#politician!chris evans

[strangesickness]

it has been so weird getting into live action film in the past little while because prior to late 2023 i was basically only into video games, comics, and cartoons (i have pretty bad face blindness so i can find it difficult to follow live action movies, especially if characters have similar hair or clothes. top gun maverick was a NIGHTMARE for me), and now i'm like? recognizing actors? it's kind of weird to think that when i'm my parents age kids aren't going to know who. chris evans or like. finn wolfhard are. and i'm going to do the exact same thing my parents always do like "what? you don't know who chris evans is? he's only captain america!" and the kid is going to be like... "why would i know who captain america is...? that movie came out before i was even born... no one cares about captain america these days gramps" and then i'll go to bingo or something and cry about it.

#but like. realizing i can just. recall some actors names??? #like. i had a few moments where i was like “who played that guy” and i didn't even have to look up “[character name] actor" #i just knew??? #which has been like. really weird #i am chronically uncaring about celebrities #i've just never taken an interest #it gets me similar looks to the ones i get when i say “i don't have tiktok” #people will show me a picture of a popular musician and even if its one i listen to i'm like... dude idk who that is #like if you're thinking of like “big celebrities” that EVERYONE knows? i probably do not. except like taylor swift and notable politicians #and jerry seinfeld #but that has more to do with my dad having like every episode of seinfeld memorized than it does anything else #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #this is about knives out btw #i just watched knives out for the first time since it came out and i recognized chris evans AND jaden martell #i also recognized daniel craig and katherine langford but i couldn't remember their names lol #one of the reasons i didn't enjoy watching live action films for a long time is that i have really bad face blindness #if a movie has more than one 20-40yr old attractive white guy in it who dress similarly i will be completely unable to tell them apart /srs #and this makes understanding the plot of a lot of movies incredibly difficult #all of this is to say i spent all of knives out convinced that michael shannon was woody harrelson but they don't even look alike tbh

[allycat75]

I want to create some memes, Boston Dumb Fuck!

I know I am a bit late, but it was a busy week at work. Suggestions are below...

1- I'm a 43 year old man-child and I am completely lost. Like really lost! I made some major wrong turns and have no idea where I am or where I am going. You seem nice- please help!

2- Just got thrown onto the New Jersey turnpike after being trapped in my own head portal for 3 years. Do you know which version of Chris Evans I am?

3- This Audi only plays "The Pretender" by Jackson Browne. Do you think it's trying to tell me something?

4- Do you know any rational GOP politicians I can interview for my ego-stroking political website for some uninsightful bulletpoints on issues critical to the future of democracy? I have identified lots of competent Democrats, but they told me they don't have time for my useless distraction. Maybe they are just shy?

5- Who knew my loyal fans wouldn't blindly support me in a fake relationship with an arrogant, selfish, lazy, racist, antisemetic fat-shamer and used without their knowledge or consent to further the narrative that they are crazy, jealous and stupid? At least the general public either don't know or don't care who I am or think I look hella creepy for being with her.

#decide what to be and go be it #Ai in human form #brian wilson vibes #get some serious help! #who are you? #is this who you want to be? #liars suck! #i don't like hypocrites #i hate manipulation

[communistkenobi]

okay i'm very curious to hear your thoughts on snowpiercer because i hated that movie when it first came out too but i haven't seen it since and i've been wondering lately if i need to reevaluate it

I was told that movie had an extremely basic and obvious premise, that the train was a metaphor for capitalism, that it was going to directly deal with climate change as a result of capitalism, so it was going to be one of those movies that hits you over the head with its theme. so I’m like ok cool I’ll watch it. But it doesn’t make sense as a metaphor for capitalism because it’s formulated in a fundamentally stupid way - the underclass, who are allegorised to be undocumented people (they boarded the train without a ticket) kinda just sit around doing nothing lol? They are provided for by the upper classes and are only occasionally called upon to do very particular types of labour (ie the guy who knows how to play a musical instrument). Yes their lives aren’t great, but they have a lot of free time to just like, plan revolts lol. That’s just like an offensively incorrect way to depict labour exploitation and wealth inequality. It’s also just kind of racist and weird about non-white characters, and I don’t like Chris Evans as an actor very much so I just was not a fan of that whole set up lol. Like by default I’m not going to care about a white guy revolutionary helping non-white people, and the movie did nothing to make that compelling. There’s other stuff I really disliked about the movie but it’s been a while since I watched it so I’m struggling to remember. I enjoyed Tilda Swinton’s character at least, she was really good at being an evil english politician.

And if it’s not about capitalism, if it’s just about some fucked up fictional society that lives on a train, then it’s a movie that says nothing and is about nothing, that ends with crashing the train in the frozen wasteland that is earth. It was just especially shocking bc I’d watched Parasite beforehand and enjoyed it, but Snowpiercer fucking sucks lol

#asks

[nancydrewwouldnever]

I feel like the majority of his impetus behind ASP was his disgust with Trump. It feels like it was his more physical manifestation of his anti-Trump stance, beyond his tweets of the time. I feel like once Trump lost re-election in 2020 his politics interest started waning big time.// I noticed this too. I started questioning it ever since he brought the idea forward and doing interviews about it. It felt like a vanity project against trump with interviews of not so great republicans. Then once trump started going downhill and lost, his interest in it has almost disappeared. I wonder if he feels like he accomplished anything with ASP. I don’t think we’ll ever know but from the outside looking in, it doesn’t feel that way to me. However I do think it could’ve been a very decent political site if there was just more of a long term focus and determination about it. He’s just not a person who has that, in my opinion.

So, obviously, I'm using some older asks still in the inbox to spur some things I'm thinking about while I have asks off.

While I do believe in the loss of interest after Trump was out of office, I also want to talk about what ASP might have accomplished for Chris, even half-heartedly.

Let's not kid ourselves that ASP was not a cog in the wheel of a larger PR persona soft pivot strategy. Let's take a look:

The Wired Interview, January 2020 (clock when the interview actually happened though, October 2019 in L.A.)

So this was done not too many months after the Hollywood Reporter Interview of early 2019 that also teased the "quasi-retirement" angle and talked about ASP as well:

So, like any good business venture, using the year previous to launch to tease out the product. (The product being the reinvented post-Marvel Chris Evans.)

Then, a feather in the cap that would have hit at the same time as ASP's initial launch, had it not been for Covid, the Time Magazine May 2020 inclusion article:

But, to me, the real big score for any politico, a write-up in The Washington Post, October 22, 2020:

They even came to his MA house for the photoshoot, due to Covid.

The rebrand/pivot continued into 2021, post-election, but pre- him going back to more regular filming scheule. The Newsweek article, June 18-25, 2021 cover edition:

So, here we had it, the real gain from ASP, the post-Marvel all-grown up new Chris Evans PR persona. Yay.

Too bad whatever personal life decisions he made half-way through 2021 completely blew this up.

I would have liked to have seen where this version of Chris could have gone. (And I guess we'll never see this again, because he seems to have no interest in it anymore.)

#ask #ASP #interview #2020 #2021

[lloydmustache]

I was reading @captregina blog and an anon hit a nail on the head for me.

“Different POC here. I get with the original anon was saying. Let’s push the “real or pr” to the side for a moment (this is fake as hell). This situation got him looking crazy to people. You can’t call out trump and others for their shit then be quiet when it’s people that you’re “around”, posting on your insta story and “more than happy with”. The association is the problem for people so I don’t blame them for questioning and being upset with him right now and there’s no one else to blame for this but Chris and his team because they have him looking crazy. “

This sums up EVERYTHING!!!

