance to break in the new armoury and swing a spear around that wasn’t made of styrofoam or rotten wood. You caught yourself a good sweat in an hour and a half, and Clarisse was covered in bloody dots from those spikes. Even if you were injured, they still didn’t stand a chance against those. It was a comforting thought. 

You would’ve practised the whole time had it not started raining — something that confused you greatly since the camp had a controlled climate. Clarisse just rolled her eyes, though, claiming that Chiron was upping the dramatics for the game. You were unsure that the centaur could just…make it rain, but you went along with it. You’d only been a demigod for a week after all. 

Not wanting to be completely soaked by the time the game started, you retreated back to the Hermes cabin, shortening your spear down with a click and tucking it into your belt loop before you sat down. You were still on the floor, still next to the six year-old who almost always rolled on top of you in the night — you had now perfected your rollover technique to get him off you without waking him up. 

You were re-lacing your combat boots when two shadows loomed over either side of you. Without so much as a glance away from your foot, you said plainly, “Stolls. What do you want?”

A twin pair of scoffs sounded and you just rolled your eyes. The one on the left spoke first, and you thought it might have been Travis, “Bold to assume we want anything.” 

“I mean, we do.” Connor added from your right, and the indisputable sound of a hard slap came right after. “Ow! Asshole.”

“Cut to it.” You moved onto your other shoe now that the left one was wound tight. You were always pretty speedy at tying laces, a fairly random skill but a skill nonetheless. 

“Well…” Connor started. 

“Luke put us on second offence.” Travis continued. 

“But we sorta hate doing second offence.” 

“Yeah, it’s way too much work.”

Connor leaned over your shoulder so his stupid grin was visible in your peripheral vision, “And we heard that you are on side offence. Which has a much lower maiming risk.”

“So you wanna swap spots?” You deducted, looking up from your feet and giving them a blank glance. They nodded, and you sighed, “Ok, first of all, there’s two of you and one of me. You’ll have to find someone else to swap with too.”

“Already done.” Travis nodded, “Sabine loves second offence.”

“Second of all,” You sent them firm looks, “Luke isn’t going to let you change the layout right before the game. Neither is Clarisse and neither is Annabeth.”

“Which is why we aren’t telling them.” Connor said like it was obvious, holding out his hands like he’d presented you with the best idea ever conjured, “Luke and Clarisse are on first offence and Annabeth is on last defence, right by the flag. No one will know.”

“Plus,” Travis sang, wiggling his eyebrows, “This is a perfect opportunity to prove to everyone how badass you are.”

“Yeah, Luke’s had you on a leash since you hurt your wrist.” Connor raised a teasing brow, “Why not show him what you’re made of?” 

You looked between them, and the silence that stretched seemed to serve as an answer because they were smirking at you and pushing themselves up and out of the door before you could utter a word. 

The rain hadn’t settled — Chiron and his dramatics, although it appeared Mr D wasn’t too much of a fan. God or not, he still got wet with the rest of them. You stood between Luke and Clarisse, the former shielding both your heads with his black jacket — Annabeth ended up squeezing between the two of you when she couldn’t keep up with her I’m too good to hide from the rain facade. You took it as a win, she was warming up to you! 

“Welcome to our first capture the flag of the summer!” Chiron bellowed, pausing for the cheers that resounded. “The usual rules are enforced. Magic weapons are permitted, the flag must be prominently presented with no more than two guards no less than ten yards from the flag! No killing or maiming, and no gagging or bounding of prisoners. Let the games begin!” 

There was a loud echo of cheers and battle cries as the first conch sounded — they only had twenty minutes to get into position and then they would be permitted to cross the creek into enemy territory. Annabeth was quick to gather up the flag guards and send them off to their agreed location with nothing but a sharp eye before she was pulling together the defensive lines and sending them off too.

“Hey.” Just before you could walk off, Luke grabbed your attention, levelling his eyes with yours as best as he could from under his helmet. He adjusted yours and patted your shoulders, “You got this, Sunny.”

You nodded, “Damn right I do.” 

