#backwards caps on chris do something to me

[fratbrochrisgf]

can i just say how crazy fine each of them look in tdys car vid like matts button up, nicks hair and CHRIS IN THE BACKWARDS CAP I WAS JUST TELLING MY FRIEND THIS MORNING HOW MUCH I LOVE GUYS IN BACKWARDS CAPS I NEED HIM IN AN ASTRONOMICAL AMOUNT I NEED ALL OF THEM

[chrisbesitos]

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꩜ warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cursing, sickness, fluff.

꩜ synopsis: after three weeks, ballerina!reader and dealer!chris finally sees each other again, but now chris needs to do everything right, or else he'll lose you forever.

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It's been three weeks since Chris tells you that you were ashamed of him, since you screamed with him and threw the bouquet on his face. It's been three weeks you're crying in your room, because you miss him, even though in front of everyone you pretend you're okay, when you're not. It's hard to not cry when your favorite plushie was gifted by him, or how his scent totally missed from your bathroom. Your clothes don't smell like Chris anymore, only an old hoodie you kept and not washed since you break your nonexistent relationship. Even though you blame him for not asking you to be his girlfriend, you feel guilty for being ashamed of him.

You know you should've confronted your mother and said that you and Chris were together. You ruined everything, you should be brave, not a coward.

After three weeks without going out, only for classes, your friends finally convinced you to hang out with them. Lena said that you have to keep going, even though that means being without Chris. She helped you to choose a cute dress, do a nice makeup and forced you to wear high heels, even though you hated it, always makes your feet hurt. The party was filled with unknown faces, the music was kinda annoying your ears and when your friend handed you a red cup with a red drink, you remembered you just drink when Chris' around. He's not with you now, but you still feel the ghost of him.

Sitting on the couch, your fingers tugging the dress hem down, feeling uncomfortable by the size, it was Lena's dress. You mumble something to your friend, he's your dance partner and was talking about the next performance you'll have, but you weren't paying attention. He lazily embraces your shoulders, trying to catch your attention, you give him a small smile and then your eyes catch his figure.

He wasn't wearing his black clothes, like he usually does. He was wearing a blue polo shirt, his cap backwards, the lazy smile on his lips as he walked inside the house. His arm around a girl's waist, your stomach churn in discomfort, you bite your lower lip feeling a wave of jealousy fill your chest.

Who's this bitch? Why he's holding her waist?

You couldn't help it, your eyebrows frowned showing your visible anger, you stared at the cup in your hand and in a second turned the drink down your throat. Chris' eyes meet yours, he watches you clean a droplet dripping down in the corner of your mouth. His jaw clenched when he saw your dance partner arm around your shoulders, he leans his head to the left as he gave you an angry smile, he holds the girl's waist harder. You take a sharp breath and smash the red cup around your hands.

"Jeez, Y/N." Lena says, chuckling as your evident anger. She turns her head to the right and sees Chris, now knowing why you're irritated. She leans her body and touches you tight, catching your attention. "Forget about him, we're not here for this, remember?"

"Yeah, whatever. I don't care about him anymore." You lie. You clearly care about him and see him with another girl breaks your heart, you feel your eyes getting glassy and your nose burns. "I'm going to get another drink." You lift from the couch, walking towards the kitchen.

You throw the smashed cup in the trash, take another one and fill it with the red drink. You swallow at once, putting your hand behind your chin to clean the droplets, you were about to fill the red cup again when a hand grabbed your wrist. The silver bracelet on the wrist and the familiar scent.

"Get your hands off me." You mumble, showing your anger and jealousy. Chris laughs sarcastically, he leans his head and puts his mouth close to your ear, close enough to you hear his breath.

"Drop that fuckin' attitude." He whispers. Chris turns your body by your wrist, your eyes burning in fire staring at his. His other hand is grabbing your waist, pressing his fingertips on your skin covered by the black dress. You would've resisted his touch if you weren't mad at him, but you are and you're not together anymore.

"Go fuck the girl you were holding and forget me." You say, pushing his chest and walking away from him. Chris punches the table, the noise making some people look at him, he sighs with his nose scrunched and walks back to his group of friends.

He wasn't with the girl he was holding the waist, actually she's just a childhood friend of him and his brothers and she's hundred percent not into guys, since she's a lesbian. But you didn't know, you feel the jealousy burn in your chest, wanting to punch the girl's face. You walk back to the couch, sitting in the middle of Lena and Adrien, your dance partner, they didn't ask what's the problem, not even when you grabbed Adrien's cup from his hand. They just let you forget all your problems for a night.

You can feel your head dizzy, your eyes look foggy, but you don't care. You giggling like crazy over something a random guy said, but you didn't even know what he was saying, because you're too drunk to pay attention. Unlike you, Chris didn't put even a drop of alcohol in his mouth, he watched you the whole night like a hunter watches his prey. Paying attention to every move you did, like when you almost fell and your new boyfriend — he thought — held you by the waist, you hugged him. This makes Chris' blood boil, but he didn't do anything, because he was waiting for the moment you'll need him, because he knew you would need.

Chris didn't want to go to this party, not because he doesn't like the host, but because he wasn't in the mood. But when Matt told him you would be there, he changed his mind. A couple of days ago, he had a conversation with Matt, he helped Chris to realize his feelings for you.

[ flashback ]

"What's wrong with ya'?" Matt asks, grabbing a drink from the fridge. Chris shakes his shoulders, busy watching a movie on the TV. He's been watching movies and locked in his room for weeks, Matt was tired of watching his brother suffering because of a relationship.

Even though Chris didn't say anything about breaking up with you, Matt knew something was off, because it's been three weeks since the last time he saw you in their house. The last time, you and Chris were making out in the kitchen. Even if he hates it when you do that, he still doesn't want to see Chris like this.

"Where's Y/N? It's been years since the last time I saw her." Matt says again, walking towards the couch. Chris glances at him, huffing and rolling his eyes.

"I don't fuckin' know, leave me alone." He snaps, looking at Matt with his eyebrows frowned in anger. Matt throws his hand, taking a deep breath next.

"Did you break up?" He asks, sipping his soda and staring at Chris. He looks at Matt, thinking about leaving the living room, but he just sighs and slowly nods with his head. "I saw the bouquet in the trash."

"She threw on me." Chris says, crossing his arms on his chest as Matt nods with his head, leaning his body to rest the soda can on the coffee table and grabbing the wallet above them. "I went to see her dance, ya' know? But when we were leaving her mother appeared and she saw I was a friend of her, do ya' believe it? I defended her from her stupid mother and all I received was being called a friend." He takes a sharp breath, his eyes burning wanting to cry. Actually, he didn't even know why he wanted to cry. "In the car she got mad at me, said that I never asked her, so she wasn't wrong, damn."

"Wait, you're telling me that you got mad at her because she called you a friend, but you didn't even ask her out?" Matt asks, trying to understand the whole story, but Chris catches his sarcastic tone. He shakes his head in disbelief as he lights the joint on his lips, he takes a hit and a cloud of smoke goes out of his mouth as he says. "She wasn't wrong as much as you think she wasn't, you clearly were just friends with benefits."

"I can't believe that shit, Matt." Chris says, throwing his hands on his lap. Matt giggles letting out a bit of smoke, Chris grabs the joint from his lips and takes a hint.

"Yeah, actually friends with benefits don't have feelings for each other. You're just an idiot."

Feelings. Feelings? Chris never thought of this possibility, because he never thought he would be in love with someone, even though this someone was you. A strange feeling fills his chest, thinking about the moments he spent together with you, all of the deals you went with him, the night you spent together, everything. Since Chris met you, all he wanted was you, he literally blocked all the girls he usually had sex, because you were special. You deserve more than sex, you deserve everything and he ruined everything.

"So you're gonna stay here acting like a stupid or you gonna do anything to fix the things with her?"

"I don't know what to do, actually." Chris assumes. Matt shakes his head.

"Well, she'll be at a party tomorrow night, at Henry's house. I know you hate him, but is your chance to do something." Chris rolls his eyes, he hates Henry, but he can hold it for you, but just for a night. If he sees him again, he'll punch his face for the day he tries to flirt with you. Chris nods, accepting going to the party with his friends, just for you.

"How do you know all that shit? You must've a secret girlfriend." Chris teases, grabbing the joint from his hand again.

"I'm just smarter than you, Chris." Matt says, Chris smacked his shoulder. "And I don't have a secret girlfriend, because I know how friends with benefits work."

[ end of the flashback ]

So, Chris now knows his feelings for you and wants desperately to fix the things with you, but you apparently already find it a new one. He's jealous, of course he's, because his look speaks more than words. Matt offers him a joint, he's doing the deals tonight, since Chris is busy watching you, but he denies. He wants to stay sober, like this he could keep taking care of you, because he didn't trust anyone in this party. He knows he'll not fix anything with you in that drunk state, but at least he wants to know everything is okay, because he cares about you too much to leave you alone somewhere, even though you were with your friends, he's the only one who can keep you safe.