Chris will have a choice in the aftermath of this mess to either remain silent in his male white privilege or call shit out and address his own actions and inactions in this mess. No more pandering to his black audience with the constant eye fucking towards black female reporters, no more calling politicians out, no more whatever when he constantly has been associated to problematic people via relationships and work relationships. He’s never taken accountability for anything that I can recall. He uses his dog as a distraction. He has a fandom that has coddled him for years. People are literally online arguing about pr versus real, but what about Chris Evans always escaping situations.

I hope he opens his eyes and sees his own piss poor actions, people don’t know who he is that’s the root of much speculation and many want to believe and hope he’s better than he tries to come off.

Chris needs to understand his silence in this situation speaks VOLUMES. Majority of the population have no idea what’s occurred regarding the racism stuff, so again he’ll escape backlash. Unfortunately his fandom and those of us who are minorities specifically African-American will never be able to look at this man the same way based on how he’s handled this let alone how he’ll handle things once this is over.

If Chris wants to redeem himself, HE’s going to have to put in the work, learn from his mistakes and take accountability for his decisions and understand how his actions/inactions have affected others who have cared about him.

If we believe he’s in some mess regarding contracts and he’s limited to do certain things than once he’s out, it’s up to him to figure out how to right this and yes he does need to right this. He blocked fans, he associated with racists, he is the reason people have now lost their minds in this mess.

But see based on his past……I doubt anything will be addressed. I hope he proves me wrong because if he’s aware of any of the things we’re aware of and he’s seen this fandom defend his ass, then he better say or do something to show who he truly is.

These celebrities do bullshit and then pretend it never happened. Chris is human yes, but when we do screwed up shit in life, we don’t have a team of people to clean our mess, we have consequences, we have to acknowledge our mistakes and that’s how we learn and grow.

If his team once again cleans this mess up…..he’ll forever remain stagnant and then will wonder why he struggles with so much internally.

.

[thelonesomequeen]

I know this is a silly Chris Evans fan Tumblr blog, but bless you ladies for taking a sec to rant about healthcare. My family and I have been dealing with some serious health conditions that have but us in extreme debt. It’s affected our jobs (but that’s a whole other conversation), leading to loss of income, but we have all these added medical bills we can’t pay. The number one reason for bankruptcy in this country is medical debt. The world doesn’t stop when you get hit with cancer or AIDS or ALS or MS or Crohn's or any other unexpected illness. And unlike so many politicians, celebrities, or other people in a place of privilege… we can’t afford to get into a specialist for 6 months for a lot of our appointments. And they give you pills that don’t work that you can’t afford where the side effects are just as bad as the disease and then you’re just waiting, until you end up in the ER, which is another freaking bill. It’s AWFUL. And your boss is wondering why you’re missing work, and you feel like a burden to your friends. I could go on and on. But if you speak up about this publicly and are an influencer, you’re a hero and some nonsense. While others just want to not end up dead or on the streets. Not blaming those of privilege, just the systems in place. Now I’LL get off my soapbox… 😓

I completely understand your frustrations. I wish I could do or say something to make it better for you, but I’m along with you in the trenches and it’s an awful spot to be in. It’s like if you aren’t crawling with wealth, you don’t deserve quality healthcare and that’s so unfair. Cancer doesn’t just skip over someone because they’re “poor” and coverage plus affordable healthcare options shouldn’t do that either, yet it’s the reality so many people face. It honestly frustrates me to no end. There was once upon a time in my life just a few years ago where I seriously considered running for office in my state because I’m just so tired of these career politicians who are easily bought off by corporations that prevent us all from getting what we need out of life whether it’s healthcare, affordable housing, jobs that pay livable wages, properly funding things like education and childcare, ensuring equal rights for PoC, women, and the LGBT+ community and more. There’s just so much in this country that’s ass backwards and these out of touch politicians don’t care about helping the people they’re elected to represent anymore and I’m over it 🦎

[justjensenanddean]

More about Soldier Boy from GQ Interview.

Which means the big question in season three is something a lot of us are contemplating right now: When a would-be tyrant is finally toppled, what fills the power vacuum they leave behind? What if the venom that person injected into society has already sunk in so deep that there’s no sucking it out again? What can we do?

A popular answer on both sides of the real world political spectrum these days is looking for inspiration from an idealized, imaginary past. As conservative politicians try to drag everyone back to an America where white Christian men get to decide what’s right for everybody, liberal politicians fall back on ineffectual appeals to a bygone era of civility, decorum, and reaching across the aisle.

The show’s newest superhero, Soldier Boy, is an explicit throwback to the fantasy of an idealized past—a beloved, humble American hero who killed dozens of German soldiers in World War II, then refused the honor of his own national holiday, insisting the date should be used to honor all superheroes instead. (He also wears a combat helmet and fights with a shield, so yes, he’s The Boys’ Captain America.)

You will not be shocked to hear that the truth about Soldier Boy is a little more complicated than the official story. Believed dead for decades, he returns to a world he doesn’t recognize. For Captain America, being unfrozen meant catching up on stuff like Steve Jobs and Star Trek. For Soldier Boy, it means balking when he sees an openly gay couple walking down the street.

Eric Kripke didn’t need to look far for his Soldier Boy: Jensen Ackles was just finishing his 15-season run on Supernatural, the first TV series Kripke created. “He said, ‘I know that there are some actors that the studio and network and producers have in mind, but I'd be willing to go to bat with you if you want to do that’," Ackles recalls. “And I was like, ‘How big of a bat do you need?’”

Anchoring *Supernatural—*a TV show that premiered in the early days of George W. Bush’s second term—has taken up much of Ackles’ acting career, but he’s still managed to dip into more conventional superhero fare, squaring off against a young Clark Kent in Smallville and voicing Batman himself in last year’s two-part animated film Batman: The Long Halloween. (“Especially the Batman thing—that’s such a heavily painted lane,” he says. “You don't want to reinvent that too much.”) Even this funhouse-mirror version of Captain America wasn’t much of a stretch: “I've known Chris Evans for a million years, back when he and I were fighting for the same roles,” says Ackles.

But more than anything, Ackles was ready to show Supernatural fans what he could do on an Eric Kripke show that isn't bound by traditional TV's standards and practices: "I don't want to be a one-trick pony," he says. "I think I've got something else up my sleeve." Once unleashed onto the modern world, his Soldier Boy feels less like a superhero than a warning: Those who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.

(...)

But like so much of The Boys, this ultra-dark worldview turned out to be uncannily well-timed. “Kripke is a fortune teller,” says Ackles. “He has some weird Kryptonian crystal ball in his office, and he's like, This is what the cultural landscape's going to look like a year from now, and he writes to it. I don't know how he does it.”

Trump was defeated, but he’s gathering strength for another presidential run, and we’re all stuck with what he unleashed—and there’s no sign that it’s going anywhere, or that the Democrats in power have serious plans to do anything about it. And maybe that’s been the real message of The Boys all along—the one that makes it stand apart from all the other superhero stories out there right now: No one is coming to save us, so we’d better figure out how to save ourselves.

gq.com

#Jensen Ackles #Soldier Boy #*

[thefvrious]

STARTER CALL:

hit the heart and COMMENT with the muse[s] you'd like a starter from! if you do no specify, i will not write the starter :) thank you.

yaritza hermano -> lizeth selene fc, tattoo apprentice, they/them, queer, 23

keely sallow -> griffin gluck fc, student, he/his, bisexual, 22

leni marshall -> rebecca hall fc, dermatologist, she/hers, lesbian, 41

dulce conseco -> christian serratos fc, prostitute, she/hers, pansexual, 32

santana moreno -> sara ramirez fc, prison guard, they/them, pansexual, 47

valessa creed -> jennifer tilly fc, teacher, she/hers, bisexual, 64

dov cohen -> gabriel macht fc, politician, he/his, bisexual, 40s-50s

xochitl hermano -> zion moreno fc, cosmetic tattoo artist, she/hers, bisexual, 28

elio flores -> richard cabral fc, tattoo artist, he/his, pansexual, 37

maureen carver -> elle fanning fc, thief, she/hers, pansexual, 25

israel cady -> jonathan daviss fc, librarian/student, he/his, bisexual. 23

forrest rawlings -> chris evans fc, ceo in training, he/his, closet bisexual, 42

octavio carvalho -> wagner moura fc, documentarian, he/his, bisexual, 46

raleigh buchanan -> brad pitt fc, criminal, he/his, bisexual, 30s-50s

georgie desmortiers -> jasmin savoy brown fc, criminal, she/hers, lesbian, 29

dominique desmortiers -> mason gooding fc, criminal, he/his, 26

#i may have regrets later #but not rn #starter call

[tryalittlejoytomorrow]

     you hit me with a plot twist, ch.1

Fandom: Six of Crows / Shadow and Bone (TV)

Pairing: Nina/Matthias

Tags: modern setting: college AU; enemies to lovers; meeting on the internet; slow burn

Status: in progress

Summary: Nina and Matthias regularly clash against each other at Debate Club. They might find some common ground if they could stop yelling at each other for more than one goddamn minute.

