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alisonsfics · 2 years ago

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new year’s eve

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: you and chris are the only single people in your friend group, so find a new way to ring in the new year

word count: 2.1k

warnings: unprotected sex, smut, car sex, dirty talk, swearing, handjobs, fingering, minors DNI

You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram as you did your makeup. You were currently at your best friend Chris’ apartment. You both were getting ready for a New Years Eve party being hosted by a mutual friend of yours. You both had planned to get ready at Chris’ apartment and then ride over together.

“Oh, I swear to God,” you mumbled under your breath as you looked at your phone. Chris, who was in his connecting bedroom getting ready, perked up at the sound of your complaint. “You alright?” He asked, walking into the doorway.

You turned your phone to show him the screen and rolled your eyes. “Ringing in the new year with the love of my life,” you read the caption of the photo in a mocking tone. Chris began to chuckle, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “If I see another one of these sappy posts, I’m gonna throw my phone across the room” you said, running your hand through your hair in frustration.

Chris slowly walked over to you and took your phone out of your hand. He set it down on the counter and pulled you into a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with being single, I promise you aren’t missing out on anything.” He said, trying to comfort you. He rubbed his hands up and down your back. You let out a sigh while hugging him back.

“I just hate seeing all the couples rubbing it in during the holidays.” You explained to him. He nodded, completely understanding where you were coming from. He pulled out of the hug and gave you a soft smile. “I get it, the holidays are a horrible time to be single.” He agreed.

The two of you were the only single ones left in your giant friend group, which made holiday parties with them that much more difficult. In truth, neither you nor Chris hated any couple, in fact, you were both hopeless romantics. However, being surrounded my love when you were alone was less than ideal.

Chris walked back into his room to finish getting ready, and you finished up your makeup.

“You ready?” Chris asked, appearing in the doorway again. You nodded your head, while faking a smile. “Am I the only one kinda dreading tonight? I mean I love our friends, I just can’t handle the looks of pity when I have no one to kiss at midnight.” You said, resting your head on his shoulder.

He ran his hand up and down your arm, comforting you. “No, I’ve been worrying about it too. Awkwardly standing in the room while all our friends get to kiss their significant others really sucks.” He agreed.

Then, a crazy idea popped into your head. “What if we didn’t go tonight?” You suggested. Chris tilted his head to the side, intrigued. “What did you have in mind instead? Chill movie night at home?” He asked.

You shook your head. “What if we drive up to that overlook and watch all the fireworks go off at midnight? We still get to enjoy the festivities without the all the clingy couples” you explained.

“You are a genius.” He said, grabbing your hand in his. Your idea sounded perfect to Chris. He got to hang out with the only person he cared about hanging out with and ring in the new year.

He grabbed his keys while you found some snacks for you both to enjoy, and then you both hopped in the car. “I have to say, this is already shaping up to be a better night than going to that party.” Chris said, as he pulled out of the driveway.

You could feel the excitement in the car as you both drove away from the city and all the people. You both finally made it to the overlook, and you were in a nice secluded area with no people around.

“It’s going to be so pretty when the fireworks go off.” You said, getting giddy. Chris smiled while looking over at how excited you were.

“To ringing in the new year with the love of my life.” Chris teased, holding up a beer bottle to cheers against your own. You giggled at his joke and clinked your glasses together. You both took a sip from your bottles and realized you had about thirty minutes until midnight.

You opened up the sunroof of the car and then leaned back to look at the stars. “It’s so pretty out here, I can’t believe I don’t spend all my time here.” You said, admiring the view. Chris leaned his seat back to join you in your stargazing.

“So you have any resolutions?” You asked, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking over at Chris. You could tell he was thinking about your question when a smirk popped onto his face. “Maybe get a girlfriend, so I can attend a New Years Eve party and have someone to kiss at midnight.” He said, half joking.

Your jaw dropped and you playfully hit his arm. “You are not leaving me in the singles club all by myself.” You said, pretending to be offended. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned over to plant a kiss on your head as an apology. “I’m sorry, my resolution also includes you getting a boyfriend, it should be easier for you than it is for me.” He told you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked him, curiously. He almost panicked, realizing he didn’t say the last part in his head. He shrugged and looked over at you. “I don’t know, we both know you’re gorgeous. I’m sure there is a nice guy who would love to date you.” He explained.