"Shit, doll." Chris mumbles when he sees you lift from the couch and stumble until the bathroom hallway, your friends run to you, but Chris stops them. "I'll take care of her, you did enough for tonight." He says, stepping up his walk to the bathroom.

The door was unlocked, he quickly stepped in and closed the door again. He lowered behind your back, caressing your back and tugging your hair from your face as you put your guts out. Chris sighs, he knows this would happen, you can't drink that much and your stupid friends didn't stop you.

"Get out." You mumble, breathing hard. Chris didn't answer, he just keeps caressing your back until you feel better.

"You good?" He puts his hands on your forehead, lifting your head and pulling you next to his body.

"Mhm." You hum, cleaning your mouth with the back of your hand. You let Chris lay your body against his, you rest your head on his chest, taking deep breaths as he massages your scalp with his fingertips. "I'm gonna find my friends." You say, trying to lift from the ground, but your legs look like noodles, Chris stops you.

"You're not going anywhere in that state, you're going home with me." Chris demands, lifting from the ground and then holds you under your armpits. You're so stubborn, but he's stronger than this.

"Why are you doing this with me? Treating me like I'm a baby!" You huff, resting your hands on the sink, when you almost lose the balance. Chris sighs, he flushes the toilet and asks you to watch your mouth. You did it and he holds you by the waist, in case you lose the balance again. "I'm not going home, you're not my boyfriend."

"I might not, but I still know you, so I'm gonna take care of your drunk ass." He snaps, but regrets when your lower lip turns into a pouty. You look so cute pounding, he almost smiles. "You're going to make this easy for you or I have to carry you to the car?" He asks, you cross your arms against your chest staring at him. "Fine, you choose this."

He grabs your waist and lifts you from the ground, putting his arm under your thighs. You try to fight against him, but you're weaker than him sober, in a drunk state is even worse. Chris walks out of the bathroom, carrying you until his group of friends, looking for Matt. He smiles when he sees you together, but they disappear when he sees you look kinda angry.

"Hey, can I leave with the car?" Chris asks, ignoring you mumbling curses to him. Matt just nods and gives him the car keys, he can leave later with Nate. "Tell her friends she's fine."

"I'm not leaving." You mumble. You give up the fight against Chris, just accept the fact he'll not let you stay in the party.

"You already are, doll." Chris says, laughing.

He walks towards the car, he opens the door for you and gently puts you inside, helping with the belt. When he was walking around the car to get on the driver seat, you start to remember the night of the fight. How upset you feel — and still feeling —, the way you screamed at Chris and threw the flowers on him. The flowers were so beautiful and you just threw them on his face. Suddenly, you feel the urge to cry, the car in silence again making it worse.

"What did you. . . Oh, doll, why are you crying?" Chris asks when he hears your sobs, at first he thought you were trying to say something. He sighs, stopping at the red lights, he turns to you and cleans the tears on your cheeks. "No, no. Don't cry like this, there's no reason."

"I didn't mean to throw the flowers on you, I love that bouquet. They smelled so good and it was so beautiful." You sob, looking like someone has turned the faucet of your eyes on. The tears falling one after another, dripping from your chin. Chris coos, giving you a sad smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"It's okay, babydoll. I'll buy you a new bouquet." Chris says. You take a sharp breath, slowly nodding, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, but still hiccuping.

"Stop crying now, you're gonna gag."

Your hiccups already stopped when you got home, Chris parked the car and jumped out. He helps you to get out of the car and carry you to the door, Lena is with your purse at the party, but fortunately Chris still has his keys. Chris walks towards the kitchen, putting you on the balcony, he looks for a glass in the cabinet, putting cold water for you. You drink the whole water and give the glass to Chris, mumbling a 'thank you'. He carries you to your room, you're not complaining about anything anymore, actually you snuggle on Chris' chest, slowly falling asleep.

He changes your clothes, even though you are kinda sweaty, doesn't feel right to give you a shower in the state you are in and not resolved yet. Chris just puts on you one of your cute and fluff pajamas and cleans the makeup on your face, like he always does. You smile lazily at Chris, he kisses your forehead, climbing out of the bed to throw the dirty cotton in the trash. He walks back to cover you and say goodnight, but you stare at him with a little pouty on your lip.

"What's wrong, hm? You feeling sick again?" Chris asks as he pats your hair. You shake your head, shifting to the right. "You want me to sleep with you? No, doll, not tonight."

"Just stay with me until I sleep, please." You always convince Chris with a pouty. He nods and slowly climbs on the bed, putting himself under the blanket, he massages your scalp to help you feel drowsy, more than you always are feeling. "I want to say sorry." You whisper.

"We talk by the morning, doll. Just sleep, I'm not going anywhere." He keeps massaging your hair, you just nod and slowly close your eyes, quickly falling asleep. Chris stayed with you for only an hour, when he was sure you wouldn't wake up, he moved towards the couch to sleep there.

He keeps awake for another hour, wondering about you. He's scared, what if you don't want him again and knock you out? Or you throw something worse than flowers on his face? He just wants to fix everything with you and finally ask you out, he's not the best romantic, but he'll do the best for you. He falls asleep at some point, on the couch you used to watch movies, make out and. . . Well, whatever.

You wake up with a terrible headache, at least you're on your own bed. Your stomach groans when you smell the scent of food, you frown your eyebrows wanting to know who's cooking. When you climb out of the bed, your feet are covered with socks, you stretch your hair as you walk downstairs, the smell gets more delicious, your mouth is already watering. To your surprise, when you got in the kitchen, the table had pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, you don't like it, just Chris.

Chris was putting boiling water on two mugs, you smell your favorite tea. A smile grows on your lips, you wait for him to turn around and see you. He almost scared himself when he turns and sees you standing there with your eyes puffy and your hair messed.

"I made breakfast." He says, smiling and showing the mugs with tea. You lift your eyebrows, Chris doesn't know how to cook, you look at the balcony and see the delivery bags, you giggle. "Okay, I bought breakfast, but I made tea."

"Thank you, I appreciate it." You say, walking forward the chair, Chris puts your mug on the table near you. You frown your eyebrows in confusion when he puts his mug down and walks to the laundry, he returns with a big bouquet of roses with a little piece of paper, a letter. "Oh, Chris. Thank you, you didn't have to."

"I told you I would buy you flowers." He walks until you, giving you the bouquet. You grab it, holding it next to your nose to smell the scent, Chris kneels down, waiting for you to read his letter. You pick the paper smiling. "Doll, I'm really sorry, I never meant to say what I said. You're the one that I want. With love, Chris." You read.

"So, do you forgive me?* Chris asks, rubbing your thigh, staring at you with puppy eyes. You never saw him look at you like this before, you find it so cute.

"You don't even have to ask!" You say. Chris lifts from the ground and holds your chin, pressing your lips together. You missed his touch so much and Chris missed you too, he was about to fall sick without you. "Wait, I'm sorry for throwing the flowers on you and for not telling my mom we were together."

"You weren't wrong, I never asked you to be my girlfriend, but now I'm gonna bring you on a date and ask you out, like you deserve." He brushes his finger on your cheek, you lean your head on his hand, your heart melting for the way you feel next to Chris. "Don't worry about that anymore, babydoll."

"I adore you, Chris." You say, staring at his blue eyes, your heart beating faster on your chest, your hands sweating and your lips leaned in a big smile.

"I adore you too much, doll." He kisses your lips, his chin brushing against the flowers, he chuckles against your lips. "Damn, I missed you so much."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not easy to forget." You tease, giving a peck on Chris lips. He rolls his eyes, but you're not wrong. You're so hard to forget. "Chris." You whine. "I'm starving!"

"Fine, let's eat before you get fussy." He says and grabs the bouquet from your hand to put on a glass later.

You eat together, Chris spends the whole day taking care of your hangover. He never felt so happy, for a guy who never expected to fall in love with someone, you completely changed his mind. All he wants is you and no one more in the world, he wants you to be his girlfriend. You really adore him, actually your feelings are slowly turning in more than only adore, Chris was the only guy who ever made you feel passionate, the only one who treats you well. For a girl who never expected to fall in love with a dealer, Chris completely changed your mind.

꩜ chérie's notes: hi, my pookies! finally part 2, hope you like it! tell me if you want more <3

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[sweetshuga]

Roommates ✧ CS

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roomie!chris! Curiosity got the best of you one afternoon, and you went into his room while he was out.

You were trying to work on your laptop – the assignment you had been putting aside until the due date, which was today – all while Chris paced back and forth the dorm, getting ready to go out. "Have you seen my camo pants?" You looked up from your laptop and sighed, "kid, you ask me every day where your things are, I don’t know, I’m not your mom nor do I clean your room," you started to type in the assignment again, the sound of keyboards clicking filling the room.

"Never mind found it!" Chris called out from his bedroom, "Good for you!" You shouted back, sarcastically, "c’mon, what’s got your panties in a twist? Assignments? Typical of you." Chris chuckled to himself, haphazardly putting on his cap backwards and wore his shoes, ready to go out. You, on the other hand, wasn’t amused by his words, sighing as you slumped back against the couch, muttering a halfhearted bye to him.