Extract:

Helvar is doing it again, the absolute prick.

Leaning in, warm, inviting, open - hands on the podium as he keeps his feet planted and stance straight, he looks the picture perfect of oozing confidence, his eyes never straying from the audience, not even to briefly glance at his notes. Nina will give him that: his ideas and opinions might be foul, his whole demeanor has improved a lot over the semester, enough to help the transition from stern soldier to amiable politician that now has their audience riveted as he speaks. He could almost have her fooled.

Almost.

She'll admit it though - the sight is oddly distracting. Nina feels a flush creeping over her skin as she can't help staring at the way his biceps flex as he stands like this, his stupid sleeves rolled up and revealing just as stupid impressive arms. Really, it takes no Nancy Drew to figure out that Helvar is pulling a Captain America here, Fjerdan-style, with that stupid perfect shoulder-to-waist ratio; but Nina is no fool, and she knows that as much as Helvar could easily rival Chris Evans's butt, he's mostly just an ass.

Besides, he'd look ridiculous in Spandex. Probably would burst the fabric open with one toe, the giant oaf.

Read more on AO3!

#helnik #helnik fic #nina zenik #matthias helvar #soc fic #nina x matthias

[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Pursuit of Happiness

2: HopeLives Foundation

Pairing: Chris Evans x Kat Littleman (OFC)

Summary: New England political daughter Kat Littleman is constantly showing up for her mother’s campaigns, playing the part of the perfect daughter in the perfect, American family.  When her paths cross with Chris Evans while he canvases DC to build out ASP, she’s forced to face some truths about herself, her family, and her future.  

Word Count: ~6.8k

Warnings: Chris is a bit of a horndog.  Lots of swearing, alcohol, sex talk, politically charged topics, chaotic families

Series Masterlist

2: HopeLives Foundation

“FUCK,” Chris threw the controller on the sofa next to him and stormed out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Scott behind him.

Scott glanced between the abandoned item, the Mario Kart standings screen, and his brother’s quickly disappearing back before he turned down the TV volume and followed Chris into the kitchen. He watched his brother bang around the room, throwing open the refrigerator and yanking out a beer before slamming it shut. Chris then yanked open a drawer to aggressively push around the utensils in search of a bottle opener. He found it and tried to pull it out, but it got stuck on the vegetable peeler; he yanked harder, and all of that resulted in several items tumbling out onto Chris’s socked foot, eliciting another, “fuck,” from the man who left the mess in favor of opening the beer and taking a swig.

“So,” Scott said, pulling out a kitchen chair and collapsing into it, “you seem great.”

Chris glared at him.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Chris joined Scott at the table after he gathered the utensils from the floor and shoved them haphazardly back in the drawer.

“You are definitely lying based on that little hissy fit you just threw over losing in Mario Kart.”

Chris shrugged, “I don’t like to lose.”

Scott snorted, “Yeah, okay, that I know, but you don’t normally throw things and storm out of the room. That’s usually Mom.”

Begrudgingly, Chris laughed and took a swig of his beer before leaning back in his seat. “It’s been a rough few weeks I guess,” he picked at the label of the Stella in his hand.

“DC was another bust?”

“Not entirely, we got a few more people interested and I’ve had some meetings go well, but I just didn’t think it would be this hard to convince politicians to talk to their constituents. Every time I spend a few days there, I end up feeling like we took one step forward and two steps back. They agree to talk to us but then they’re just looking for me to support them in some way or help out with one of their causes. Or worse, they ignore us entirely. No actually,” he paused, “the worst is when they just laugh at us. I can handle an ignored email, I can’t handle the assumption it’s a joke. I just want this to work, Scott. I think this could work, I just need them to get it, ya know?”

Scott nodded, pushing away from the table to get his own beer and, far more gratefully, find the bottle opener, “but you knew it would take time.”

“Just not this long,” Chris sighed and looked up at his brother who was walking back towards him. He studied Scott for a moment and then turned to look out the window, biting his lip.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That face you just made? That face you make when you don’t want to tell me something.”

Chris scrubbed his hand down his beard and glanced at Scott in the corner of his eye, debating about telling him. Telling him about Kat. He’d been thinking about Kat since she’d disappeared into her hotel room’s bathroom two weeks ago. At that moment, she hadn’t bothered to lock the door, but he knew that was his dismissal.

She just blew him off, just like that. A quick, slightly dirty, really good fuck, and then she was gone.

At first, it pissed him off.

That was his role; he was the one who quickly dismissed a hook-up and sent them on their way. It had been years since he’d been on the receiving end of a brush-off. Women didn’t walk away from him. He finished and they begged him to stay while he got dressed or while he called them a car. He was used to being the one in control and he was furious she’d gotten the upper hand.

Then, he was embarrassed.

She’d sent him away without so much as a “goodbye” or even a “let me get your number” that they’d both know would never be used. He hated how it felt to put himself back together and quietly leave the room. He hated how much he wanted her to want him, or at least give him ten extra minutes to have a drink.

After the embarrassment came the shame.

He knew he’d done this to women more times than he could count. He knew he’d made them feel beautiful and desired only to give them the boot shortly after. Chris wasn’t awful– he usually hung around for some cuddling and making out… occasionally a sleepover… but even then, he didn’t think twice about sending them on their way. Now that he was on the receiving end, the shame of having made women feel that way crept back through him at the worst moments.

And now, he was curious.

Admittedly, his curiosity was mostly guided by his dick. Chris was familiar with casual hook-ups, but they were usually enough to get him off; he was almost always sure to get his partner to the finish too, but most of them were nothing special. Occasionally he’d find someone who was into something kinky and it would catch his attention for a few weeks, or now and then someone was particularly good and he’d keep her around for a while to text on lonely nights.

But the immediate attraction he’d felt for Kat when she’d sauntered up was new. Hot women were always around him, but few of them exuded a self-assured air that she had. And he wouldn’t admit it out loud yet– or maybe ever– but she was in the top 5 sex he’d ever had. He had yet to figure out what it was about her, but she’d put him in a trance and there wasn’t a shot in hell he would’ve ignored her invitation to her room. When she’d opened the hotel room door and pulled him in, he’d hardened at just the touch of their hands. When he kissed her and she whimpered against his mouth and melted into his touch, he’d started to leak into his shorts. He’d almost finished while she was just petting him, and then almost did again when he watched her finish on his fingers; when he’d finally been inside of her, he’d struggled the whole time not to finish with embarrassing speed.

After he’d spent a few days pissed and moping, not even taking advantage of the advances from a few more aides for their last few days in DC, he’d gone Incognito on his laptop and Googled her. He got a few old hits with her name in articles about her mother, a link to a super private Facebook page, and some photos volunteering with charities and a handful of other politicians. If he really wanted, he could reach out to some people he knew in DC and figure out how to get in touch with her the next time he was in town, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to go that far. That seemed a little too creepy.