You let out a giggle and took a sip of your drink. “See the problem is only the gross guys let you know they’re interested. The creepy guys who yell at you on the street, I have a long list of those, but no actually good guys.” You told him.

He nodded, remembering all the stories of creepy guys you had gone on first dates with. “I have a good feeling about this year, you’ll find one. For all you know, one is a lot closer than you think.” He told you confidently.

You both realized the meaning of what he said. The two of you froze as you locked eyes and thought about what he mistakenly had confessed.

You had a brief surge of confidence, so you set down your beer, cupped Chris’ face, and kissed him the way you had always wanted to. He was shocked by the kiss, but quickly slid his arms around your waist.

His beard lightly scratched against your face, causing you to giggle against the kiss. Chris’ tongue slipped into your mouth. You hummed contently, loving the way his lips moved against yours.

You moved your hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You broke the kiss to take a breath. Chris used the opportunity to bury his face in your neck, softly sucking on your skin. “Oh, Chris,” you mumbled.

“You look so gorgeous tonight” Chris said, eyeing you up and down. You were now glad you both had still gotten dressed up for the party because you got to make out with Chris while he was dressed up.

His tattoos peaked through his button up shirt. You undid the top three buttons of his shirt, then ran your fingers over his tattoos. “You like ‘em?” He asked you, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve seen them before, but they make you look so fucking good. It’s not fair.” You told him. He smirked and pulled you back into a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around your waist.

A whimper escaped your lips as Chris nipped at your bottom lip. He groaned and bucked his hips up when he heard the sound. He tugged at your waist, trying to get you closer to him.

“Oh, fuck it” he said, pulling you over the console to sit on his lap. You pushed your hips against his as you ran your hands over his bare chest. Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons for you.

You leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his chest. Chris threw his head back and let out a low moan. “You look so good, sweetheart.” He groaned. He grabbed at your ass, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of your dress.

He bucked his hips up against yours. “I need you so bad,” he told you. You slid your hands down his chest and palmed him lightly. A low groan left his lips. You kept palming him and listened to the curses that left his mouth.

“Please stop teasin’ me,” he begged you. You grabbed his belt buckle and undid it carefully. Before you could do anything else, Chris pulled you back into a kiss. His hands snuck down the end of your long dress and started to pull your dress up to your waist.

He got your dress balled up around your waist, and slipped his hand under your dress. “Baby, you’re so wet,” he said, swiping his fingers across the outside of your panties. You whined and pushed your hips closer to his hand.

He slipped his fingers into your panties and slid two fingers into you. “Ohhh, Chris yes,” you mumbled, earning a smirk from Chris. He sped up the pace of his fingers and got a few more sweet moans from you.

“I need you, Chris,” you said, as your eyes fluttered closed. You didn’t notice but he had a smug look on his face. “Need me where, sweetheart?” He teased you.

Your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers slid in and out of you. “Huh? What was that?” He asked you, knowing how good he was making you feel.

“Inside me. C’mon just fuck me, Chris,” you begged him, growing impatient. His hips bucked up against yours as he heard you literally beg for his cock. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said.

You pushed his pants down enough to have access to his boxers. Chris tugged his boxers down a little and his cock slapped against his chest. You whined at the sight.

“Can’t wait to fill you up,” Chris said, sliding your panties to the side and lining himself up. Your stomach did flips as you waited in anticipation.

Chris slowly pushed his length into your folds. Moans fell from both of your lips. “Can I move, sweetheart?” Chris groaned, hoping your answer was a yes. You quickly nodded your head.

He gripped your hips and lifted you up and then back down onto his cock. “Oh, faster please,” you moaned out. Chris was in no position to deny you that wish. He snapped his hips against yours at a quick pace.

“You feel so good, oh fuck, baby,” Chris said, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The sounds of both of your moans bounced off the walls of his car. The windows were fogged up due to the hot air.

Your sweaty bodies slapped against each other. Both of you were lost in your bliss. “Oh, you’re perfect,” you moaned, throwing your head back. He slipped one hand between your thighs and started rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Oh, ohhhhh,” you screamed out. You could tell Chris’ thrusts were faltering. “I’m gettin’ really close, sweetheart,” Chris told you.

“Me too,” you mumbled in between breaths. You both sped up your pace, desperately chasing your highs. You both were panting and thrusting your hips erratically.