The faint sound of the outside world seeping in through the open window is the only thing you could hear as you sat in silence. You absentmindedly looked around for a while before standing up on your feet, to get something to drink from the fridge. As you walked to the kitchen, you noticed something– Chris’ room door was slightly ajar. After a few minutes of fighting with yourself internally—you decided to take a little peek. His room was surprisingly tidy, and your eyes zeroed in on the camo tee crumpled on one end of the bed.

𓆩♡𓆪

You closed his bedroom door and walked towards your room, a camo t-shirt clutched in your hands. Rule number 3: Do not touch each other's belongings.

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note. English is not my first language—if you didn't catch on with my poor vocabulary and writing skills.

Isa's notes. Yeah... don't do that in real life.

© sweetshuga

[seababehh]

When did you get this? || Matthew Sturniolo x Reader.

Summary: Being best friends with Nick is great, but having his brother be your worst enemy is another story. What happens when summer is rolling around and it’s time those layers peel off and the bikini’s start rocking, and Matt so happens to see a newly healed belly ring attached to the girl he’s not allowed to touch?

MATTHEW STURNIOLO X F!READER.

Warnings : Smut (no actual P n V just a lot of kisses and touching. If you’re not into it, go look somewhere else. :)) Sexual tension (obvs), bikini weather, grumpy as shit Matt, slight flirting from Chris, belly piercing, worshiping, suggestive. Lots of touching LMAO.

Authors Note: WELCOME TO MY FIRST POST YAYYY, sorry if it’s shit. I just got my belly ring pierced and wanted to write something a little spicy with my favorite brunette. Tell me what you think!

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ

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I groan, flopping down onto Nick’s bed with my face looking at the ceiling and an eye roll received from the triplet next to me. Nick was laying on his stomach, scrolling through his phone aimlessly as we both tried to beat the hot weather. With a house this nice and their damn AC doesn’t work? I was ready to situate myself into the fridge like a damn frozen hotdog.

“Nick.” I groaned dramatically once again, rolling onto my side and placing my hand on him, trying to be more annoying than usual. “What the fuck are you on about now?” He slapped his phone down on the sheets and shuffled to smack my hand away. I smiled cheekily at him, “It’s so fucking hot man, can we not do something else instead of melt into your bed?” I pulled on a strand of hair gently, letting it fall on my face and blew it away with a huff.

“Welllll, we do have a pool. Why don’t we go and see what my brothers are doing and we can have a pool day?” He looked at me with a smile, making me frown. “I don’t have a swimsuit here you asshat.” I sat up, looking around his room. Nick got up and looked in one of his drawers, before pulling out a black bikini. I looked at him questionably, before I was interrupted. “Before you get your fucking mouth yapping, one of my girlfriends left it here. Try it on and i’ll give you a t-shirt and a towel.” He threw it at my face, causing me to laugh and take it as well as the oversized T-shirt to the bathroom. “You have other friends?” I teased as I walked out the door.

I closed the bathroom door and started to strip out of my jeans and tank top. The bikini looked a bit small, but I slipped it on anyway. I tied the bottom’s around my waist, while adjusting the top to fit correctly around my chest. I threw my hair up and out of my face as I looked in the mirror. I have to say, it’s a little small, but it did make me look good and showed my curves off in the perfect way. I looked at my belly ring in the mirror, the silver gems with a hanging star dangled from my navel. I smirked to myself, thank god it’s healed. I shuffled the t-shirt over my head and walked back out to Nick’s room.

Once Nick and I were all ready with our beach towels and fresh pairs of sunglasses on our faces, we walked through the house to the backyard. Nick was currently talking my ear off as I opened the sliding door. Chris was chilling on the side of the pool with his weight against his elbows behind him, and backwards cap covering his curls and a set of red swim trunks on. He was currently looking at his phone, which I’m assuming was connected to the speaker. Matt was sitting on the beach chair in the shade with a grumpy look on his face that matched his black swim trunks,as he watched Nick and I enter the backyard.

“Look who decided to fuckin show up.” Matt said as he crossed his tattooed arms and leaned back in the chair even more. I strutted over, placing my stuff into the chair next to him, before taking my sunglasses and placing them on my head. “Nice to see you too, Matty.” I winked, hearing him grumble at the nickname as I walked to the end of the pool by the steps. I looked at Nick, who just took his shirt off and jumped into the pool with a shriek. I laughed, placing my feet on the first step. I waved at Chris, who smirked at me. “Aren’t you gonna jump in too?” He asked.

I gave him a look, “Are you fucking joking? Do I look that dumb to you?” We shared a laugh, before I placed my sunglasses on the floor and reached for the hem of my Nick’s over sized shirt. I crossed my arms and pulled it up over my head, throwing it at Chris’s face when he decided to let out a wolf whistle. I could feel eyes on me, snapping my gaze to Matt’s whose ice blue eyes didn’t leave mine. I tried not to smile, before making it down the steps and finally pulling my head under.

I resurfaced, pushing my hair away from my face before swimming over to Nick. Chris eventually joined and we were all splashing about and having fun. Chris had made it under the water and placed my legs on his shoulders, pushing up and I was now completely out of the water. I let out a shriek and a laugh, holding onto his head as we wobbled about. I then looked at Matt, who was sitting in his chair still. “Aren’t you gonna join us Matty?” I teased, pushing his buttons. I heard a hoot and shout from Chris and Nick, but Matt just replied with a “In there with you? No fucking thank you.” And looked away.

I rolled my eyes, before letting out a shriek as Nick had pushed me off of Chris’s shoulders.

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After a while of swimming and having fun, I had now moved to the side of the pool, where I was lying on my back and soaking in some sun. I could feel the silver gem in my naval get hot, and my mouth became dry as I eventually sat up and looked at the boys. Nick was now laying on his stomach next to me, Chris was lounging around next to Matt on the beach chairs. “Okay, i’m fucking thirsty. Does anyone want anything to drink?” I asked, Nick asking for red bull, Chris shouting for a Pepsi, and I got a scoff from Matt.

I got up, sauntering in through the sliding door before making my way to the kitchen. I obviously didn’t hear who came in, because as soon as I closed the fridge door and turned around, Matt was standing right in front of me. I gasped at the sight, placing the drinks on the counter before looking at him with a glare. “What the fuck Matt?” I asked, placing a hand on my chest to calm my breathing.

I looked up at him, his chest wise rising and falling fast, and his hands were almost in fists at his side. I looked at him with a confused look on my face. “Hello? Are you deaf?” I could basically feel the anger from where I was standing. “When did you get this?” He gently placed a hand on my naval, just under my ring and gently caressed the star dangling against my skin. My breathe hitched, looking down from his hand back up to his eyes. His gaze followed mine, “W-what?” I asked dumbly, the air around us tightening as he moved closer to me.

He looked down on me, “Do I really have to repeat myself? When did you get this?” He said sternly, both his palms now pressed against my hips, his thumbs running under my naval once again. My skin felt like it was on fire, and it was now my turn to breathe heavily. “I got it in winter, so it’s completely healed by summer.” I said quietly, keeping my eyes on his. He licked his teeth under his lips. “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me? Sauntering around in this? And then I look down you to see a fucking belly ring?” He spoke in a raspy voice, pulling at the waist band of my bikini bottoms and letting it snap against my skin. I gasped, looking down at the hands on my hips, back up to his face. His brown curls fall over his forehead, as he wet his lips.

“What are you doing to me?” He whispered this time, making me shiver. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling my closer to him as his gaze went from my lips back to my eyes. I placed my hands on his chest as he slowly leaned closer. His lips barely grazed mine, and my heart felt like it was hammering against my chest. At the same time, it felt like if I let out a single breath, the moment would be over. I gently fluttered my eyes closed, leaning my head up and taking the leap. I placed my lips on his, and immediately it was like a fire had started.

He started to kiss my lips roughly, placing a hand behind my head and bringing me closer. I whimpered a little, placing my hands behind his neck and I began playing and pulling his hair. He let out a groan, before reaching down and placing his hands under my thighs, lifting me up and having me cross my legs behind his waist. His hands then moved to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. I gasped, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth as he moved with me to the downstairs bathroom. He slammed the door closed and placed me on the counter with my ass nearly spilling into the sink.

I pulled back from the kiss and hissed as the cold tile pressed against my hot skin. He grabbed my jaw and focused my view on him again, kissing down my jaw and neck. “Matt-!” I whined, arching my back and pushing my tiny bikini clad chest against his. “You had me riled up the whole day, looking at this gorgeous fucking body of yours.” He said, groaning into the crook of my neck as he left sloppy kisses behind. I moaned, and he pushed his hips further into mine.

His hands moved down to my thighs, giving them a rub and a squeeze, before moving his hands closer to where I needed him most. “Couldnt-.” His voice almost sounded strained, a little whine. “Couldn’t stand to see your pretty little thighs wrapped around Chris’s head and not mine.” He pulled away from the kisses he was leaving down my neck to look me directly in my eyes. My chest was heaving as I was panting from all the built up pleasure and tension I was experiencing. I almost broke from the fucked out expression he was giving me.