So, he’d squashed his feelings down as deep as they could go and had thrown himself into finishing his last stint in DC. Then he’d taken all of his frustrations out playing video games with Scott, hiking with Dodger, and with his hand in the shower after dark.

Scott sat across the kitchen table with his face cradled in his hands, clearly waiting for Chris to spill. Chris played with the label of his beer, avoiding his brother’s penetrating stare, and tried to think of where to start. How to say ‘I slept with a woman and now I can’t stop thinking about her’ without sounding like an episode of a teenage drama?

Saved by his phone vibrating in his pocket, he fished it out to see Mark’s name fill the screen, “hey, man,” he greeted and then took a sip of beer, glancing back at Scott, who rolled his eyes and left the table to go back to the couch.

“So, Elizabeth Warren’s people just called me,” Mark said in place of a greeting. Chris could tell Mark was shuffling papers and could picture him at his desk– the one he’d seen over FaceTime many times. “They tried to call you first since you’re in the area, but said your assistant took a message.”

Ahh, right. Shit. He often gave out his assistant’s phone number instead of his when it was to lower-level staff members, just in case they weren’t calling for ASP reasons. He saved his personal number for the elected officials and their chiefs of staff.

“What does Warren want?”

“Well, sounds like she’s willing to chat with us, but wants to do it this week. Can you make it happen?”

Chris sat up straighter, yanking his laptop across the table and opening it. He clicked quickly to his calendar, scanning through the few phone meetings he had set up for the rest of the week before responding to Mark, “Hell yeah, I can make it happen. I’ll call ‘em.”

“Great, we really need her, Chris. Work your magic.”

“I’ll do my best,” Chris laughed, asking for the phone number to call.

Mark rattled off the contact information to Chris, who typed it quickly onto a sticky note on his screen. They briefly exchanged pleasantries, followed by some more shop talk, and then hung up. Chris immediately dialed the contact, being connected directly to a woman named Maggie. Maggie explained that the senator’s schedule was fairly full this week, but she’d be doing some visits to local nonprofits and he was welcome to choose one and she’d make time for a cup of coffee after.

Chris was accustomed to the “catch” with these politicians. He was careful to avoid showing too much favor to certain causes and leaders, but he had to toe the line between using his celebrity to bolster a politician’s public opinion and actually getting what he, Mark, and Joe so desperately needed to get ASP off the ground.

After hanging up with Maggie, he was surprised to find a list of engagements already in his inbox, along with links to the organizations and the times that Warren would be there this week. He clicked through the four options, loading the websites and scanning the missions– all various causes he liked, but one on the furthest side of downtown, one wasn’t until next Saturday– a week away– and one was at an animal shelter and he couldn’t risk going there and falling in love with another dog… Dodger would be devastated. The last one was on Tuesday, two days from now, and was the closest to his house. He clicked through the link for the HopeLives Foundation, looking at the stock photos of smiling women and children in front of apartment buildings.

Over the next two days, Chris and Maggie exchanged emails about the event and by 10a Tuesday morning, Chris was dressed in a cardigan and dark jeans and on his way to HopeLives. He pulled into the lot of a small strip mall, seeing the vans for a few news crews parked on the opposite side. The end unit had a sign above the entrance that was a cream-colored oval, with the words HopeLives in hot pink.

As he got close, he was surprised to discover that under the name of the foundation, there was a small herd of pink flamingos. An odd choice of mascot for a Boston-based foundation. He hovered at the edge of the sidewalk between a few cars and crew members scrolling their phones and scanned for Maggie. She’d said he would be able to find her because she’d be three steps behind Warren. And sure enough, there she was, a petite woman in– you guessed it, a pantsuit– was standing behind the senator, taking notes on her phone.

He chose to text her, rather than make his way across the center of attention, saying that he’d be at The Bean– the coffee shop a few doors down– waiting until they were finished; he saw the moment she read it and started to scan for him. He waved from his spot and she beckoned him over.

Shit.

He couldn’t say no; he was this close to getting a chance to talk to a huge name in politics and try to get her to agree to help them. But if he said yes, his face would be on the internet in a nanosecond next to the same huge name in politics, making it very difficult to sell the “nonpartisan” angle of ASP… not that his Twitter account did much to help that either.

He didn’t have a choice, he crossed the lot and hesitantly stepped up on the sidewalk as Maggie approached, her hand out to shake.

“Welcome, Senator Warren is just about to go inside,” she turned on her heels and was walking towards Warren without another warning. She waited for a pause in her conversation before gently touching her elbow, “Senator, Chris Evans is here.”

The senator greeted him warmly in front of the flashing cameras, complementing his career and how much her husband enjoyed his Marvel movies, before turning to introduce him to the women she’d just been meeting.

Kira and Monica were introduced first, shaking hands with Chris and grinning at him, “We had no idea you’d be joining the senator!” Kira continued to shake his hand long after it was socially acceptable and blushed fiercely when she realized and dropped his hand.

“We’ll introduce you to our third teammate in a second, she just stepped inside to get the coffee started,” Monica added, gesturing to the double glass doors, “want to warm up?”

The gaggle of people– Kira, Monica, Senator Warren, Maggie, Chris, all the camera crews, and several other Warren staffers, headed into the large lounge of the office space where there were plants scattered between a few sofas, plush chairs, and coffee tables piled with both coloring books, crayons, and magazines, even a few paperbacks novels on one of the bookshelves.

The cream wall in front of them held a picture of a flamingo and Senator Warren laughed, pointing up at it, “I have to know the deal with the flamingos,”

“Hold on, the flamingo enthusiast should explain it herself,” Kira said, walking down the nearest hallway and disappearing, only to return with a second voice following her.

Coming around the corner, a pot of coffee and a collection of mugs, creamer, and sugars on a tray in front of her, was Kat and Chris swore his heart stopped beating for the first full minute she was in view. He felt his face flush and his palms sweat; he was grateful he hadn’t worn a jacket even in the November chill because he would surely sweat through it right now.

Kat was in a tight plaid turtleneck, green suede skirt, navy tights, and knee-high brown leather boots; her hair was up in a high ponytail and, even with her neck covered, Chris remembered what the slope of it looked like and how much he had craved kissing it again in the last weeks.

She hadn’t noticed him yet; she and Kira were too busy setting out refreshments but when she rose to her full height, she looked straight at the senator first, offering her a chair and a coffee. Senator Warren sat, along with Kira and Monica, and finally, finally, her eyes fell on him. They widened immediately and Chris was pleased to see a blush rise in her cheeks too.

He took a step towards her and immediately paused, unsure what kind of greeting this moment called for. He wanted to hug her– his instinct was to hug– but this didn’t feel like the time to be that familiar. He hesitated and settled on shoving his hands in his pockets and nodding at her with a sheepish smile.

“Ch-Chris,” she stuttered, her head snapping back in surprise and she finished processing, “What are– how did–” she glanced around at the people all watching her expectantly. Kira and Monica’s eyebrows were both so high on their foreheads that they were in danger of blending into their hairlines. Senator Warren just continued to wait patiently, mixing cream into her coffee. The camera people and crew members, Maggie included, stared at Kat and Chris, clearly noticing a moment of tension.

Kat finally stuck out her hand and pushed her shoulders back, “Sorry, I’m just a big fan of your work, so I’m a little starstruck I guess,” she forced a laugh and gratefully, much of the room joined her, “I’m Kat Littleman. Would you like a cup of coffee?”