It was hard to navigate the woods in the rain, which was still pouring almost torrentially over them. The forest floor had grown slippery and wet with the new downpour, but the campers traipsed through it roughly, boots squelching as they moved. You followed the side defence through mud and grass, dodging branches and puddles until you couldn’t hear the chatter of Luke and Clarisse from behind you. Then you stopped, and just ahead of you, Sabine did the same. 

It wasn’t long before Connor and Travis were pushing through the trees and greeting the pair of you with wide grins. Sabine rolled her eyes, “Shove off, punks.”

Then she was storming in the direction they came from, and you had no choice but to follow. It was hard to keep up with her long strides, but whenever you lost her in the fog you just followed the sound of her annoyed mutters. 

“Stupid kids. Can’t be trusted on last offence let alone second. It’s not fair. I punch one kid for cheating and Luke sends me to side defence. Side! Stupid punk has been out of it for too long, needs a reality check.”

You didn’t bother responding — whether you were going to agree or come to Luke’s defence, you had no idea. You just followed her to the edge where the second offence was lined up just past the edge of the shore. Evie and Evan gave you the same confused look. 

“Those Stoll fuckers wanted an easy out.” Sabine spat, pushing a stray curl back under her helmet and heaving her giant club over her shoulder. 

The twins didn’t question or fight the decision, simply shrugging and going back to where they were tracing their own tic tac toe game into the wet sand. You stood idly, hands fiddling with your belt buckle before the second conch sounded. Almost immediately did the first and side offences cross the creek and disappear into the woods, while you pulled your spear from the ground and followed the twins and Sabine across the water moments after they were gone. 

Then it was a waiting game. 

“Fuck Apollo, Marry Athena and Kill Hermes.” 

Evie scoffed, shaking her head, “No. No way. Athena would be way controlling as a wife, you gotta bag Apollo.” 

Sabine hummed, “No. I think Athena and I would be unstoppable together.”

You looked up from your shoes and between the three that stood before you. It had been two hours and the most action you had was seeing one of your own teammates get flung right back over the creek by some cabin nine contraption that you were not too keen on meeting. Your spear rested across the back of your shoulders, your arms swung around the shaft at either side as you contemplated your own answer. 

“No, see —“ You huffed, “I couldn’t marry Athena, but only because she conjures babies with her brain. I could never win an argument, I know that for sure.”

“But we all agree on killing Hermes, right?” Evan butted in with a laugh that was immediately shared by the rest of them. He settled down and squinted for a moment, “Ok. Fuck, Marry, Kill. Iris, Nemesis and…Hypnos.” 

There was immediate discourse, everyone speaking up at once with their own opinions. Sabine thought Hypnos would be a terrible lay — He’d fall asleep halfway through! — but Iris would be overbearing as a wife. Evie said Nemesis would be the best wife, she’d never let anyone hurt you, and you were just about to add on that Iris could let you eavesdrop on other people’s conversations whenever you were bored when a loud crack echoed through the trees. 

Then it was quiet. You all shared silent looks, baring your weapons and facing the enemy side. 

Another crack, a snap of a twig. Then a crash, like something being dropped onto a pile of leaves. 

A scream, and a manic son of Aphrodite breaking through the trees and aiming a large Kopis at Evan, who was quick to defend with his dual wielding swords. His teammates followed, and the rest of you jumped into action — you were only slightly panicked when you realised your opponent was a Hephaestus kid who was nearly double your height. 

You’d seen him around sometimes, he was only a year or so younger than you. Same age as Clarisse, and definitely the same level of skill in battle. What made him even scarier was that he fought with nunchucks…fucking nunchucks! And he was good with them, too. 

But you had been taught well. You were quick to defend your body and use both ends of your spear to deflect each nunchuck from making contact. At one point, he clipped your arm pretty hard, and that was when you realised they were ribbed along the edges making for a harder hit. You bounced back though, swinging every which way and not letting him touch you again. 

Briefly, you could hear your peers’ own battles. There weren’t any shouts of pain, or cries for help, so you put all your focus on the boy before you. He had a height advantage, and swung his weapon down on you fairly often, which left your torso open when you held your spear over your head. But your reflexes were like lightning, and no matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t land that second hit. 