He then gave me a smirk, placing a kiss on my lips, then the centre of my neck, followed by ones on my collarbone. He then looked up at me as he kissed me in between my boobs, his hand snaking up and pulling my bikini from my chest, my tits falling out onto display for him. He sucked in a breath, pulling his bottom lip into his teeth before pulling one nipple into his mouth. I moaned, pulling his hair and leaning my head back at the feeling. His left hand played with the other one, and he swapped. After my boobs were covered in saliva, and growing purple and red marks, he made his way down my stomach. “You sound so good f’me.” He slurred against my skin.

He stopped just above my belly ring, before looking up at me one more time. “God, you just do things to me no one else does.” He mumbled, gently kissing against my belly ring. “This fucking ring will be in my head forever. I’ll think about this and how perfect you look forever.” He rambled, getting lower and lower before he reached my bottoms.

“P-please Matty, I need you!” I whimpered, arching my back as he was right there. He smirked, pulling his weight back up as he stood at full height again. I whined at the loss of his face between my legs, not that he was doing anything but he was just so fucking close. I looked at him confused, as he just continued to smirk. “Now, that’s what you get for riling me up the whole day.” He whispered into my ear, smirking as he kissed me one more time and opened the bathroom door and walking out.

What the fuck.

I blinked a couple times, before regaining my posture. This man, did not just get me the horniest i’ve ever been, and walk out on me? Two can play at that game.

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A/N 2: Agg GUYS!! this is my first ever fan fic, i’m so nervous about it. I am going to make it a 2 part series where I will eventually write proper smut, but I am just a little scared LMAO. I hope it’s good, tell me what you think!

[mattslolita]

𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 ( 𝒄. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃! )

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔

chris had drifted away from his brothers, nate, madi, and laura, as his blue eyes traveled around the scenery before him, which was the empty beach that laid out before him. beautiful palm trees swayed in the distance, and the soft calls of the seagulls made for a good lullaby as the sun was currently setting on the horizon.

figuring he could find his way back to where he came from, chris decided to walk down towards the area where rocks lay — the waves gently crashed against the rough rocks, a peaceful feeling overtaking him as he lets out a content sigh. the sunset cast warm hues of orange and a looming darker blue color as it reached the peak where the sun met water.

and as he was walking down the path, he seen her.

her beautiful brown skin glowed against the water droplets which shimmied down her body, as she ran her fingers through her braided locs carefully, so that the current pink flower which resided in her hair, didn't fall out.

he was immediately encapsulated by the girl's beauty and something inside him was pulling him towards her, his body was signaling, 'go, chris!'.

and so he does just that, careful not to scare her as he approaches — he can now see that she makes her way towards her blanket which had her belongings on it, as well as a spread of various freshly picked fruits.

out of her peripheral vision, she can see the lonesome boy approaching her, causing a warm smile to grace her lips as her eyes rove over his handsome features. his brown locs were tucked messily under a white backwards cap he wore, a chain on his wrist as his blue eyes had found her soft earthy browns, a look of curiosity behind them.

"would you like to sit here?" her voice soft as honey, and he immediately decides it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

"only if you'll have me," the boy says to her with a small grin, to which she smiles and pats the space next to her.

she scoots over, and as he's sitting down he can see the green bikini set that hugs all her curves beautifully, and he finds himself sneaking glances at her as she looks out at the sunset before them, her hands perched in her lap as she smiles softly.

"i'm here on vacation with my parents," she tells him, her eyes not leaving the scenery in front of her. "i would much rather be here than at the small club they found, enjoying this beauty God has to offer."

"i definitely agree with that," he nods, looking out into the view as well, "i think hawaii is one of my new favorite vacation spots."

"what's your story?" she asks him, her eyes looking at him curiously as she tilts her head.

"do you mean why did i come here?" he asks her slightly confused, to which she gives a soft giggle.

"it can mean whatever you decide to tell me."

he smiles at the girl beside him, as she picks up a freshly cut strawberry and lifts it to her lips, taking a bite of the fruit. "my brothers and best friend are here for our friend madi's birthday."

"that sounds lovely," she whispers, humming as she chews on the fruit. "i made a few friends here and there, but they seemed to come and go."

"how much longer are you here for?" chris asks her hopefully.

"i have another week here," she smiles at him, offering him her plate of fruit, which he gratefully accepts, "what about you guys?"

"tomorrow's our last day here," he admits disappointedly, around a mouthful of canteloupe.

"it's too bad i won't see you again then," she sighs, her eyes finding the now set sun.

a comfortable silence engulfs the two, as the sky is now tinged with the faintest traces of orange, and instead replaced mostly with warm blue and purple tones. it feels nice to soak up the comfort chris finds within this mystery girl, and he wants nothing more than to stay here in this moment with her forever. he's entranced by her enamoring, yet calm nature, and he finds himself wishing he could know every little detail about her — her favorite color, her favorite movie, what sports she's into — anything that comes to his mind.

"oh my gosh, did we lose chris?"

"where the fuck did he wonder off to?"

"uh oh, that sounds like your search party," she giggles, rubbing her shoulder against his, and it's as if he feels an electric shock from her touch. "i think you'd better get going."

his eyes downcast slightly as he lets out a sigh. "before i go, which fruit is your favorite?"

"in general, or from my plate here?" she asks him with a tilt of her head, to which he chuckles.

"it's whichever you choose," he tells her, mirroring her previous words.

"they're blackberries," she answers with a grin, throwing a stray braid behind her ear, as he begins to pull out his phone. "but what does that have to do with anything?"

"can i have your number, too?" he overlaps her question, causing her to raise an eyebrow but she gently takes his phone from his hand nevertheless and types her number in.

she hands it back to him, and he angles his screen away from her with a mischievous smile as he types something really quickly, then he turns back to her. "it was really nice meeting you."

she smiles and leans into his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to it — he almost gasps at the soft feeling of her plump, glossed lips against his skin. she pulls away with a grin. "it was nice meeting you, too."

with a goofy grin adorning his lips, he stands up and begins to walk away from her, looking back to cast her one final wave, which she returns brightly.

she looks out into the dark ocean, humming under her breath. "chris," she whispers quietly, finding a smile creeping onto her face.

[buddierecs]

mutual pining buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

good pretender (highly, highly recommend!!!!!) by: likeshipsonthesea "an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need" word count: 85k important tags: friends with benefits (buckandravi), casual sex, childhood tramua, healing, feelings realisation, jealous!eddie diaz, ptsd, love confessions, anal sex the best life is the truth (my best mask is my face) by: letmetellyouaboutmyfeels the buckleys are celebrating their 50th anniversary, and maddie and buck are both expected to come. to take the heat off maddie, buck impulsively blurts out that he's seeing someone new. obviously, there's only one solution: bring eddie as his fake boyfriend, pretend to be in love with him, and survive the weekend with minimal bloodshed. no problem, except for the, uh. "pretend" part." word count: 43k important tags: fake dating, idiots to lovers, there was only one bed, eventual smut dance with me by jayjay__884 "buck is at his sister's bachelorette party when he gets dragged to a strip club. despite not liking the place, buck meets a stripper that makes his night surprisingly enjoyable. the connection he has with eddie only intensifies after he pulls buck on stage and gives him a dance that's the start of something perfect." word count: 249k important tags: stripper/exotic dancer au, first meetings, stripper!eddie diaz, lap dance/sex, light angst, lots of smut eddie diaz vs the feelings by: elvensorcess eddie dives into the mysteries of attraction, romantic love, and asexuality because there's a good chance he's fallen in love with his best friend. aka demisexual!eddie figures out he’s demi and finds the happily ever after he’s been longing for" word count: 62k important tags: demisexual!eddie diaz, idiots in love, sexual tension, frottage, hand jobs, anal sex, soft!buddie, slow burn, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz chafe the skin (you know i like it rough) by: honestlydarkprincess "the stubble fic" word count: 5.9k important tags: beard kink, stubble burn, comeslut!evan buckely, blowjobs, deepthroating, rimming, anal sex, dom!eddie diaz, sub!evan buckley all it took was a backwards baseball cap by: honestlydarkprincess "the one in which eddie loses his shit at buck wearing a backwards baseball cap. seriously, can this man get more attractive? is he trying to kill eddie?" word count: 4.9k important tags: boys in love, workplace sex, sexual tension, getting together, semi-public sex, blow jobs, come play, hand jobs drink the river dry by: rianne "eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow." word count: 32k important tags: injury recovery, unresolved sexual tension, friends to lovers, getting together, anal sex, evan buckley has a praise kink, demisexual!eddie diaz, bottom!evan buckley, top!eddie diaz if i lay here, would you life with me (forget the word) by: browney3dgirl6 "the one where eddie’s in the army, shannon gives up her rights to chris, and eddie needs a babysitter. good thing lena knows buck, the guy having nothing better to do than help babysit until eddie gets back. eddie would come home, and he would leave; it wasn’t like they were going to build some lifetime friendship or anything." word count: 90k important tags: different first meeting au, army!eddie diaz, slow burn, idiots in love, literal sleeping together, long distance relationship, soft!buddie, eventual smut

- pt 2 explicit mutual pining buddie fics - mature rating mutual pining fics - general audience rating mutual pining fics

[beachbabe000]

How Did This Happen // Chris Sturniolo One Shot

Summary: It's y/n's birthday, which they never celebrate. They finally go out for their birthday one night, and things take a turn in a way that wasn't expected

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My heels clicked on the floor beneath me as I looked around the club trying to find my friend. Matt was supposed to meet me here an hour ago. This club is so busy though he probably got lost. I pull at my tight black halter dress that has been riding up since I left the house. By the time I left I didn’t want to change. I don’t usually wear things like this, but tonight was a special occasion, my birthday. Yeah, yeah, the cliché go out on your birthday. I know. But I also never go out either. This is the first birthday I’ve ever really done anything for myself or celebrated. Matt insisted we do something fun this year after he heard that I never do.