You could feel the coil in your stomach form and start to tighten. “Oh, Chris I’m gonna—” you moaned as you came undone.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum too, sweetheart,” Chris moaned as he came inside of you. You collapsed against his chest breathless.

Then, fireworks started erupting behind both of you. “Happy new year,” you said, sweetly and leaned in to kiss Chris softly. “Happy new year to you too,” he said, kissing you back.

Then you both turned to look at the fireworks. “I can’t see a thing,” Chris said, referencing the foggy windows.

“Having sex in your car will have that effect,” you said, giggling. He chuckled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “No no no, having really amazing car sex with have that effect,” he said, smiling.

You nodded your head and agreed with him. “Yeah, it was pretty phenomenal,” you said.

You both got yourselves cleaned up and then got out of the car to watch the fireworks. You both sat on Chris’ car’s hood and looked at all the fireworks erupting over the sky. Chris wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him.

“I have to say, this is my best New Years to date.” You told him, honestly. He smiled down at you. “I’m am so glad we didn’t go to that silly party. This was way better,” he said, kissing your temple.

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coltrainbat · 2 years ago

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What about chubbish and kind reader getting criticized for dating the world's sexiest man of 2022, she felt upset and cries. Chris felt angry at the people who doesn't know about his girlfriend

Sexist Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader)

A.N/WARNING: Screenshots are obvi fake, TW for fatphobia, slurs, people being mean ☹️ but happy ending, photos arent mine (mwah pinterest)

You smiled at the photo of you two, dressed up before a night out. Chris lips lovingly on your cheeks as you smiled happily. You thought you looked great in your new skin tight dress. Sure it showed a few insecurities but you hoped the black would hide it. Your makeup and hair was all done up and Chris couldn’t stop loving on you all night.

You chuckled at the sweet yet corny caption. He would never live it down - would he? You shook your head, grinning like an idiot.

Fighting your better instinct, you went through the comments, chewing your thumb nail as you eyes laid on the key words:

“Fat”

“Cow”

“She takes up the whole mirror.”

“It should be illegal for someone like her to wear a dress like that”

“Chris Evans is legally blind if he thinks she’s sexy”

You licked the taste of salty tears that had landed on your upper lip. You took a shaky breathe out as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming. You felt pathetic, crying about what a bunch of nobody’s had to say about your body. They were jealous, they didn’t know you, they were protective of their internet boyfriend - your mind ran through all the reasons for such vile comments but that still didn’t stop the feeling of sadness and inadequacy that ran through you.

That was until a wet little nose landed on your cheek, paw pushing the phone away from your face.

“Would you look at that you found mama- baby what’s wrong?” Chris came in, catching your tear stained cheeks and red, watery eyes.

“The um… instagram you posted you-“ You were hiccuping, anxiously patting Dodgers coat. Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, firmly focused on the Instagram comments that were now blurry.

“I didn’t post your nudes did I?!” His face full of concern that he had pulled another, much worse, social media blunder.

“No.” You left out a shaky faux laugh

“You left comments on and well some people aren’t very nice.”

“Show me right now.” His jaw went tight and his expression changed to pure disgust and anger.

You handed him the phone, digging your face into Dodgers coat, drying your tears.

Chris’s eyes scanned the comments, jaw tightening as he grounded his teeth.

“That’s it.” He throw the phone next him, making his way up in a frenzy.

“Chris it’s not a big deal I’m just emotional.”

“It is a fucking big deal.” He raised his voice now, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Chris wasn’t an angry person, rarely getting upset but when you were involved; people better run.

It perplexed him everyday how he thinks he landed the most beautiful woman in the world yet people want to pick apart something as stupid as your weight.

Chris wasn’t blind at all, he was engrossed and obsessed with every curve, every roll, every stretch mark, every sag. He loved them all.

He couldn’t get enough of grabbing your belly whenever he could, even in public. His hand without fail always travelled from your waist to your pudge, slowly stroking the skin or the fabric - it relaxed him.

Or at home when he’d forgo your ass and instead just grab a roll and jiggle it in his hands, fuck, in his mind it was a bonus to your ass, more skin he could fondle and touch and enjoy, more ways to get a whole body ripple out of you.

Or in the morning before you’d wake up when he’d slowly trace your stretch marks, adoring the way they looked like tiger stripes he felt like they were a natural piece of art on your body.

The way your thighs would wrap tightly around his head, a built in pillow for him to rest on while he traced your body with his hands, following the natural trail created by your curves.