Fuelled by his own frustration, he lunged forward and tried to wrap the chain of his chucks around the shaft of your spear. He attempted to no avail a couple of times, but then he clicked a button on one of the shafts and released a crackle of energy along it. You were shocked momentarily by the reveal of his electric nunchucks that you faltered in your defence and he managed to wrangle your weapon in his own on the third try. You pulled back hard, trying to regain control and prevent his disarm, but he just pressed that damn button again and this time the volts ran through his chain and up the entire length of your spear. 

The crack that resounded was huge. Too huge to have come from those tiny nunchucks.  

Where you were expecting a sudden and painful shock through your hand and arms you instead felt a massive give. You stumbled back, shocked, but regained your footing before you could fall onto the wet ground. Your spear was in your hands, and the nunchucks were still wrapped tightly around the middle. You looked up from them to see their owner crumbled in a heap on the ground, nursing his painfully red hands while the rainfall soaked his clothes even more. 

You’d completely forgotten you weren’t alone until one of his teammates dropped their shield and ran to his aid. You looked up, expecting to meet the dumbstruck eyes of Evie and Evan, only to see their gazes fixed elsewhere. You turned your head. 

There in the grass was a giant streak of black, stretching along the shore for nearly five metres. It took a second for you to realise that it was embers — the ground had been burnt completely from where you stood to where it ended. And standing just before it was Luke and Clarisse — the blue team's flag in hand. They weren’t moving, they were staring at the burn in the floor, at you.

Your chin wobbled a little until the echo of the other team reached your ears. You looked at the pair urgently, “Move!”

And they did. Even when the blue team kids you’d been fighting  before tried to stop them, they were held back and Luke and Clarisse led your team to an easy victory. 

They cheered, and the conch sounded. Chiron emerged through the wood and smiled at them in congratulations — the whole spark debacle was nearly forgotten, campers too busy either cheering or groaning to notice the burn streak on the floor. Chiron did, though, and soon though the short lived celebration quieted down as he asked about it. 

Eyes turned to you. You shrugged, “I don’t…I don’t know what happened, it just —“

But then there were gasps. All around you. And suddenly Chiron wasn’t looking at you, he was looking at the space above your head. And then so was everyone else. 

When you looked up, squinting past the rain, and your eyes fixated on that glowing lighting bolt that floated above your head, the world went quiet. A week of hearing everything about the glory of being claimed — how at ease you would be, how reassured you would end up. None of it was true. Because for some reason, the symbol that hung above your head sent nothing but trepidation running through you. 

You almost missed Chiron's next words,  

“Zeus. Law Maker. Striker of Lightning. King of Olympus. All hail.” He shouted your name, but it didn’t feel right in your ears, “Daughter of the Sky God.”

When you couldn’t stand the sight of it — when it started to make you feel sick, when the picturesque summer camp you were finally finding yourself in started to feel tight and uncomfortable, you looked down. Everyone was kneeling, eyes on the ground. It was comforting that they weren’t staring at you anymore, but when you searched the crowd for those baby brows that held you down, they were fixated firmly on the mud. 

After your claiming, Chiron dismissed everyone sharply. They left, all talk about the capture the flag win long left behind and replaced by canards about you and your family. Your lineage. You were very prepared to stand frozen on the other side of the creek for the rest of the day but the centaur ushered you into his office in the big house just as the rain stopped. 

The next hour was a muffled blur. You felt as if you had just been plunged underwater and all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears — you vaguely registered Chiron and Mr. D asking you a load of questions about your childhood and whether there were any signs of your parentage along the way. You couldn’t answer that. 

They Iris-Messaged your mother — who was in her office and jumped up startled when the call came through. You might have been in a hazy funk, but you could tell the surprise on her face when Chiron informed her of your claiming was genuine. She’d had no idea. That, out of all things, angered you the most. 

“This new information will have caused quite a stir in Olympus.” Was one of the last things he said, “But you should be fine, since you’re seventeen.”

“Why does me being seventeen mean anything?” 

Zeus’ Cabin was subpar to say the least. Alright if you’re only going in there to worship the guy, not so alright if you’re planning on living there. There weren’t any beds, but there were alcoves lining the walls that you tucked your sleeping bag into so you didn’t have to look at the giant statue of Zeus that stood at the end of the room. For good measure, you chucked a spare blanket over its head — he could smite you for it, you didn’t really care anymore. 