I met Matt a year ago now. We’ve been good friends since, the friendship just kind of happened and flowed into what it is now. His brother Nick is cool, though we never really had a close relationship blossom. His other brother Chris on the other hand, we never really got along. We both just annoy the hell out of each other. It is what it is.

I finally see Matt sitting at the bar, looking around constantly, no doubt trying to find me. As I walk up to him waving, he breaks a smile and walks towards me. He embraces me in a hug, “Hey, Happy Birthday. How does it feel going out for once?” I smiled sheepishly. “Weird. Not sure how I feel about it yet.” I look behind him spotting Chris at the bar. His arms are spread behind him leaning on the bar as he sits on the stool. “What the hell is he doing here?” Matt looks back, “Oh. I’m not sure, he just wanted to come. No doubt he was bored and wanted to talk his head off to people.” He looks back towards me, “Want a drink? I’m buying.” His wallet was waving in front of my face. I smirked at him “Let’s do it boo.”

We get to the bar and I order a margarita. My smile huge as the bartender hands it to me. Someone leans up next to me, “You look good.” I could tell by the voice it was Chris. I look over with an annoyed look on my face. “Thanks. So do you I guess?” He’s wearing a red backwards cap, black jeans and his grey hoodie with a white t-shirt peeking out. Not much to it but I’d feel bad if I didn’t return the compliment. He smirks at me. “Happy birthday. Next ones on me.” He told the bartender looking from me to him. “Why? Don’t you hate me?” sipping on my straw. He looked me up and down. “Kind of hard to hate you when you look like that.” Smirking again. “Nauseating” I rolled my eyes. “You love it.” His tone cocky.

I start to get a little tipsy and head out onto the dance floor. Matt is with me and we’re dancing around to Cyclone by Baby Bash. My arms are above my head as my hips sway back and forth, my hair sweeping my shoulders as my head moves with my hips. All of a suddenl I feel two hands on my hips guiding me to the music with them. I naturally lean my head back on their shoulder as I grind with them. Just tipsy enough to not think about who it was and more so lost in the music and my buzz. “You’re a good little dancer.” I could feel the warmth of the mystery persons breath tickle my ear. My eyes instantly shot open, I pull away and turn around coming face to face with Chris. “What are you doing? Can’t you find someone else to pester?” He smiled at me, “I’m not pestering you. I’m dancing with you. Let loose for once y/n.” He raised his hands halfway from his sides and dropped them back down. Looking me up and down again a smirk still plastered to his face, he walks to me slowly and places his hands on my waist. “Come on, sway those hips again.” He pulls me closer into him as we dance front to front. I can feel his breath on my face as he’s looking down at me, eyes hooded. I start to go with the music again letting my front glide with his.

His hands begin to move down to my hips, pulling me closer to him. One of my legs are between his as I grind into him. My head leans back slightly and I feel his breath start to move its way down to my neck and a small kiss placed. “Chris” My hands find his shoulders to grip on as he dips me down a little for better access to my neck. He places a rougher kiss there before pulling me back up to face me again. “Yes?” He asks looking intensely into my eyes. “What are you doing?” He chuckles “Dancing.” I shake my head. “You’re not just dancing yapper.” The nickname I gave him out of annoyance a long time ago. “heh, I’m not yapping much right now am I?” His tone is becoming more husky. His leg between my thighs moves up more to grind into me. I groan and my breath hitches. I look around trying to find Matt. He’s sitting back at the bar talking to some girl, looks like he’s been there a while. Not paying any attention to what’s happening. He must have left once he saw Chris move in to dance, letting him off the hook. Surprisingly not weirded out that he would want to dance with me in the first place.

“He’s busy.” Chris nips at my neck pulling a small moan from me. The song switches to Peaches and Cream by 112. One of my arms is now around his neck as my other hand is on his arm that’s wrapped around me. We’re fully grinding into each other now. Another moan escapes my mouth as I feel a wetness form above his leg. “hmm am I turning you on?” He chuckles into my ear. I struggle to get out the words, “Shut up.” Before he pulls my hips closer, if even possible. This movement brings my warmth completely against the top of his leg and he moves my hips down to grind more into it. “Fuck, Chris, stop.” My hand squeezes his arm as he continues this motion. “Do you really want me to though?” To the outsiders eye it just looks like we’re dancing normally. To my eyes, I can’t even see right now. He then pulls away from me completely causing me to lose my footing from the sudden loss of contact. He catches me with his arms before I fall. “What the fuck Chris!” He stands me up as he chuckles to himself. “Come with me” He tilts his head towards a direction and grabs my hand.

I have no idea where we’re going as he pulls me in a random direction, but at this point I don’t care. I just want to feel him against me again. We come in front of a random door and Chris pushes it open. He locks the door behind him. It looks like we’re in some kind of supply closet. There’s no light and I have idea where a light switch is. Luckily a light randomly comes on and I see Chris moving his hand from a string hanging from the ceiling. “Hey.” He says as he moves towards me again. Before I know it his hands were under my thighs and I was straddling him against the wall behind me. “You never answered me, do you want me to stop?” His face was centimeters away from mine. I can feel the warmth coming from his mouth blowing against mine as he breathes his words. He looks from my lips to my eyes. “Ma?” He whispers against my lips, our eyes not moving from each other’s. After a few seconds of contemplation, which at this point, what am I even contemplating? “No” and with that one whimper from my mouth he dived in.

His lips were against mine in a heated hard kiss and his groin pushed into mine roughly. I moan loudly while sinking my fingers into his shoulders. He’s grinding into me over and over the stimulation enough to make me moan out “Chris if you keep going I’m gunna lose it” He bites my neck before letting me go and yanking up my dress. “Not yet ma.” He pulls down my red thong slipping my feet through the holes. Grabbing my thighs again he set my legs over his shoulders and held my hips keeping me against the wall. I can feel his breath on my pussy as he looks up to catch my eyes with his. Keeping eye contact he licks a trail up my lips bringing a long moan out of me. I close my eyes and lay my head against the wall. He brings his hand up to my folds and presses his thumb to my clit to rub circles. “Fuuuck Chris” He then sticks his tongue in my hole and tongue fucks me while keeping his thumb going on my clit. I moan nonstop at this point as he abuses my pussy. “I’m cumming I’m cumming!” I lock my hand on his curls and push him closer to my warmth. Finally, I feel my walls clench and my juices flow out into Chris’s mouth.

He stands me back on the floor, coming back up and wiping his mouth. “You good ma? Ready to go again?” I looked at him in disbelief. “Again?” He smirked at me. “Yeah again.” He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down to his knees. I have no time to speak before he lifts me up around his waist again. “I’m not done with you yet.” His tip grazed my entrance. The feeling causing me to go lightheaded. “Well what are you waiting for then.” As soon as the sentence left my mouth, he slammed into me. “Oh fuck” I let out in a long moan. We sat there like that for a second, both getting used to each other. We looked at each other, finally realizing what was happening. Giving in he started moving. His thrusts were slow at first. “Chris, come on. Fuck me.” That seemed to send him over. His thrusts became faster. “You’re driving me crazy y/n” He whimpered out. “How has this not happened sooner.” He was struggling to speak now. “Just shut up and keep going.. Oh shit!” He hit a spot that really got me. With that response he knew where to go and kept hitting it. My moans were so loud, but no one could hear with the music and commotion happening outside the closet, so I wasn’t worried. My hand found the wall behind me as I grasped his shoulder for support. “Chris, I’m so close. Don’t stop oh god right there.” The thrusts he was giving me was pushing me so hard against the wall I was sure I’d have marks on my back after this. I felt my release come upon me, “I’m cumming, oh fuck Chris!” With that sentence my walls clenched around his dick. The feeling of my walls clenching sent him over the edge as well. We came together not parting. After a minute of sitting there and basking in each other’s juices he sat me back down and pulled out of me. His hand next to my head and the other on my hip, we caught our breaths. He looked up at me, my eyes soon meeting his. “We’re doing that again in the future right?”

I chuckled in response. “Hell yeah.” He smiled. “Don’t call me yapper anymore and I might let you cum again.” I smirked, “No promises.” His smirk met mine, “Then no promises on my end either. I’ll just edge you and not finish the job.”