He shook her hand, accepted her coffee, and took a seat on the sofa– leaving Kat the only space left between him and Kira. She perched on the edge of the sofa, pretending to mix coffee for far too long while Monica and Senator Warren discussed the ins and outs of HopeLives. She picked up the cup, put it to her lips, decided she was shaking too hard to take a sip, and set it back down. Kat repeated the same movement three more times before she finally took a drink; she could feel her teammates' eyes flickering to her erratic movements.

Kat fidgeted on the seat, feeling every movement Chris made beside her. It was like his whole body was magnetized and trying to drag her into him. Seeing him here, in her place of work, had thrown off her whole morning and she was struggling to regain composure. Every time he moved and his cologne filled her space, she was pulled right back to the way it felt to kiss him. To have his hands on her hips, her legs, her breasts. To feel him everywhere…

“So Kat,” Senator Warren turned to Kat, who was pressing her knees so tightly together to avoid touching Chris’s that they ached already, “care to explain the flamingos?”

Kat nodded, flashing a genuine grin and angling her body towards the senator. Chris forced himself to look at her shoulder and not at her lower back, where her turtleneck was coming untucked from her skirt and a small stripe of skin was showing. “So a few years ago I saw this documentary about flamingos that said the name is said to reference their crimson wings and relates them to a real embodiment of the mythical phoenix. In lore, a phoenix rises from the ashes and is reborn for a new opportunity. Flamingos can represent beauty but also balance, stability, and potential. That concept really stuck with me and when we were workshopping names and logos and concepts for HopeLives, I kept coming back to the idea of our foundation working to help families find their potential. They come to us from poverty, abusive homes, from drug addictions, and we help connect them to job opportunities, housing, and food when they need it, plus we run several programs that allow families to bring their children and network with other families, building a herd if you will,” she laughed, earning a laugh from Senator Warren and Chris as well; she jumped a little, remembering Chris was seated behind her and she forced herself to lean back in the sofa, pressing into the backrest and allowing him to be part of the conversation again.

“A group of flamingos is actually called a flamboyance, but I learned quickly that some people do not want to be called that. Anyway,” she took a quick sip from her coffee mug that was emblazoned with the same logo that was out front, “our whole mission boils down to supporting people to rise from the ashes of their past and prosper. These two came up with the name, we all came up with the mission and built it together, but I was really insistent that we incorporate flamingos into our image.”

“Love that,” Chris nodded beside her, trying to catch her eye. Kat was focused on Warren, but when she leaned forward to set her mug on the table, Chris caught another glimpse of her shirt rising, exposing more of her back. He adjusted in his seat and averted his eyes back to the conversation just as Kat’s leg brushed lightly against the hand he’d planted on the sofa to get leverage. They pulled apart as if they'd been burned; Kat swore she could feel heat radiating from the spot where the back of his hand skimmed her thigh.

For almost an hour, the five of them chatted, eventually moving for a tour of the building. It housed the large, comfortable lobby, a small kitchen, three mid-sized, neat offices– each with a pull-out couch in case a family needed a place to crash for a night, two full bathrooms with showers, a conference room that looked more like a second lounge area, and a large back storage room filled with donations: everything from Costco sized packages of snack foods and coffee to new towels and sheets and three hanging racks of clothes and crates of shoes and jackets.

When Warren, Kira, and Monica (and most of the journalists and staffers) walked through the storage unit, talking about the wants and needs, Kat hung back and grabbed Chris’s arm, shoving him towards the kitchen.

“What are you doing here,” she hissed at him, checking over her shoulder that no one had followed them.

“I’m here for Warren, I had no idea this was your organization,” he whispered back, also keeping one eye on the door to the storage area.

She stared at him in confusion, “why on earth are you here for Warren?”

“ASP could use her support, I was promised a coffee and conversation with her. I thought it meant after she did her meet and greet, not during.”

Kat blinked, then finally said, “…ASP?”

Had it not been such a precarious moment, Kat would’ve congratulated herself on her acting skills. Of course, she knew what ASP was. After she’d showered and was positive Chris had left her hotel room, she’d started Googling his platform with little luck and then, when that didn’t work, started texting a few of the DC friends she’d made in the political world– thanks to getting dragged around by Mallory– and pretended to be a curious daughter interested in furthering her mother’s political career.

All utter crap… she just wanted to see what she could find out about the buzz surrounding another Hollywood star coming to DC with big ideas. Turned out to be fairly positive, although most were still skeptical.

Regardless, she feigned indifference and even added a cocked eyebrow for effect.

“For fuck sake, Kat, A Starting Point? The start-up I spent all night talking to your mother and every other politician about the night we met.”

“Right, right,” she feigned understanding, “yeah, my mom talked to me some about that…” She trailed off and Chris rolled his eyes.

“Bull shit, she did not.”

“You’re right, but she did talk about you,” Kat shrugged and then immediately regretted it when his eyebrows shot up.

“Me?”

Kat groaned inwardly and was not about to let on the grilling she’d gotten the morning after the gala. On the way back to the airport, her phone lit up with her mother’s face and she knew what was coming– a string of questions about her disappearance (a headache), her refusal to respond to the texts and calls inquiring last night (head hurt looking at the light, then she fell asleep early), and if she had seen that boy who was also mysteriously missing when Tim had gone to hunt down the trio in hopes of more football talk– they seemed to be the only men in the room who’d known who he was.

“You need to go. And don’t bring up my mom with Warren,” Kat changed the subject, hearing the group coming back towards them. She leaned across him and yanked open the fridge. In an effort to avoid close proximity, he tried to step sideways but stumbled on a gigantic box of potato chips and tipped forward, catching himself with a hand on her waist. He fumbled for words– a true apology never really making it all the way out– and quickly moved his hands. Kat tried to ignore the feeling ignited in her whole body with his hands on her and instead, she grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge and shoved one at him. She turned on her heels, expertly missing other boxes of snacks, and moved back to meet the group as they exited the storage area. “Sorry to miss the tour, I went to the restroom and came back to this one raiding our fridge,” she gestured over her shoulder with her thumb at Chris, who stood entirely too close behind her.

Chris shot a glare at Kat before forcing a smile, “needed some water,” he ground out, hoisting the bottle to his lips, and he pushed past her, his chest skimming her back as he moved closer to her to avoid the camera crew, and joined the group exiting the back hallway to the lobby once again. After a long goodbye between all of the people present and the cameras crews dispersing, Chris followed Senator Warren, Maggie, and the rest of her crew out and to the coffee shop down the block for the promised further discussion about ASP.

Kat busied herself putting the mugs in the dishwasher and straightening up while Kira and Monica trailed her, both pretending to straighten piles of magazines or rearrange some pillows. When she was out of things to do, she retreated to her office and slid behind her desk, ready to respond to some emails when the other two appeared in her doorway.

“Soooooo,” Kira started, draping herself across the sofa, “Chris Evans was here today.”

“He was,” Kat didn’t look up from her computer screen but she wasn’t doing anything. She was clicking buttons and hoping neither of them would pick up on her nervous energy… and that the low lighting in her office hid her pink cheeks.

Monica put on a breathy, high-pitched voice to mock Kat’s introduction saying, “Sorry, big fan, I’m a little starstruck,” before both women giggled.

Kira snorted, “Since when are you a big fan of Chris Evans?”

“I’ve seen the Captain America movies, I know who he is.”

“Yeah, but ‘big fan’ is not something I’d call you. Can you name any other movie he’s been in?”

Kat paused and continued to click buttons on her computer, trying to stall for time, and then, realizing she could Google it, she started to when Kira jumped up, “Uhhuh, no Googling. Spill it.”

“Spill what?”

Twice in one day, Kat’s acting performances– in her humble opinion– were stellar. She pretended to have no idea what her friends were referring to when she knew damn fucking well that she’d been out of sorts from the second Kira had come to get her and the tray of coffee supplies.