You zoned back into reality when a knock sounded on your door, and you realised it was nightfall. Dinner time. You stood from your perch on one of the many benches that sat in the room — you thought they’d have better use in the pavilion, where Hermes kids were practically falling off the benches there were so little of them — and headed over to the huge double doors, heaving one open and breathing deep at the workout it took just to see who was at the door. 

It was Evie, and for some reason that made a pit of disappointment form in your gut. You sent her a weak smile nonetheless, “Hi.”

She smiled back, full of pity, “Hey. Just thought I’d come check on you, we haven’t seen you in hours.”

“I didn’t like them staring at me.” You said plainly, stepping out into the open air. The rain had stopped now, the sky clear, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Yeah, I get that.” Was her heartfelt reply. You felt bad for being so plain with her, but there was really only one person you wanted to see, “But, um, it’s dinner right about now. Wanna…come with?”

You didn’t really wanna, but you were starving and almost certain that nobody would be bringing you any food, so you shrugged, “Sure.” 

The large door shut on its own when you stepped away from it, and Evie jumped at the sound. You folded your arms and walked alongside her in silence until you were forced to part at the pavilion. She tried to say something — maybe a goodbye, a good luck. Maybe a we can’t be friends anymore because you’re forbidden. You didn’t stick around to check, walking over to the empty Zeus table where you unfortunately belonged. 

You filled your plate, hungry from the workout of capture the flag and exhaustion from the day, but your appetite was ruined when you saw Luke walk in and avoid your eyes completely in favour of sitting at his usual spot at the Hermes table. You hadn’t seen him all day, he hadn’t seen you, and yet here he was; ignoring your existence like he used to. It sort of hurt. 

So you dropped your fork, leaned your elbows on the untouched wood and stared at nothing. Only hours earlier were you at the top of your game, happy and ready to use your skills in capture the flag, show your friends what you could do. Now? You were completely alone, completely miserable, and completely ready to go back to Vermont. 

You wanted nothing more than to climb into your bed and cry. 

People started to stand. Heading in the direction of the campfire that you were definitely going to skip. Some Hermes kids stood, Luke included, and started a slow stroll down there too, past your table and down the hill. Chris was talking animatedly to his friends on either side of him, but Luke didn’t look very happy with whatever it was he was saying. Before you could build up the courage to call out for him, beg him to look you in the eyes and still stay your friend, he was shoving Chris roughly, the boy falling into your table with a grunt. 

“What the hell, man?” He sneered, brushing himself off. Luke just glared. He scoffed, “You’ve changed, bro. And not for the better.”

Then he was walking off in a huff, and his friends were following him. Luke met your eyes for half a second before storming off in the opposite direction — and with the influence of the tug on your heart, you followed. 

He was halfway to the Hermes cabin when you caught him, and you were thrown back to the time he got into that…thing with Dean from Ares and you chased him all the way up the hill. This time, it was down, and you were a lot less out of breath when you reached out and tugged on his elbow. 

He turned to you, “What?”

You paused, hand falling to your side. You swallowed, shrugged, “I…uh…”

Luke tightened his jaw, eyes flicking above your head like if he looked at you any longer his facade would break. He took in a deep breath and met your gaze once more, “Go to the campfire.”

“What —?”

“Go to the campfire.” He was backing away, “Entertain your fans, give out autographs. Conjure some more lighting. I don’t know. Do something, but don’t do it here.” 

You weren’t having that. Your gaze hardened, “Hey. You’re not allowed to say that to me after you ignored me all day.”

“I —“ He went for a rebuttal, but came up short, licking his lips in frustration. “You disappeared.”

“I was in the Big House, being interrogated.” You explained, annoyance clear in your tone, “I would’ve liked it if my best friend was waiting for me when I got out but unfortunately he decided he hated me like everyone else and I had to cry alone in my cabin.” 

He paused then, taking slow steps back towards you and meeting your saddened gaze. His brows furrowed, “I’m your best friend?” 

You cracked a tiny smile, “Of course you are, idiot.” 