[prosperdemeter2]

Teaser Tuesday - glass

Haven't teased this in awhile 👀 It's slowly coming, but it's coming. I honest to God love this fic.

“Thanks for, uhm,” Evan trailed off, squinting his eyes against the harsh glare of rain on pavement. He shuffled his feet, his hand rubbing at the skin on the back of his neck and his cheeks dusted with a light spattering of pink. “For dinner.” He finished lamely.  Eddie had lived in Boston for a season, now, and he still didn't think he'd ever get used to the noise. Evan lived near the harbor in a new, tall building that overlooked the water and sat against a backdrop of crystallized glass. It probably cost Eddie’s entire month's salary to rent there, and he was sure Evan didn't make enough at the restaurant - even as a bartender that moonlighted as a member of their kitchen staff when it was busy or he was bored - to afford it on his own. He knew he didn't. That he lived with his brother, a man Eddie had met only once and didn't have much of an opinion on. Things between Evan and Daniel were complicated. There seemed to be a lot of love there, a bucket full of respect, but something deeper that Evan clearly never wanted to talk about. “Of course.” He said and tried not to feel intimidated standing in front of all of that glass.  Eddie should have left it at that. Gone back to Shannon’s hotel. Picked up Chris to put him to bed at an… entirely unreasonable time. “Even if it was in my own kitchen.” Evan said with a cheeky little smile, looking sideways at Eddie through his eyelashes.  God, he was beautiful. With the dying summer heat and humidity clinging to his skin, the light tan to his arms, the way his hair was brighter in the sun, like it contained sushine itself, curls fighting to break free of where he had tamed them under a backwards base all cap with the Red Sox logo on the front. “It's not like I made you do any work.” Eddie accepted the tease for what it was, a stalling tactic. He leaned back against the cooling metal of his truck, thumbing his keys in his pocket.  Evan looked at him, all of two steps away, on the sidewalk where Eddie was on the curb and dipped his teeth ever so lightly into his lower lip. “Would…” he swallowed, his adams apple bobbing in his throat, his eyes glancing down Eddie’s entire body in a way that made him feel like he had caught on fire and quickly been put out. “Would you like to come up? Daniel's working the late shift tonight.”  Meaning… they would have the apartment to themselves. Evan's whole fancy apartment that probably had big windows and expensive furniture. He had been to Eddie’s, been pressed down into Eddie’s secondhand mattress, and slept on the pillows that had been empty for so long. Eddie could see how it would happen. They'd keep their hands off of each other until they were inside. Evan would push him against the door the moment he locked it. He'd ask for permission like he always did. And when Eddie gave it, he'd claim him as his own again. It would be slow, or maybe even a bit fast, depending, and it would be… he'd taste like Eddie’s horrible drinks, like the quesadillas he had made on the stove. He'd whimper and whine, and with no one else house they'd be loud for once. No bitten off noises or muffled sounds. His mattress was probably a lot more comfortable than Eddie’s could ever have a dream of being. “Yes.” He breathed out and then blinked, shaking himself. “But I can't.”  Evan’s face did something complicated. A flutter of his eyelashes to show disappointment and then a roll of his lips in acceptance. No one's ever really… wanted me to stay the night before. He had said when Eddie offered it to him. “Oh.” He scratched behind his ear and cleared his throat. “Right, uhm… well, thanks for the… you know. Dinner.” 

“I have to pick up Chris.” Eddie said in a rush. “Before, you know…” He joked awkwardly. Lamely. “Before Shannon does something crazy like… take him back to Texas or something.” Not that she would but the worry was still passivly in his mind. Shannon didn't want to be a parent, at least not all of the time, and they both knew that what Eddie had carved out for them in Boston was what was best for him now. “Otherwise… I would.”  Evan tugged his lip into his mouth like he didn't believe him. Or, like he did believe him, but wasn't sure if he could. “Yeah?”  Of course, he would. Eddie would have been dumb not to. But Chris came first, and Eddie’s libido (and love life) could wait. “Yeah.”  Evan smiled, slow and shy. “Okay.” He said softly. Pleasantly.  “Okay?”  He blinked up at him, “Yeah. Okay.” Evan rolled himself forward, not allowing himself a moment to pause and think about what he was doing. His lips landed lightly against Eddie’s, wet and welcoming and a taste that Eddie wanted to chase for however long he was allowed it. “Goodnight, Eddie.”  Eddie swallowed as he pulled back, settled himself inches away and tried not to lick his lips in fear that, if he did, he would lose Evan’s taste from them entirely. “Night, Ev.” 

[f10werfae]

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The Summer I Met You

pairing: Chris Evans x Shy!Reader

Summary:Chris meets Shy Reader. The reader is traveling with girlfriends and is mostly ignored and turned on. Such as eating less or talking more. Chris can't look at it more and goes there and says that the reader is beautiful (Req by Anon)

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It was the summer of 2018, a time where Y/n found herself on holiday with some of her friends from high school, granted they weren’t as close before but Y/n couldn’t find it in her heart to say no. Thing is though, a group of guys were coming with them. Stephanie's older brother and his friends, which only made Y/n's social battery already start to sputter.

Arriving at their beach resort on Hawaii, the group of girls and guys got all their luggage, hotel room keys and headed to get settled in. Y/n carried in her small suitcase for the 7 day vacation, the smell of the salt water nearby already heightening her sense in a good way, she always loved being close to nature.

“Ya need any help?” She heard a deep Bostonian accent ask, looking up to see one of the guys on the trip with them, Chris Evans.

Before Y/n could even reply Grace had already spoken for her, “Nah don’t bother with her Chris, she won’t speak to you, that girl’s basically mute”

‘Here it all starts’ Y/n thought to herself, deciding to ignore them all and head on up to her room, if we was going to be on holiday then she was going to enjoy herself.

Her room was beautifully decorated, flower petals all over the place, courtesy of the hotel staff. Y/n has begun unpacking her phone buzzed,

Vacray GC 2022!!

Stephanie: Ok yall meet at 7pm for the dinner downstairs? Until then do what your heart desires :)

Everyone had replied with ‘okays’ so throwing her phone, Y/n got out the tiny notebook she brought with her, there she had written down all the things she wanted to do in Hawaii. Things the others didn’t want to do.

1. Snorkelling

With her bathing suit already on under her tshirt and shorts, all she had to do was gather her valuables and off Y/n went.

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

Closing my hotel room behind me, I bumped into one solid mass, only to hear it grunt right back at me.

“Y/n right?” Rubbing my forehead I looked up to see Chris from earlier, a charming smile on his face, a backwards cap pulling his hair back.

“U-uh yeah, you’re Chris?” I said avoiding eye contact, seemingly finding the floor more interesting than his intimidating dark blue eyes.

“Are you joinin us with the spa massages Stephanie booked?” He asked crossing his arms over his chest, see somehow only us two were put onto this floor, making it that more awkward knowing no one could interrupt this.

“Spa massages?”

“Yeah the one she sent us? She sent the invites separately”

I knew this was going to happen. I was only brought along to be the butt of their jokes, something I expected but was used to. I was not going to waste this vacation

“Uh no. No i’m not. I have my own list” I smiled holding up the tiny blue notepad in my hand, letting him read it when he reached up for it, his eyes concentrating on every single word.

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1,804 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

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Mischievous Monkey

pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader

summary: After a routine family nap, a certain little Evans gets up to harmless no good deeds

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The mid winter afternoon sun spilled into warm living room, casting a soft orange glow over the snoring family. Chris Evans and his family were definitely one to take family naps on the daily, consisting of both his toddler Ellie and wife Y/n.

With an air mattress on the living room floor packed with blankets and pillows, and of course stuffies Ellie refused to sleep without, Elmer the giraffe. Chris lay on his back with one arm folded behind his head, another arm tucking his dear wife into his side and baby Ellie had taken it upon herself to sleep on top of her daddy’s chest.

“mmm” Ellie whimpered nuzzling her head further into her dad’s bare chest, her tiny hands clutching onto one of her mother’s fingers while the other had stuck a thumb into her own mouth for comfort. Dressed in her favourite bambi t-shirt dress, the three year old began to stir from her nap. Letting go of her momma’s finger and thumb, she lifted her head up cutely looking lost, almost forgetting where she was.

Using her diapered bottom as a cushion, the three year old slid off her daddy’s chest, landing with a bounce onto the air mattress. Ellie's specks of brown hair stood up in all directions, her face still puffy from her sweet nap.

“hmph” Looking around she felt bored but didn’t want to venture too far from her parents' side, not when there were boogie monsters hiding somewhere in the house. Her wide eyes looked around the room hopelessly, until a shiny thing by her daddy’s head caught her eye, his phone.

Stumbling to her feet, she tottered over and grabbed the phone with her hands, quiet squeals leaving her when the screen lit up. The three year old checked up on her parents, to see them now snuggling further into each other, oblivious to the antics their baby was getting up to while they snoozed. In fact Y/n now had one leg wrapped around Chris' waist with one arm around his torso, with both Chris' arms wrapping around his wife.