How every hug felt soft and warm as you pressed your plump body up against him, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t grab every single part of you all at once and just squeeze but a hug was the closest thing.

He didn’t think pure beauty existed until he saw you for the first time, he remembers the way he jaw fell agape slightly and his eyes widened desperate to touch you, desperate to have you in his bed every night.

You were his now and he wasn’t going to let some bullshit comments take that away from him.

To take the spark and light out of you, to push you down to a place where you felt you were anything but incredible.

You body wasn’t just a wonderland but the home for the soul in which he adored, his kind, intelligent, resilient, witty, outspoken, well read and highly cultured, drop dead gorgeous woman.

The purity of you being so authentically yourself was sacred to him and he was fiercely protective of you for that.

He dreaded the day the comments got too much and he cringed at the thought of you changing any part of the woman he met for some fucking comments. It wouldn’t happen. Not on his watch.

“You can’t just- you can’t fucking say those things about someone! I mean we go back 200 fucking years and there’s your body in fucking oil paintings around castles and here we are now where your accomplishments, your personality, your kindness, your fucking beauty is just completely shitted on.”

“I dealt with it way before I started dating you.”

“Well it ends now.” He said crouching down in front of you as you sat curled into a ball on the couch.

His eyes had softened and he was desperate for you to meet his. Wanting to assure you with everything he had that this meant nothing to him.

“Baby you know I don’t agree with those comments right. Fuck, you remember how much I couldn’t keep my hands off you that night.”

“And every night before.” You snorted

He gave you a soft smile, happy you were back to making jokes “Exactly.”

“It’s my fault I should of turned comments off but we shouldn’t have to do that. I’m going to write something and that should be the end of it.”

“We shouldn’t react that’s what they want.” You said wearily.

“In no world is that going to be said about you and I just sit back and let it happen. Absolutely not. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

You sunk into the steaming water as the smell of lavender and rose filled your nose and muscles you didn’t realise you were tensing finally relaxed. Repeating mantras of self assurance in your head with the distant sound of Chris scurrying around the bedroom and his muffled voice on the phone.

Getting out and into your robe after an hour you made your way into the bedroom, finding an exhausted Chris waiting for you on the bed.

“Come here I wanna show you something.” He tapped the spot next to him, inviting you to snuggle against his chest as he got out his phone.

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you got comfortable.

“Read.” He said sternly, putting his phone into your hand.

You brushed the tears forming in your eyes from happiness. Two things you could always count on with Chris is his ability to make you the happiest person alive and his passion. Combine them and you’re a babbling mess of gratitude and love. Pulling his head down towards you, peppering kisses all over his face and whispering thank you against his lips.

“Don’t thank me come on now.”

“It was very well said.”

“Yeah well we won’t need this for awhile.” He grabbed his phone from you, throwing it down the bed as he fell off the edge, landing with a small thump.

“Come here sexy, I wanna love on my girl.” You giggled as his beard brushed against your neck as he left wet soppy kisses down your body, untieing your robe to get your unfiltered body in all its glory.

Chris’s comments created a storm of support, bringing up a conversation of why a woman’s body is ever a topic of concern and the high expectations of male celebrity partners to look a certain way.

And months down the line he still stood by them. Stating in an interview:

“I don’t think I have ever been more furious than when I read those comments. You know you have this beautiful, intelligent partner and you’re both in this happy little bubble of love and admiration and then these strangers, randoms on the internet just start attacking them for all the things you love about them. It’s like a kick in the gut. I felt so guilty like it was my fault because she didn’t ask to be famous or anything and it’s not easy to give that privacy and anonymity up to follow your heart but she did it anyways and all she was met with was horrible comments. Man, I was so scared that was going to be it for her and I’d never see her again. It just felt like people don’t realise that’s a real person, we are real people and if you wouldn’t say that to someone’s face then why comment it where they can see? She didn’t deserve that at all and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it never happened again. She means the world to me, I’d do anything to protect her. I’m just lucky I get to wake up to her everyday and she’s this strong, resilient person who can’t be knocked down easily.”