His nod was barely there, but you saw it. You also saw his smile, small like yours and gone in a flash. “I don’t hate you.” He said, “I don’t care that Zeus is your dad. It’s just…”

“He forgot about me.” 

“What?”

You shrugged, folding your arms. There, standing in the middle of the cabins and staring at Luke Castellan, you admitted out loud what you’d been avoiding since you left the Big House, “Zeus. He forgot about me. That's why I never got attacked by monsters, because my deadbeat father was so busy turning his kid into a tree that he forgot he had another one.” 

Even under the tears brimming in your lids and through the lump on your throat, you saw Luke flinch. A minute movement, but you caught it like you caught all of his other details. The freckle on his eyebrow, the scar on his forehead that other people missed because they were too busy staring at his big one. The flinch when you brought up the tree. Thalia Grace, is what Chiron had called her. 

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” He said in a low murmur. “Thalia was a friend of mine and Annabeth’s. Brought back some rough memories.” 

“Oh.” You breathed, “Oh, gods. I’m so sorry.” 

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his torso before you could think about it. Big bad Luke definitely didn’t like hugs, but there you were; hugging him and staining his camp shirt with your salty tears. You couldn’t help it — you were so full of emotions that a single hug that he hadn't even reciprocated was bringing you to tears. 

Then he hugged you back, and you started bawling. 

Bawling like a baby into his chest while he stood there and held you. Crying about your dad who forgot about you, your sister who died while you lived a happy life, your nonexistent purpose in life because you were over sixteen now and there was nothing for you. Maybe being a forbidden kid was enough, but not really. You weren’t forbidden enough for them, apparently. 

“Sorry for shoving Chris.” He spoke into your hair. You pulled your head back enough to meet his eyes, “He was saying shit about you and Thalia and it pissed me off. I know that you want me to be better, happier or whatever, and I am trying but…”

“I don’t care.”

His lips shut with a smack, “What?”

You let out a sad chuckle, “Be miserable. I don’t care, I like you for who you are. Plus, I get it. Y’know? This isn’t the happiest life.” 

Luke looked at you with an expression so genuine and heavy that it sort of scared you, but you let it burn you. You’d let him burn you forever more. Then he let out a breath, tinged with relief, and relaxed his forehead onto your own. You stayed like that, heads pressed together and arms wrapped around one another, until footsteps bled into your ears. 

You pulled away from each other and spotted Annabeth, who was making her way over very quickly, trudging through the grass that was still wet from earlier. 

“Anna Banana.” Luke squinted, his new way of smiling, “What are ya’ doing over here?”

The girl stopped between the two of you and ignored her brother in favour of looking at you, “So, you’re Zeus’ kid.”

“Yup.”

“I knew your sister. She was my sister, too, for a bit.” She said, and you thought it sounded sad, but the girl hid her emotions well. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged — it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Zeus’. You sent her a kind smile. 

She returned it, glancing at Luke then, “Don’t call me that.” 

He chucked, patting her on the head and yanking on one of her braids. She huffed and smacked his hand away, but smiled nonetheless. Then she looked back at you, “You were good with that spear today. Maybe Athena could pair up with Zeus for the next game.”

“Maybe they could.” You nodded. 

She nodded back, before announcing her departure and heading off. You looked at Luke with a proud grin, “She likes me.” 

He smiled fully, amused, “She does.”

“You like me.”

A little sheepish, “I do.”

“So who cares if daddy dearest doesn’t?” You settled on, tilting your head, “We got each other.” 

Luke nodded, and you admired the way he looked. He was handsome, that you knew, but he seemed particularly beautiful under the moon, alone with you.

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[nicoline1998enilocin]

Can’t keep my hands to myself

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count -> 1K

Summary -> Chris is staying up late to finish some work, but you're getting restless in your bed. When you go and take a look at how he's doing he gives you an idea you can't refuse, but the outcome won't be what you had expected it to be when you agreed to it.

Rating -> Explicit (E)

Warnings -> RPF, established relationship (boyfriend/girlfriend), use of pet name (Princess), large age gap (10 - 12 years)

Smut -> CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), cockwarming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, squirting.