Little Ellie now felt left out and decided to do what she did best, cuddle. Trying to crawl into her parent’s arms seemed impossible, huffing out of her pouty lips she just sat staring at them both. Until the shiny thing once again caught her eye, her interest went further when she recognised the numbers from 1-9 on the screen, something her mom had spent time trying to teach her before kindergarten.

Pressing a wide spread of different numbers that peaked her interest, she got into what looked like a screen with multiple icons and squares, her dad’s homescreen.

“Oo birdie” She whispered seeing a blue icon with a white bird, reminding her of the times she had seen tweetie bird while watching Baby Looney Tunes with her parents during bottle time. She furrowed her brows when a complicated looking thing came up, all types of words and symbols all over the place. ‘messy’ she thought

Seeing the only thing she recognised was a ‘+’ button she decided to press it, with the alphabet coming up underneath giving her free reign to type whatever her heart felt content with. Starting with her ABCs typed out, she smiled proudly to herself before seeing the suggested words pop up above the keyboard.

Ellie clicked rapidly watching an abundance of words pop up onto the screen instantly bringing her tons of joy.

She only felt it was right to press the tick in the corner, thinking it meant she was correct, not realising she had posted it to Chris' 16 million twitter followers. Dropping the phone when she felt her father’s arm wrap around her waist,

“What are you doin up monkey?”

(Chris' P.O.V)

My eyes flickered open, my wife’s head tucked into my neck, with both my arms around her. Placing a soft kiss onto her forehead I turned my head to see my little princess facing away from me,

“What are you doin up monkey?”

“Nofin dada” Ellie replied cutely, my arms bringing her to sit atop my chest, her cute toothy smile making my heart swell with happiness.

To my side I felt Y/n pepper soft kisses onto my neck, signalling that she too was starting to wake up slowly. Sporting that same dazed look as Ellie, my wife lifted up her head and looked around before settling her head on my chest with a soft smile on her face.

“Hey baby” Y/n croaked out, bringing up a hand to cup Ellie's face as she nuzzled into it.

“C'mere love” Y/n cooed shifting over to create a small space between us, Ellie's face lightening up as she hurried to shuffle into the crevice. Her head laying on my torso, with half her body leaning on mine, Y/n’s arms kept around her waist affectionately.

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My Wife, My Love

pairing: Construction!BF!Chris x GF!Reader

Summary: with y/n taking a new job across town, her hunk of a man pays her a steamy visit, and big decisions are made

can be read as part of build up

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 8 years younger and is in early 20s), dirty talk, spit, breast play, penetration, breeding kink, slight humiliation, squirting, oral

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Ever since I had met Chris all those months ago, we had honestly been texting non stop even though I had started a new job as a chef a whole town away. I was missing his cute handsome face, and the way he just loved on me.

After throwing out the rest of food I couldn’t bare to finish, I just sat staring at the dull ass grey walls of my apartment, the atmosphere itself just draining. Sure there were a few family pictures laying about the place and mementos, but nothing ever beats being back home where everything you know is.

With the occasional sext and visit from Chris I was able to get by, although he did say I was not to touch what was his and I was not going to go against that

Even though my pa strongly disapproved of us, mostly due to the age gap, I did not let that waver my decision of seeing Chris. I'm in love with this man.

*Knock Knock*

Letting out a massive sigh I opened the door to see a massive bouquet of flowers being pushed to my face, before I saw a head poke out from the side.

"CHRIS?!" I squealed grabbing the flowers and setting them on the table by the door, jumping straight into his arms, a deep chuckle reverberating through his chest as he brought us inside.

“Well don’t ya look all pretty? Don’t suppose you were dressin' up for someone else were ya sugar?” He teased setting me on one of my bar stools in the kitchen, his hands not letting go of my waist.

“Nuh uh, was jus' thinkin bout you” I replied bitting my lip smirking back at him, his beard had grown and so had his hair, giving him a more matured sexy look.

“Oh yeah? what was you thinkin’ about?”

He inquired leaning in closer to me, his hands situating themselves onto my thighs to rub onto them softly. “Just thinkin thoughts” I said dismissively kicking my legs back and forth.

“Alright alright I won’t push ya, but I got somethin for ya” He laughed taking off his backpack, that’s when my eyes were glued to what he was wearing. A white tight polo shirt that accentuated his body, along with a pair of black trackies, how was this my man?

“This is for you when i’m not around” He said pulling out a brown teddy bear, dressed in construction work, it even had the name tag Chris on it.

“Aw Chris” I pouted taking the furry thing into my arms and hugging it dearly, hell he even sprayed it with his citrus cologne.

“You’re so sweet” I cooed looking up at the older man who I now had wrapped around my finger. Setting the teddy onto the counter behind me, I brought my hand up to behind his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet mine.

My soft pink ones being pressed against his, it wasn’t long before I felt his tongue probing at my lips to open them, which he did. His teeth clashing against mine as his tongue ravaged my mouth, both of our lips now shiny with saliva as he pulled away smirking.

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2,331 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

#2

Flashed a Tit

pairing: Husband!Chris x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Y/n finds a way to win over an argument with Chris, with the help of her tits ‼️Spicy fluff‼️

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“Y/n didn’t I tell you not to go out to the shop on your own?! Especially now that you’re showing” Chris shouted pacing around the kitchen, his hands ruffling roughly through his hair whilst he got Y/n a glass of milk. Poor Y/n sat on one of the stools in their kitchen, clutching the packet of chocolate chips to her chest tightly; her 7 month bump proudly popped.

“But I just wanted some cookies n’ I didn’t want to wake you, you’ve just gotten home Chris” She argued setting the cookies onto the cold marble counter, watching her husband aggressively open the fridge and pull out the carton.

“Y/n you know that I would go above and beyond for you, I don’t care if i’ve just ran across the world twice, I don’t want you on your own out there” He grumbled pouring out the last of the milk before throwing the carton into the recycling trash bin, his face still slightly red from when he was really angry when Y/n first came in.

“I’m sorry Chrissy” Y/n pouted tugging on her husband’s shirt, to no avail, he instead handed her the glass of milk and opened her cookies for her.

“Nope i’m allowed to be angry for at least 20 more minutes” He groaned walking to the other side of the kitchen, putting away the stuff he had brought out. Y/n felt herself smile slightly when she got this amazing idea, that same morning she had seen tiktok trends of girlfriends flashing their boyfriends during an argument.

“Ya know I still can’t believe you did that-“

With his back turned away from her, Y/n put her hair behind her shoulders, “Chris look here” She said, immediately pulling up his shirt she was wearing, revealing both of her now swollen breasts to him.

Chris' eyes just widened and his mouth opened in shock, his sentence lost in his throat as a small smile slowly found its way onto his face.

“Ya can’t jus' do that bunny, that isn’t fair” He groaned, his teeth biting onto his bottom lip to keep his smile small. His eyes following her as she pulled down his shirt to cover herself up again, smirking to herself she turned to face her treats once again, knowing she had won.

“Hm well are you still mad at me?” She asked,

“God no, are ya kiddin? Just saw my wife’s tits” He laughed walking over, picking up one of Y/n's cookies, and dipping it in milk before feeding it to her. His heart going a thousand miles an hour when he saw her wiggle in her seat, enjoying one of her many midnight snacks which had become a daily routine now.

“Baby can you get some marshmallows?”

“I don’t know bunny, might be too-“

Before Chris could protest again, Y/n had pulled up her shirt again, Chris' eyes falling to her chest causing him to sigh.

“No honey, it’s not gonna work twice in a row in one night” He groaned closing his eyes and shaking his head,

“Not even if I let ya touch them?” She teased giving him a little shake of her chest,

“I-Uh damn okay fine, but it’s gotta be a long one ok?”

“Fine by me baby” Y/n smiled watching her husband grab the mallows, he gave her one hell of a wet kiss before passing over her newly acquired marshmallows. His eyes trained on the globes under her shirt,

“Honey-“

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That ass though

pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Short!Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Y/n is on another one of her missions of teasing Chris, everyone knows he’s an ass man, but who knew leggings had so much power?

Warnings: Smut

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“Look Noah, it’s mama” Chris said holding up Noah's hand to wave it at his momma, Noah's face widening with a smile as his arms stretched out for Y/n to hold him.

“Woah hold on, when did ya get these?” Chris asked his wife smirking slightly, his fingers looping themselves inside her waistband to tug her closer to him. Noah who was in her arms had his head tucked into the crook of her neck, his arms barely wrapping around her due to how small he still was.

“Hmm what do you mean?” Y/n asked playing coy, her hands smoothing over the top of Noah’s head, his tiny coos filling the kitchen.

“I think you know what I mean baby, lookin' good enough to eat over here” He groaned suddenly groping her ass aggressively, even slapping it just to watch it jiggle in his palm, God was he mesmerised.

“Stop it Chris, your son’s here” Y/n laughed padding about the kitchen, trying to lull the clearly restless Noah into a soft sleep. Before Chris took Noah out of her arms and said he was off to put him down in his crib for a while, although we all know he had an ulterior motive.