She was still grateful that she’d made it to the coffee table without noticing him, and she thought she’d pulled herself together quickly, but these two knew her better than that. They would’ve picked up on her posture, the way she’d picked up her coffee and put it back down several times, not knowing what to do with her hands. They certainly would’ve noticed that she was suddenly silent and had little to say in front of Elizabeth Warren, one of her political heroes who she had been relentlessly pestering to come to see their work. After months of phone calls and planning, her connections to the DC world paid off and got Warren in the door, and then, suddenly, gregarious, confident Kat didn’t have two words to say until dragged into the conversation.

The second she’d seen him standing there, managing to make a cardigan from the old man’s department look sexy, she thought she was going to pass out. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be standing in the lobby of one of her two safe spaces looking at her with those incredible blue eyes that were melting her skin into lava.

He was supposed to be a DC moment. A moment of weakness or lust or sexual frustration or some combination of all of those things wouldn’t ever wander into her life and make her knees weak again. When she’d walked away from him and into that bathroom, it had taken all of her willpower not to yank the door back open and ask him to stay the night, to take her number, or to even just shower with her before he left. But she didn’t let herself do it, she forced herself to listen for him to walk out and let it go. She didn’t need it right now…

“The stuttering and avoiding eye contact and acting like he would give you herpes if you sat too close to him,” Monica offered, sharing a look with Kira before they both turned their attention back to Kat.

“I met him a few weeks ago when I went down for that function with Mom,” Kat shrugged, offering a version of the truth.

Her colleagues, business partners, and long-time best friends just stared at her, knowing there was far more. Monica made a show of crossing her arms and popping out her hip. Kira smacked her gum loudly.

Kat pushed back from the desk and squared up to them, “Fine. You want to really know? I invited him to my hotel room.”

Kira’s jaw dropped and said gum fell out, bumping off her chin and onto the carpet. It took her a heartbeat to realize and then reach down to pick it up and throw it at the trash can.

“Kathrine,” Monica’s grin spread slowly, “do you mean to tell me you slept with him weeks ago?”

Kat started to get defensive, “So what, I can sleep with someone. I don’t have to report back every time I do.”

“Fair enough, just thought you might be up for sharing if it was a celebrity. And, ya know… just a little surprised you hooked up at all.”

“All the more reason not to share.”

“Why’s that?” Kira asked, “If I’d slept with that man, I’d make sure people knew. That’s like resume material.”

“Gross,” Kat scrunched up her nose, “look, he’s gorgeous and we had fun, but I don’t need to be fuck buddies with some Hollywood guy. And worse, I don’t need to be falling all over him like I’m sure every other woman he interacts with does. He’s just a guy, he was a good time, and I walked away before there could be fallout. I was just surprised to see him at my workplace, that’s all. It was out of context. I thought I’d never see him again.” Kat turned back to her computer and started to actually open her email to thank Maggie for coordinating Senator Warren’s visit today.

“Sure,” Kira glanced at Monica, whose face gave away all of her skeptical thoughts, but held her tongue. As they both made their way out of Kat’s office and into their own.

Kat finished out her day sending emails and calling families on her case list before finally shrugging into her coat and wishing Kira and Monica goodnight. Somehow she’d kept her mind off of Chris– she’d been more productive in those several hours than she usually was in days to throw herself headfirst into work and not thinking about the way his cologne had made her brain foggy or the way his body heat had radiated off of him and made her feel so cozy.

Her body went through the motions of getting to the car and driving home, but it was one of those drives where she didn’t remember a second of it. Her mind was too busy replaying the day. Should she have hugged Chris instead? Would he have thought that was weird? Had he thought about her as much as she’d thought about him? Did he regret their night together? Was he happy to see her today?

If it had been any other setting, any other moment, she would’ve greeted him much more warmly– or at least not acted like a stranger. But today had been so important for HopeLives, she’d spent the last three months begging Warren’s staff for a visit. She couldn’t have used the senator’s time to have a warm, fuzzy reunion with the man she’d been regretting walking away from. It wasn’t an appropriate time for that.

And now that she’d acted the way she did, there would be no warm, fuzzy reunion. When she’d left DC, she had no intention of seeing him again. Kat knew Chris was a Boston guy from her night of Googling, but she also knew that Boston wasn’t some small town, and running into him wasn’t likely. She’d walked away from that night knowing that there would be no future and there could be no future. She was too busy and she had too much on her plate for anything with anyone, let alone someone with a schedule like his.

But still, she could’ve been nicer to him. It was strange he’d shown up at HopeLives– her photo was on the website; it wasn’t prominently on the first page, but if he’d done even 3 minutes of clicking through and reading, he would’ve seen her name and photo as one of the founders. It seemed far too coincidental that he’d just happened to pick her place to meet with Senator Warren…

By the time she was in her garage, she’d gone through so much emotional whiplash that she swore her neck actually hurt. Her mind was clouded with all of the feelings and frustrations of the day, but still, she staggered out of the car and into the house. She was greeted in the mud room of her comfy cottage by Amelia, her four-year-old mutt, and plopped directly on the doormat to give her a proper hello full of neck rubs and butt scratches. When Amelia trotted around her, through the kitchen, and to the French doors that led to the yard, Kat followed her and unhooked the latch, watching her scamper out into the late afternoon sun.

Kat took a few moments of peace to hang up her coat and bag, walk through the living room putting away items as she passed them, and head up to her bedroom for a change of comfy clothes before she went back out. From her bedroom window, she smiled to herself as she watched Amelia pace the backyard, barking at passing walkers and begging them to approach the fence for a visit.

She checked her watch and slipped into sneakers and her heavy coat, pulling the leash off the wall and setting it on the bench by the door to stoop and tie up one of her laces. Kat glanced up when she heard a string of frantic, excited tips from Amelia. She squinted through the glass and groaned, “No fucking way.”

+++

By the time Chris and the senator finished it was almost 2; their 30 allotted minutes lapping twice before they parted ways. She’s been thrilled with his idea, eager to reach younger citizens and they ended with a future meeting already scheduled for her with the whole team.

He was pulsing with adrenaline and even his less-than-stellar reunion with Kat couldn’t put a damper on his mood. After he’d called Mark and Joe to relay the conversation to both of them, he was pulling down his long driveway and into the garage. When Dodger greeted him with equal excitement, Chris didn’t bother to kick his shoes off and instead grabbed Dodger’s lead and his heavy winter coat and ushered him into the car.

He pulled back out and drove the seven minutes to his favorite local pond that Dodger loved. It had a walking trail around it, a fenced dog run, a playground, and several well-kept docks, and it backed up to a little neighborhood with small, adorable, waterfront homes. Since he was still dressed from his day, he didn’t want a true hike, but he couldn’t stand to be inside. It was too gorgeous out on this bright November day and he was too full of pride. ASP might make it. With someone like Elizabeth Warren signing on, that helped their cause. She’d promised to speak to some of her trusted colleagues, and they were headed back to DC after the new year to continue to work– then in February, Chris was scheduled to start filming a new movie, luckily here in Massachusetts, so he wouldn’t have as much flexibility in his schedule, but Mark and Joe would pick up his slack for a few months.

Dodger trotted along in front of him, just as happy to be outside as Chris was. His head was on a swivel, his nose constantly twitching with the fresh smells, and his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth in a smile.

Chris nodded politely to several people he passed, most of them more focused on his adorable mutt than him. By the time they were halfway around the path– about a 2-mile loop– they were in the thick of the houses that backed up to the path, several with long sloping yards, some fenced, some with swing sets and sandboxes, others perfectly tended garden beds all closed up for the coming winter.