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dodgerevansce · 4 months ago

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Trigger warning

To be honest she did post leak video of her intentionally so she could get attention

Wtf is that bruh finding so much of her shit on porn sites and places

The thing is her team did good job deleting it from Instagram but they forgetting the porn sites

Alba doesn't need to act in hollywood she should join porn industry she will get more money and fame for her fake orgasm and cum shots

The fact she did these parts with older man its biggest ick ever like eww

Alba would not be known as hollywood it girl or hollywood actress she would be know as chris evans wife or chris evans hoe

Or porn industry actress

Like no dignity of her name

#chris evans shitshow #hollywood #chris and alba pr #alba baptista shitshow

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rafeyybabyy · 1 year ago

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✨may 2023 fic recs✨

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for: bucky barnes, sam winchester, rafe cameron, jj maybank, negan smith, rick grimes, chris evans, and harry styles

bucky barnes

designated spider killer - @morsmordre-writes

“yelena accidentally plays matchmaker, bucky pretends he doesn’t want to live out his friends to lovers dream, and you’re just trying to live your life… to bad a stalker wants to be apart of it.”

sam winchester

we could stay - @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

“help me i’m doing hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second”

rafe cameron

fair play - @laiiaaa

“you spend a sleepy morning with rafe”

one step forward - @biisexualemma

“rafe tried to help you out”

jj maybank

paradise on earth - @xreaderbooks

“y/n routledge was just an ordinary girl from the wrong side of the island in north carolina, school is out and a summer of keggers, surfing, and denying for feelings for her brothers best friend awaits her. that is until her brother john b and her friends find clues to a treasure her and john b’s dad spent his entire life searching for.”

the part where you kiss me - @laiiaaa

“you’re stuck with the job of getting a very drunk, very lovesick jj into bed”

negan smith

love made me crazy - @velvetcloxds

“falling for negan while he’s still being kept in his cell in alexandria has you questioning your sanity”

rick grimes

four words - @murd0cksl0ver

just some good rick fluff

chris evans

out of left field - @time-for-a-library

“after 29 years of friendship with chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. when he finds himself in the midst of a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away”

harry styles

Jamaica causes lines to blur for Harry and best friend!Y/N - @harryisalrightig

“jamaica causes lines to blur for harry and best friend!y/n”

honey, i’m home! - @meetmeonafineline

“in which harry stiles and up and coming writer, y/n y/l/n, have been close friends for years. but when a photo posted to y/n’s instagram leads his fans to suspect the man in the picture is harry, and that the two are perhaps more than friends.

with her debut novel coming out, and the release of his second solo album, what will be revealed?”

latina!reader x harry universe - @avatar-anna

“a compiled list of all of harry and latina!reader’s adventures together”

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enchantedsoulofmine · 2 years ago

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Chris’ Instagram but he’s married to you.

chrisevans

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chrisevans Disney and chill

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chrisxedits their room looks so comfy lol🥹

chrisupdates chris and y/n love pepperoni pizza as well

chrisevans

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chrisevans yourinstagram❤️

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chrisxevans omg them>>>>😭❤️❤️❤️

ynupdates this is so wholesome damn🥹

chrisevans

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chrisevans with this person, everything is beautiful❤️

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yourinstagram I love u to the moon and back chrisevans🤍

zendaya awwieeee 🥹❤️

chrisevans

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chrisevans together, forever

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chrisfanpage omgggg🤍✨

elsapataky you guys🥹

yourinstagram elsapataky❤️

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if you want any celebrity as y/n then pls tell me,I’ll do it.

Should I do a pregnancy one too?

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elvensorceress · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday 💕

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In light of the most recent episode, have this scene that I wrote months ago 🤣 It follows this scene I shared one lovely Friday in March from my post lightning strike fic where Eddie is trying to date, he and Buck are a whole ass mess, and no one is having a good time. Except us? lol

Eddie shows up at a coffee shop for his next date and Buck is in the booth directly behind him. As if they are now special operative spies who can’t be seen together but can pass secret information back and forth in the middle of a busy restaurant if they whisper to each other and meet like this and don’t look like they actually know each other.

Number seven seems okay. A little conceited maybe and way too into Instagram followers and being an influencer and whatever other social media bullshit. But when they get up to use the restroom, Buck reaches for him so he can solidly whack Eddie in the arm. “You’re so tense. Lighten up.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and hates everything. “This is how you’re being helpful? How exactly am I supposed to lighten up and not be tense?”