A/n -> I want to give a massive thank you to @cevansbaby-dove for giving me this idea to write, it's a fun one to start off the new year! I can't wait to see your reaction and I hope you will all enjoy this with as much as I did when writing. Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this on such short notice. You're an angel, and I love you! 🩵

A/n 2.0 -> My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist -> @fandom-free-bingo -> ''I couldn't sleep''

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Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

It's nearly 2 AM when you glance at your alarm again, and the bright red numbers are shining back at you as if they're mocking you for not being asleep yet. Usually, you don't have any trouble sleeping without your boyfriend by your side - he's gone for long periods at a time when he's filming, after all -but tonight something's different, and you're not sure what.

Instead of turning over yet again, you get up and see what Chris is up to at this time of the night and coax him into getting some sleep. You know he has been reading through scripts for potential roles he's been offered, but it always breaks your heart when he's staying up so late for these things.

You usually prefer to sleep naked, and today is no different. You wear your silk robe before strolling through the house, looking for your boyfriend. It doesn't take long to find him, as he's sitting at your dinner table reading a script with his hand under his chin.

As soon as you walk into the dining room, he looks up at you with a small smile, which you return before walking to his side, his hand getting hold of your thigh and gliding up until he softly touches the bottom of your bare cheek.

''What're you doing up, Princess? I thought you were asleep already'' he asks, a slight hint of concern in his voice.

''I couldn't sleep,'' you tell him in a soft voice still laced with tiredness as you look at him. Both of you share a look of love, and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you look into his deep blue eyes. He hums in response before carefully turning you to stand between his legs and face him.

His hands are placed on your thighs before slowly inching closer to the bottom of your robe, leaving little goosebumps in their wake. It doesn't take long for his long fingers to find the loose knot at the front of the silk and untie it swiftly, letting the fabric part before his eyes and reveal your bare form underneath.

He leans forward to press a light kiss on your belly, right beneath your belly button, making you giggle at the tickling sensation of his stubble.

''Maybe you can keep me company while I read; how does that sound, my beautiful Princess? 'M already getting hard from you walking around like this, and I wouldn't want to let that go to waste, now would you?'' he asks as if he didn't just ask you to cockwarm him without so much as a stutter or a blush on his cheeks.

You nod eagerly, and before you know it, he's freed his long, veiny cock, and you bend down to give it some love with your hands first, all while you feel the arousal between your legs grow with every groan leaving Chris' chest.

''Hmm, don't make me wait, Princess, need to be inside this perfect pussy of yours,'' he almost growls at you, and you know better than to make him wait, and before you know it, you're straddling his hips with your legs on the outside of his, sinking as he splits you open with his hard cock.

Your head is tipped back as he guides you over him, his hands splayed over your butt while his mouth is attached to your neck, leaving minor bruises where he sucks them into your skin or bites softly to pull soft moans from your body.

Once he's finally in, you're already on the edge of an orgasm, like a string pulled tight, that doesn't need much to snap. Unfortunately, Chris isn't giving you what you need yet. Instead, he guides one of his hands to your chin to make you face him, the other one gliding over your hip's soft skin.

''If you keep still for me, I will have you falling apart on this cock as much as you want when I'm finished. How does that sound, Princess?''

''I-I'll try,'' you mumble before capturing his lips with yours. What was supposed to be a small, chaste kiss has quickly become much more heated than you anticipated. Your hands are laced into his hair and pulling ever so slightly when he shifts in the chair, hitting the sweet spot inside you each time.

Your tongues are caught in a passionate dance as you're trying your hardest not to cum, but it's more complicated than you had anticipated since Chris is most definitely not making it easy for you.

''What's the matter, Princess?'' he asks with a devious smile.

''Chris, please, let me cum! 'M close,'' you beg, and that's all he needs to hear before shoving the script aside and putting you carefully on the table. He pulls you close by lying one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair before setting a brutal pace, fucking you stupid while you moan loudly and scream his name.

It doesn't take long for you to cum all around his cock, soaking him in your juices with a loud exclamation of his name. Your nails are scratching his back underneath his shirt as you're clawing at him to ground yourself, only adding to his pleasure right now.