They approached one of the fenced yards as a black, brown, and white dog came racing to the edge, yipping happily at Chris and Dodger. “Hey, pal,” he cooed, letting Dodger stop to sniff through the fence. The two dogs nosed each other through the pickets, the enclosed one eventually jumping up on its hind legs, tail wagging and lunging for Chris, begging for pets. He stepped closer, Dodger matching the dog’s pose, and Chris obliged both of them with ear scratches. All the while, Chris murmured to both of them, laughing at their contagious energy.

“You have got to be kidding me,” a voice approached and Chris blinked once, then twice, staring at the approaching figure in the yard.

She was now in leggings and a big, red winter coat, a wool hat with a pom pom on her head, but it was, without a doubt, Kat.

“Oh my god,” Chris groaned, still petting the dogs, neither of whom noticed the immediate tension between the two humans.

“This definitely counts as stalking now,” she crossed her arms and reached the edge of the fence, nudging the dog in front of her and saying softly, “Down, Ames.”

“I walk here all the damn time, Kat, it’s a public park and I had no idea that you lived here. In fact, I thought you lived in DC. We’re going,” Chris snapped, pulling Dodger’s leash. Dodger was too busy licking Kat’s outstretched hand and wrist to move. “Dodge, let’s go.”

“Bye sweetie,” Kat whispered to Dodger before pulling away.

Chris was fuming. First, she’d ditched him after sex, then she’d avoided him all morning, then she’d accused him of stealing from their fridge in front of Elizabeth Warren, and now she was acting like he’d sought out her house on purpose. He was a few steps away and wheeled around, “You know what, no. Who do you think you are? Do you think you’re really that special that I’d hunt you down and then stand at your back fence longingly?”

“How should I know? When guys like you don’t get what they want, they can get weird. I wouldn’t put it past you,” she countered, her dog now planted at her feet, still wagging happily.

“Guys like me?”

She gestured to him, “Guys with lots of money and lots of bravado who expect women to fall at their feet and then pout when we don’t.”

Busted.

“I promise you, baby, you were not that memorable.”

Lies. All lies. He’d gotten himself off to her image, the memory of her sounds, the feel of her body more than once.

But she couldn’t know that.

“Next time you walk here, don’t talk to my dog. Amelia, come,” she tapped the dog’s neck and they both walked back across the lawn. Chris stood watching her go, Dodger still pulling to get to Amelia, and his heart tightened in his chest when she glanced back over her shoulder once midway across their journey and then once more at the door. She hesitated at the last step, holding it open for Amelia but not breaking eye contact with Chris.

And then, she stepped into the house. Dodger caught the scent of a bird or a squirrel further down the path and pulled Chris on and away from Kat’s fence.

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chris evans is soo unsexy hes like. a combination of every white guy ever he looks like an alpha male about to call you a racist and homophobic slur also hes not even hot hes just. jacked he has muscles he is not sexually attractive from anyyyy angle and he dresses like a politician when hes in a suit and in casuals he looks like hes going to go fishing or whatever white guys do. sorry diti but ur literally incorrect and wrong

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Kinktober Day 2 - Competence Kink

Pairing: Chris Evans/Reader

Warning: sexually suggestive thoughts and conversations

Summary: I mean, you knew he was good, but you didn't know what watching him would do to you.

You'd seen some of A Starting Point's videos, and you were so proud of Chris, not just for stepping up where he saw a way he could help, but for how prepared, respectful, and capable he was in every interview.

But it was different seeing it in person.

Chris was on his laptop in his - no, your - living room, speaking with his co-founder Marc and a female senator you weren't too familiar with.

He listened carefully, occasionally intersecting clarifying questions, but mostly giving the politician the opportunity to speak. Everything Chris said added value and depth to the conversation, and as you listened from your place off-camera, you started to feel more than just pride warming your body.

While it would be an exaggeration to say that you found everything he did sexy (he'd had a wet cough a couple weeks ago that was disgusting), you've long since reconciled yourself to the fact that sometimes even the most innocent of his actions can rile you up.

But this was different.

The first time you watched him trim Dodger's nails, your ovaries had nearly exploded from the need to make him a real dad, not just a dog dad. He was so gentle, so patient, cuddling up to Dodger's side and reassuring him with warm, loving praise as he clipped his nails. When he finished, he caught you looking at him, and teased you about your expression.

This time, you weren't admiring all the qualities that would make him an incredible father; you were admiring the qualities that make him such a powerful man. Chris has a quiet strength, the kind of strength undervalued in today's world. He didn't need to be talking over someone to make himself heard. He willing gave his power to others who could benefit from it, using his influence to bring attention to things that matter.

And while you sometimes loving refer to him as a himbo, you know how concerned he's been that everyone from the media to the politicians he's collaborating with would see him as a dumb, naive celebrity that doesn't know how the real world works.

So you've seen how hard he prepares, how much effort he puts into getting ready for every interview, so that none of his nay-sayers would have a leg to stand on. And, like with all of his acting roles, his preparation truly has paid off. Even though he let the politicians do most of the talking, it was clear that he had a good understanding of the issues.

You're watching him as he listens, a small furrow in his brow, head nodding to show that he's paying attention. He's not dressed up at all, just wearing one of his usual t-shirt and ball cap combos with just a glimpse of his tattoos and chain visible at his neckline.

Not visible is the larger-than-intended bruise just below his collarbone quote. You'd been on top of him last night, grinding together slowly and you'd needed to bite, to suck at any part of him. He hadn't exactly complained, groaning louder and tightening his grip on your hips.

And yet, here he is, polished and composed, respectful and respectable. You'd started out reading a book, looking up now and then to see how he was doing, but your book is abandoned now as you watch him. It's nothing new, but it hits you more than normal, seeing his hands move so expressively as he talks, cracking a bit of a grin when the senator says something ironic.

You're on the edge of your seat, watching him carefully and occasionally rubbing your thighs together to balance out the need growing between them. At one point, he absent-mindedly brushes his hand over the hickey you gave him, and you very narrowly manage to prevent yourself from moaning.

It feels like an eternity that you sit there in a state of exquisite torture. You love looking at him, could do it all day, but your arousal is building without any relief.

Finally, finally, he says "goodbye" and closes his laptop. You hurriedly pick up your book to pretend you hadn't been staring at him in lust for twenty minutes, but he looks over at you before you manage to get the book open.

"Hey, babe," Chris says slowly, getting up and walking over to you. "Whatcha up to?"

He sits down beside you, takes the book from your hands, and sets it down on the coffee table.

"Nothing," you squeak, knowing he's got your number, but not wanting to admit it yet.

"Huh, coulda sworn you were staring at me while I was talking about gerrymandering. I've never seen someone looked so turned on by such an oppressive and elitist political strategy..."

You duck your head, embarrassed even though you know that he loves the way you desire him.

"I guess I just really have a thing for voter suppression," you reply and he laughs, a booming, beautiful noise.

"Urgh, you say that, but I feel like some of the assholes out there must actually be getting off on making the cruelest possible policies."

He's still speaking playfully, but you hear the discouragement in his voice all the same.

"Hey," you tell him, dropping the silliness and cupping his cheek. "You can't fix everything. No one can fix everything, but you're doing something, and that's all anyone could ask of you."

He pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss into your hair. You're still a little new to each other, still learning when to tease and when to comfort, but you know you've gotten it right this time. Bit by bit you're making room for each other, not just in your newly shared home, but in the parts of yourselves you've closed off from other people over the years.

You curl against him, enjoying the physical side of his strength now, and trying to convince your body to dial down the horniness until you're sure he's doing okay.

But after just a few moments, he pulls back, smirking at you like he always does when you let him know just how much you want him.

"Funny, I was coming over here expecting to get jumped, not therapized."

He traces a line along your chin, rubbing against a tender spot where he must have left a bruise you hadn't noticed yet.

"You're always so presumptuous." You fib, pretending to be annoyed. "Can't a woman sit, in her own home, and openly lust over a man without him assuming she wants to sleep with him?"