“Well, the fake laugh isn’t working. I can tell you that much.” Buck leans out of his booth — which defeats the whole purpose of them not acknowledging that they know each other but whatever this wasn’t Eddie’s idea — and makes weird gestures at him. “Just relax. Take a few deep breaths. Be yourself instead of— whatever it is you’re doing now.”

“What is wrong with what I’m doing now?”

“Uh. You mean, everything?”

Why is it there is no lightning that can strike Eddie down right now? That seems so unfair and unreasonable. “Everything.” It’s a cold dead word in his mouth, but it’s better than cold dead partner, matching cold dead hearts, nothing beating, nothing living.

Buck takes it as question rather than statement. “Yeah. You’re not really talking or even asking questions. It makes you seem uninterested and bored. Or like you’re inattentive. I mean, some people go for the aloof thing, they take it as a challenge, but I doubt you want to play those games so never mind. You could maybe,” he hums like he’s thinking. “Oh! Talk about Chris’ science fair or the play they’re putting together for English with all the book reports.”

“That’s stuff you’ve worked on with him.” Also, Eddie is pretty sure that listening to him talk about his son’s homework and school activities is not what anyone but Buck would want to do.

“You know about it though.”

“Not like you do.”

“Well, your date doesn’t know that. But fine. How about. Play the desert island game — what things would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

“That’s your advice? What in the hell is that supposed to tell me about this person?”

“It can tell you lots of things! It’s a measure of what someone values, how smart or creative someone might be, and how much, you know, c-compatibility you—you might have. That’s the point.”

There’s a set of utensils near Eddie’s hand. It’s one of those rolled-and-banded-in-a-napkin things that likely has a knife in it. At the very least, it should have a fork, and he should be able to un-band, unroll the napkin and pick out said fork so that he can repeatedly stab himself in the arm until something registers as worse than this whole situation he’s stuck in right now.

But that would probably be too on the nose?

“A-also? You don’t have to laugh at everything or talk like you’re being interviewed. It’s not a test. You can reveal some things. No one is hunting for enemy intel. They’re not asking for social security numbers and home address. Plus, the weird chuckle thing you’re doing is fake and kind of creepy. First dates are for talking about fun interests and hobbies and things you enjoy so you can see if they might enjoy them, too. Nothing controversial, nothing super personal. Ask about movies. Or books. Or favorite foods.”

Eddie presses his fingers against his forehead and then rubs his temple and the ridge of his eyebrow where there’s an invisible mining colony shoving stakes into his skull.

“Hey,” Buck turns soft and honey sweet this time and touches Eddie’s arm gently.

It’s brief. The touch. Barely more than a graze of fingertips and lasts only for a second. But it makes Eddie’s skin burn like it’s been seared. Eddie sort of turns to look back at him. But immediately regrets it.

Buck gives him a look of pure warmth and affection. “You’re charming and funny and hot and one of the nicest people in the entire world. Okay? There’s no reason someone wouldn’t like you or wouldn’t want to date you. Or keep dating you. You’re, you know, a catch. You’re pretty much everyone’s type.”

Yeah. Sure. He feels so much like “everyone’s type.” Eddie turns back to the table in front of him and can’t think about those words or Buck’s voice or his eyes or his anything. They’re all lightning daggers shoved into Eddie’s chest and stomach, and he aches. Aches and aches and needs something he can’t have. If he’s everyone’s type, if there’s no reason someone wouldn’t want to date him, then. Why.

Why does Buck never look at him that way?

#wip wednesday #buddie wip #buddie #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #911 #he and his husband keep competing for biggest disaster fail loser #AND THEY ARE BOTH WINNING #🙄

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Here's the reason why Cevans and "girlfriend" went to Finland.

This lady gave them the idea and the resort.

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But like I’m failing to wrap my head around how she could be the victim in this? Like she was the one who decided to alter her life, ways and hobbies to match another man lol.

By no means am I saying it’s alright what they’re doing but I don’t think she’s oblivious to what’s going on. As I said before, she was the one who changed for him, I doubt she was forced too.

Okay so this all very much depends on the way you look at it

Since none of know the actual truth, in this case it also depends on the stance you take

As a Chris stan, it's so easy to argue that she created this "ruse" of who she was and "fooled him" into thinking they were so alike and so he fell in love with that fake version of herself that she altered to fit him

As an Alba stan, it's so easy to argue that he is taking advantage of her and doesn't truly love her and that he is an old man and is using her for sex and doesn't treat her right etc

And then there are the more objective standpoints.