Chris buries his face in your neck as he cums inside you with a roar, his pace so fast you can't even see where you end, and he begins as it all melts together now. His cum is shot deep into your pussy as he buries himself in you, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath before he lets you go, lying you gently on your back before pulling out and cleaning you up.

''Shall we finish what we started in the bedroom, Princess?'' he asks, knowing you'll happily say yes to going another round or two. Where he was very frantic in the dining room, his actions in the bedroom are the complete opposite, as he's worshipping you and making love to you.

''I love you, Princess,'' Chris pants after his third orgasm of the night; you collapsed on top of him after losing count of your orgasm a while ago. You're catching your breath as his hands softly rub your back, a small smile dancing on your lips.

''I love you too, Chris, and thank you for coming to bed with me.''

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[astheskycries]

Tickling under the chin for a casual sigh of affection 🥺 i can imagine Chris doing that

I know for me I’d still try to get away, but 100% yes. He loves to be physical and I feel like this is something he’d love to do

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[worksby-d]

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thanks for sending a prompt 🤭

50 types of kisses prompts 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Prompt: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Themes: Friends to lovers, morning after, split second of Steve worrying you regret it! 

Word count: ~400

Being woken up before your alarm any other morning would have you groaning, probably kicking whoever’s touching you, but this morning is different. You know it’s Steve’s arm around you because you swear it didn’t actually let go of you since you fell asleep in this exact position last night. 

He hugs you closer, bringing your back against his bare chest. He’s warm, making it hard not to fall right back asleep. 

His lips meet your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against your skin, ones that trail up to your neck. Your face scrunches feeling his eyelashes tickle your cheek, kisses following and taking their place. 

You slowly turn toward him, onto your back so you can tease him with a kiss to his cheek before meeting his lips with yours. 

“Mm,” you sigh, finally opening your eyes. “You wake all the girls up like this?”

He shakes his head, blinking his eyes open as well, and brushes his nose against yours. “Only you.”

“Yeah?” You ask it teasingly, but you study the look on his face, hoping he isn’t teasing back. 

Instead of answering with words, he kisses you again, and you'll happily accept that as his answer.  

Your hand resting on his arm moves up to his neck, reaching higher to hold his face. 

When you break apart this time, your smiles mirror each other’s. You shake your head slightly, feeling like you’re failing miserably to suppress how giddy you feel. 

“What?” He chuckles watching you. 

A feeling of heat rushes to your cheeks as you shrug your shoulder. Your smile doesn’t falter. 

His does just a bit though. You catch it along with the way he squints his eyes at you. 

“It’s not gonna be weird between us now, is it?”

It’s the same reservation you’ve heard for years. And you’re not going to listen to it anymore. There was a time when you agreed, but how you feel right now proves you’ve both been scared for no reason. 

“No, it’s not,” you giggle. Your fingers brush through his tousled hair, savoring every moment of being this close to him. Finally. You shut down his anxiety with another kiss. “I promise.”

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[dungeonpuppykai]

for a fic idea: chris evans x reader going on a date to a carnival and then having a picnic

Thank you so much for the ask/request! This is literally the first Chris as Chris piece I've ever written omg! I prefer to write requests in hc form so I hope you don't mind…? Hope you enjoy <3 

Disclaimer: For whatever it's worth, this is a fictional version of Chris hence fanFICTION because I don't know him in real life and I don't want to either so no silly talk from anyone, please <3

Warning(s): Fluff, kissing, rides, minor consensual groping, tickling, picnic.

Note: Reader is definitely gender-neutral. Requests are open. 

Chris definitely spoils. 

He's one of those boyfriends who tower over pretty much everyone else in the crowd and have to constantly move his broad shoulders around to avoid touching anyone else.

Holds your hand very tight in his bigger one.

Because he knows how upset you get if someone pushes you both apart as it has happened in the past, resulting in you almost getting lost and crying. 

Has to wear a cap to avoid being recognized so you prefer to hang near the areas where there's masquerades and the like so you can enjoy some privacy as well as freedom. 

Buys you basically everything you look at. 

He's definitely the kind of person who is always so excited about the rides that he drags his partner with him while promising them that he will be there with them and they can hold his hand. 

Isn't a lie, man protects you like it's his job. 