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p'. "At least, not if you're the woman we're talking about, and I'm the man."

"Hmm," you grumble, keeping up your act. "Well, you best count yourself lucky that I was sitting here thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you."

"Oh, honey," Chris replies, his voice full of affection, "I always count myself lucky now that I have you."

And then he's kissing you and, yeah, you count yourself pretty lucky, too.

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[queerbuckleys]

wip wednesday! tagged by @ekstasisandqueerangst (also @gayeddiaz for seven sentence (mon)day)

first some "not like this" first kiss for @alex1424 <3

“It’s the rules so you have to at least once!” Albert says from the hallway. Buck sighs from where he’s sitting on the bed before getting to his feet and making his way to be in Eddie’s space.  “So…”  And they are a hairsbreadth apart, barely enough air between them to breathe, if either of them were.  “I can’t.”  Blood rushes Buck’s ears.  “I can’t, not like this.”   It's barely a whisper. And Eddie is gone.  Buck is left standing in the bedroom, lump in his throat. He just stands there. Frozen to the spot.

and second some rwrb au cause i wrote 2k on monday

He pokes his head into the nursery and Chris is sleeping soundly still. He wonders what would have happened if his mother had never been a politician. What sort of life he would have. If Chris would be around. Shannon? What would he be doing for work? He supposes that if the multiverse is real there is one like that out there. Where he is happy. That also leaves the possibility of one where that’s all true and he isn’t. He shakes his head, running his fingers over an old baseball tee. His hand lands on his phone resting on the top of his dresser, his fingers grasp it tightly as he sits on the bed. He stares at his favorites list. Karen is busy celebrating with her own family. Adriana and Sophia are just entangled in this mess as he is, so they’re out. Jesse is still resting on the list, Eddie never really bothered with unfavoriting people. It would be weird to randomly call after all this time on Christmas. His eyes land on “Buck” “And for what do I owe this pleasure?” Evan’s voice drifts through the speaker before Eddie can think through what he’s done. There’s the soft sound of a Christmas carol in the background, and what exactly he's done hits him squarely in the chest. “Shit, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. It’s late isn’t it? And you probably have family things since it's Christmas. My god I'm an idiot. I’m just gonna-" “Eddie,” Evan cuts him off gently, “it’s quite alright. Maddie and I are still awake, everyone else went to bed hours ago. You are not interrupting anything important.” He hears a soft “hey!” and the distinct sound of a light slap. “Maddie says hi and happy Christmas,” Evan continues, “Evan’s got his-” “Madeline I swear to God if you finish that sentence!” is said away from the microphone and there is the distinct sound of a pillow being thrown and landing against a body. “So why have you called?” It’s soft and gentle- not even a lighthearted teasing tone.

tagging: @gaysdiaz @bibuddie @goldenretrieverfirefighters @fleurdebeton and whoever else wants to share!

#wip wednesday #snippets

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Ok it's me again: The person who has never thought more than a second about Chris Evans. And I have a question.

What exactly do you mean by political engagement? And what happend about in regards to his image that caused this reaction from all of you.

Like I'm missing the biggest parts in this story and yet I'm entertained 💀

LOL, okay. First, thanks for coming back! Second, get ready for a wild ride.

So, back after the 2016 election of Trump, Chris Evans suddenly got very politically opinionated on Twitter. Some thought it was the effect of dating Jenny Slate, some thought he was just really pissed off about Trump. Either way, his new politically engaged tweets and snarky takes on Trump earned him a lot of new fans.

For some reason around 2017 he got the brainwave to start a political website that would help people be better informed voters. This website is called A Starting Point - ASP for short. The gist of the website is that politicians from both sides of the aisle give short insights into their takes on different topics/issues. So, he spent time originating this website with two partners between 2017-2020, and doing in person interviews with politicians between 2019-2020 for the website. It started getting him in hot water with fans, because he started being seen in photo ops with all kinds of people, including the likes of Ted Cruz and other icky Republicans.

In the interim, he also started reining in the political opinions on Twitter that people enjoyed. He became more cautious because of ASP, because of wanting engagement with both political parties. People started missing Political Chris.

Now, he's totally absent from Twitter, both politically and non-politically. Many people are unfollowing him there because they specifically now question his "woke" bonafides. They question if it was all just another PR rebrand that he's now tired of.

#ask #ASP

[vndrcs]

&&. is that ( Chris Evans )?? no, it’s just ( Andrés Federico de Moncada ). he is the ( Dowager King Regent ) of ( Greece ). he is ( 41 ) years old and his birthday is the ( 5th ) of ( October ) which makes him a ( Libra ).  he is ( ambitious & resourceful ) and ( sarcastic & freewheeling ) but, unfortunately, also ( materialistic & egocentric ). those traits just make him a ( Slytherin ) and in scientific terms an ( ENFP ). he is ( heterosexual ) and the plaza’s ( the philanderer ).  His theme song is ( Ballad of a Politician ) by ( Regina Spektor ). his interests include ( Origami & Reading ). He practices ( no religion ) and is a supporter of ( sergi & ASS ). his quirk is ( cracking his fingers one at a time when he’s in deep thought ) and favorite quote is ( If you must break the law, do it to seize power: in all other cases observe it.) by ( Julius Caesar ) because ( for him power is the one thing he ever wanted and has been working for his whole life. ). last but not least he ( does ) believe in true love.

you don't know Andrés? How's it like to live my dream?

this is actually a starter post - tell me for who thx

#hshqintro

[babstheyaga]

Have you ever watch Oshi no ko yet? I been thinking about Idol au related to fmod but it's just thoughts like what would it be like if the Autobots gang is that one really famous idol group, and the reader is their big fan all that good stuff. But what if her dearest idol group is not as bright and pure as she thought they are? It's a weird thought process idk how I start thinking about this either--aha-

-💐

i haven't watched an ounce of anime since i was like 16, so i have not seen it, but i can kinda gather what it is from this...

i actually was talking with a friend like a couple days ago about like Twitch Streamer!Reader AU with fanboy!Mirage, it was their idea fully so that obviously goes to them, but i've never thought about it the other way around!

i'm trying to think of what maybe could happen with a pop band Autobot au could look like... hmm... like what if reader was a big fan of theirs, and maybe they end up going to their concert and trying to go backstage?? i'm not 100% sure what would happen, though. i feel like instead of a singer au, it would be more like just generally people of power, ya know?

like instead of singer bee, he'd be kinda like the new Canelo Alvarez. Jazz would be the new Kevin Hart, I feel like Optimus would be either a famous politician or possibly actor, Mirage would totally be a singer, though. Something like Linkin Park, or Falling In Reverse. Arcee??? I'm totally clueless on that one. If she was anything, she'd be like Angelina Jolie, like, only playing the most coolest, badass roles like Girl Interrupted or Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Ya know?! IronHide would honestly go down in history as a known mafia boss. Just- Totally feared from anyone or anything. CliffJumper? He'd be Arcee's Chris Evans to her Scarlett Johansson, ya know? They're basically a pair and always act together... Ratchet? The new Doctor Mike, of course. Who else?

i'm trying to think of how everything would go down, but this question kinda got me stumped. reader would obviously know all of them, perhaps meeting them at a convention or something... what if like... just spitballing, but they all know each other, obviously, but the way they know each other is they all work under the table of some sort?

maybe mirage has a liking towards reader (because he's obsessive and doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself) and asks her to go out for dinner after the convention? she agrees, why wouldn't she? he's her favorite idol! she's always wanted to spend time with someone like him! perhaps she goes to meet him at a bar, but there was something that came up at the bar and the whole squad is there once she shows up... Wrong place wrong time? Perhaps?

#related to fmod #god i love asks #if this seems half assed then i'm sorry #i'm... not sober! #gonna write here in a bit #i'm excited