Because this also all depends on whether you believe they're real or not.

If you believe real, then looking at the situation you could argue either of the above, or you could argue that perhaps she didn't realize what was happening. Perhaps Chris Evans messaged her on instagram and like any young girl looking to rise up in the world, she responded. One thing led to another, they meet. And then she fell head over heels for him. So now she's this 25 year old going after the big kahuna of Hollywood, and how tf do you keep a man like that?! You can't keep him unless he wants to be kept! So what do you do? You do your research. You learn what he's like. You lean what he likes. And then you mold yourself into that person in a desperate attempt not to lose him.

Now, if you believe it's PR, there are also several ways to spin it:

One being that they're both in agreement it is strictly PR, the other being that one person is more invested in this situation than the other one is.

Strictly PR makes sense from a lot of logistical standpoints, and hey, maybe they sprinkled some spice in there, who wouldn't? That doesn't really matter bc if it is solely for PR, then there are no true feelings involved and they might both still be dating other people on the side. They tolerate each other for the sake of the arrangement.

Or two, one person is using the other for PR. Now, that would mean one person actually believes they have a deep connection while the other knows its just for now/for attention right now. I think we can all imagine what this would look like, and unfortunately, this too could also fit into this situation thats been happening ever since November.

Had they kept it quiet like the past year (where all they did was "breadcrumbing") I would have been inclined to believe the possibility that it could be real love between them.

But the fact that the PR has now been introduced in the suffocating way it has, proves that at least SOME part of this arrangement is transactional. And even if they did truly like each other, even if they are truly in love, at the end of the day, they're using each other. And for the most gross thing in the world. FAME. And maybe even some other stuff, too.

Maybe topher is using her to feel young and she is using him to raise her stature.

Who fucking knows.

I'm not inclined to say which one I believe, you guys can make your own judgements, but my point is; there is a plethora of possible situations and outcomes in this, it isn't black and white and it isn't just pr/real.

It goes a lot deeper than this.

Wait until you guys find out people in HW get married and have kids for PR purposes. Then all hell breaks loose, lol

#mandy answers #chris evans #alba baptista #pr #real #relationship #debate #toxic #unhealthy #power dynamic

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the pr narrative started wayyyy before justino twitter guy. thoses in pr use what he said as a fact and declaration chris situation was all pr. captregina was all too happy to jump on it and as we can all see captregina is not well mentally.

CapRegina blocked me a long time ago. So I don't really care about her alleged mental illness you talk about.

Yes, people said that since the relationship debuted in November 2022, that it is PR because on the same day or week, his PR gf's show premiered.

So amateurish. It's as if they wanted us to know it's bull...

Not even the dailymail UK readers in the comment section believed it and many of them said that they are now sure that he plays for the other team. Comments like these were upvoted a lot, so I'm not the only one with that assumption. I think he's bi though. Anyway, the buzzfeed twitter journalist Edwin seems credible to me because he is not in the Chris Evans fandom, so he isn't biased and he predicted the valentine's instagram 24 hour story. That also reminds me of the fact that his Portugal-gal has so far never appeared on his instagram grid. Even before it went business-only after his return in November 2023. It aligns with a claim from a blind item that one of his actor friends warned him to adjust the PR contract in a way so that Chris' PR bride doesn't appear permanently on the instagram grid. I bet it was Sebastian because he has his PR woman on it and seems to regret it. Like honestly, imagine having some brat that wants to use you to become famous on your public photo album. Anooooying.

In general, Chris is a two-edged sword. On one side he knows that he prefers to be a single bachelor. Just sleeping around and instead of a partner, having a dog. But he also knows that the general public expects of him to appear married. How do you say in English? He has no backbone and as a result he drowns himself in weed rather than being out and proud of being a male-sl*t. As I always mention on my blog: If we wouldn't have all these gender expectations for men, they wouldn't feel the need to make this silly stuff like being monogamous. (Despite being monogamous myself, I just don't want to deny realty and deny the true nature of the average man). I also knew men in real life who said that they only have a gf or wife for intercourse and status and can't actually stand their personalities. Not saying that this is moral but it is a truth we all need to face when we want true gender equality because not just women but also men need to be freed of society's norms. If you disagree with me, have fun watching future fake PR relationships. Your choice.

#Hollywood #pr #lavender marriage #chris evans #sebastian stan #gender roles #feminism

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