But has more embarrassing photos of you on said rides than you'd like to admit. 

So much carnival food and mini games. 

Coming back home from such places with a huge stuffie is mandatory. 

"Chris!" You squeal as you struggle to jog beside him, your breath hot in your masquerade mask and a hand on your bulging tummy. All you had said was that the caramel popcorn smelt nice. And then you had had to deal with a whole tub of it after he had already bought you so many things to eat before. "Hang on, oh my God!" 

It is cute how his 'mature' age has not harmed his vivacity because it makes him so fun to be around. He is very easy going and just plain comfortable. You don't have to worry about pretending in front of him and he doesn't do it either. 

His good nature and open display of his affection for you is always heartwarming and honestly… downright attractive. 

A confident man who plays no games with nothing but love and adoration to offer.  

"Come on, baby! The photo booth is finally empty!" Chris is excited like a child as he basically shoves the coins in the slot. He has had an eye on the previously packed booth for a while now. 

It was little things like this that mattered to him a lot. 

From your favorites to little souvenirs, cute clips and pictures of you to how you liked your drinks, all your little rituals and what each of your facial expressions meant to everything else, he had them all memorized through quiet observation. 

Being the extrovert that he is, your boyfriend is otherwise very vocal about his affection for you but that does not mean that he makes a show of these things. 

They're just little things that he likes to do for you; his precious baby.

You yelp and then giggle when he plops his butt down on the seat inside the booth with a loud smack before pulling you in with him– more like, on him. 

"Chris!" The squeal has no effect on him and he goes on his goofy ways as you both pose with your masks on for some pictures. 

Then something suddenly shifts in your boyfriend, as it often does when you're in his general vicinity, and he pushes his mask up before doing the same to yours after turning your face towards his. 

His lips are on yours before you know it and his hands bolt from your waist and knee right to your ass, the tight squeeze making you draw in a sharp breath against his mouth. 

The clicks of the camera keep on going as you circle his neck with your arms, pulling him closer and letting his tongue dominate your mouth as you whimper from his natural dominance that comes out in moments like these. 

He doesn't have hardcore tastes for intimate activities but he is always willing to try for you. 

"Taste so good as always, baby" Chris is breathless when he finally pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, the reel reaching its limit at the same time; almost as if it's aware of how private the moment is. 

It's the little quirks. How he wraps his arm around your waist when you become too self aware in public sometimes, or how he tightens his hold on your hand when there's a crowd, the way he's always looking over you and covering the edges and corners of the furniture around you with his hand to make sure it doesn't nick you and how he goes the extra mile to make sure you're reassured and comfortable.

You love this man with your whole heart.

"Or maybe it's all that caramel popcorn" you tease and he widens his bright blue eyes, thick lashes decorating the area below his eyebrows in the prettiest way. 

"Caramel popcorn?!" You start giggling at the comical way he says it. "Did someone say caramel popcorn?!" You know what's coming and so your Snickers increase in volume and you protestingly bounce on his lap, vehemently shaking your head and trying to get away but Chris is a strong man. "THE TICKLE MONSTER ALSO WANTS SOME CARAMEL POPCORN!" You throw your head back and your body twists when his fingers dig into your sides, the blush that his kisses had caused on your face now darkening due to how you were screeching against him, your tummy in pain from all the laughing. 

It's only when there's tears in your eyes and the annoyed people waiting outside call out for you two that you sheepishly step out with your masks down.

This particular carnival has cute little tent-like pavilions facing a huge screen in one of the prettiest gardens that you have ever seen. You don't have to do more than tug at Chris' sleeve and he follows your gaze before buying you two a spot. 

He insists that you don't pay for anything and to let him spoil you because all he wants is the unconditional love and genuine companionship that you provide him.

And honestly, who are you to reject all that Marvel money?

Just kids and jokes, of course. You try to chip in when you can but damn, it's hard to do that when your boyfriend is literally Chris Evans. 

The rest of the evening goes by with the both of you sipping some soda and feeding each other light snacks as some romcom plays on the screen, your form perched between his limbs with you back to his chest, Chris' chin propped on the top of your head and his thick arms cocooned around your body. 

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Really hope you liked it <3 

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