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“I’m a lucky man” Chris groaned sipping on a cold beer, leaning on the edge of the counter just watching his wife move about the kitchen gracefully.

“Chris I didn’t actually think you’d like them this much? I mean Nancy said it worked wonders but- OW”

Y/n squealed jumping up a little, Chris’ hands coming behind her to give her one hell of a spank, I mean she always knew he was an ass man. We all knew. Turning around to face him, Y/n felt herself swoon at his charming smile and the animalistic growls coming from his mouth as he grabbed and kneaded her ass.

“What’d ya say we get that ass outta those leggings and we can have some fun before our baby wakes up? Man I just love your fuckin’ body” He whispered, his hands grabbing onto her love handles gently, his lips pressing an affection kiss onto her forehead.

“Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun, how fast do you think you can cum?”

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(Chris' P.O.V)

“Come on Chrissy, give it back” my wife moaned as I gently slid my hardened cock out of her slippery fuck hole, the sounds of her sopping wet cunt filling the room. Her eyes half lidded with her hands intertwined with mine, her hips slowly started to roll against the air.

Slapping my cock on her swollen lips, I heard her wince and whimper, her beautiful tits sitting there perked up looking pretty.

“Come on baby, look at your pretty puffy pussy, knew I missed her” I taunted slowly pushing myself back in, her breath getting caught in her throat as her hands now held onto my forearms which were by my stomach.

“Look at me. Be a good girl, and cum on my fat cock”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Chris slammed his hips repeatedly into mine, whispering things like “my beautiful perfect wife, all pretty for me to worship”

My arms now linked around his neck, my eyes starting to close due to the immense pleasure coursing through my body.

"Your body is fucking perfect. I'm obsessed with it. I'm not cumming until you do. So, cum for me."

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6x10 won’t leave me alone, so, uh, here. Have this. (First time posting 911 fic, so... be gentle?)

The roaring in Eddie’s head only stopped once Buck disappeared behind the hospital doors. He watched them swing shut, cutting off the sounds of frantic activity, and leaving Eddie with nothing but the tremor in his knees and the bile in his throat. However bad the last few minutes had been—and he can’t say for sure that he entirely remembers them—this silence was worse.

He tore his gaze away from the wake of Buck’s exit. Behind him, the rest of the 118 stood, their own versions of Eddie’s helplessness behind their eyes. Bobby reached a hand toward Eddie’s shoulder, and without thinking, Eddie jerked backward. It was too much. Everything was too much.

“I…” He didn’t know what the rest of the sentence should be. He dropped his head. Eddie needed to be anywhere but here. Not to run from it, just… just to breathe. Just until he could get his head around it. 

Eddie strode wordlessly toward the exit, and behind him, he heard Bobby saying to the others, “It’s okay. Give him a minute.”

Outside, the rain still hammered down. Eddie felt the old familiar clutching in his chest, and pressed his forehead against a damp concrete wall, breathing slowly. Something inside him had been torn out, had gone through those doors with Buck. But it would come back out. It had to. The alternative was… incomprehensible. 

A tingling started in his fingers, but he breathed through it, riding the waves of panic until they lessened. He didn’t know what to do next. No, that was a lie… He did. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. Didn’t know how to do it. Wanted to ask Buck. 

That pulled a miserable laugh out of him, which turned into a sob, and then the tears came hot and fast.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d stood there before a hand came to rest, warm and light, on his shoulder. Eddie turned into Bobby’s crushing hug and bunched the back of his captain’s turnout in his fists. 

“I know,” said Bobby. “We’ve got you.”

Eddie pulled back and ran a hand over his face, swiping away some of the tears. “I gotta go home. I have to… I have to tell Chris.”

Bobby’s hand tightened on Eddie’s shoulder, silently agreeing. 

“He’s such an… an open-hearted kid, Cap. He loves everybody. Loves big.” Eddie cleared his throat and laughed wetly. “He sure as hell doesn’t get that from me. You know exactly how long a road it was for me to start letting people in.”

Bobby shook Eddie’s shoulder gently. “I do. But you put in the work-”

“And look what it got me.” Eddie couldn’t keep the rank bitterness out of his voice. “I have to go tell my kid that another one of the people that we- that he loves most in the world…” Fuck. Eddie wasn’t going to speak that into the universe, screaming or no.

Bobby leaned to catch his eye. “A big heart will get you hurt, sure. But it’s that kind of love that keeps us going.”

“Oh, I know it,” muttered Eddie, wiping another tear. “Chris may not get it from me, but I have a pretty good idea who he does get it from. And that guy’s one of the toughest sonsabitches I know.”

Bobby wrapped his hand around the back of Eddie’s neck. “You’re damn right he is.” Bobby raised his eyes toward the ER doors as if he could see Buck beyond them, and Eddie followed his gaze. “We’ve gotta hold on to that.”

They stood like that for a few minutes, watching the rain come down.

It wasn’t long before the silence bore in again on the edges of Eddie’s mind. It was a heavy stillness, the unshifting weight of massive grief that he’d known absolutely enough of in his life, thanks, and standing there with Bobby, he felt it stalking him again. His mind was going around in circles like a frightened animal, looking for something to grab hold of, reaching for Buck, remembering that Buck was…

“Bobby. He…” It burst out of Eddie, in spite of himself, and he didn’t know what words came next. Fear was climbing up his throat, fear that this… thing that was him and Buck was on the verge of suffocation under all the quiet. “He… we…” His voice gave out on him, and fresh tears spilled down his face. 

Bobby rubbed a soothing thumb across his shoulder, in a way that made Eddie think maybe he heard what Eddie couldn’t find a way to say. Eddie closed his eyes, regrouping. Deep breath in. Out slowly. 

“It’s brave, that kind of love. Chris, and Buck? They’re brave.” He turned to look at Bobby. “Braver than me.”

Bobby’s composure flickered, just for a moment, lines of pain appearing beside his eyes. He pulled Eddie into another suffocating hug.

“C’mon,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.”

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@transexualpirate I debated about posting this because I'm a cis woman and this is NOT my area of expertise (so please correct me if I accidentally say something transphobic).

But. This is already? mcu canon???

It's not just Steve's narrative that's so trans-coded its subtext is practically text (here and here). He also has a feminized body and mannerisms, and is objectified by the camera lens even more often than Natasha.

Disclaimer: Chris Evans is obviously a cis man, I am solely talking about Steve's portrayal in the films. This post is obviously based on cisnormative standards.

Breasts and Abs

This picture speaks for itself:

(source)

But first, let's look at pre-serum Steve:

A guy as skinny and sickly as Steve shouldn't have any fat/muscle on his chest, but instead he looks like an AA or A cup size. He's also naturally hairless.

Back to post-serum Steve:

Steve is still naturally hairless, and his muscles - especially his abs - have a softness to them the other mcu guys don't. (and those tits are definitely not an A cup anymore!)

We can also see his belt digging into his hips, but his pants have been arranged so we can't see any hint of a bulge.

Obviously we aren't supposed to - these are PG 13 superhero films - but it does leave the door wide open for head canons. Especially since we can see CE's bugle in bts USO shots, but not in the actual film:

(though since it was the 1940s, they would have insisted on hiding it somehow anyway)

Body Shape

The following two pictures are from an article written by a clinic for trans women:

The two relevant things for this post is that the woman's lower back/spine is significantly curvier, and that the woman's butt is as wide as her thighs.

Steve has both of these traits:

I wonder if one of the reasons certain fan groups are so triggered by Steve's A1 suit (even though it was the one that started the whole ass thing in the first place!) is because it follows his curves, instead of minimizing them:

Walking Style

MD Todd Martin discusses the differences in masculine and feminine walking styles in this youtube video (the relevant parts are 1:59 – 8:15).

The masculine walking style leads from the upper core, and so the hips stay neutral and while there is some forward arm swing, they fall back into neutral, instead of moving behind the body.

The feminine walking style leads from the hips and lower abs, making the hips sway and the arms swing both forward and backwards.

Steve naturally has the feminine walking style. The best example is in AOU, when Steve and Maria Hill are discussing Ultron. If you watch the clip you will see they have the same exact walking style.

A good clip to contrast that one with is from the AOU party scene, when Steve and Sam are walking together (1:18-1:35). You can see they have completely different walking styles.

And if you just want to see Steve's hips moving flamboyantly, the EG moment when he says "Emergency generators are on standby" is another excellent example.

Posing Style

Steve has two different posing styles; one belongs to Cap and one belongs to Steve. Cap stands in his own version of parade rest:

Steve, on the other hand, poses like a model. This is my favorite childhood live-action character, Hannah Montana:

and this is Steve:

Putting all of our weight on one leg and cocking our hip is a very common pose for women - I find myself doing it when standing in line in the grocery store. Maybe it has something to do with hip placement?

Flirting Style

Behavioral scientists have identified several common flirting techniques. The two most common flirting techniques for women are doe eyes and siren eyes.

Doe eyes involves tilting your head down and looking at a man with big innocent eyes. (see here for a few examples).

Siren eyes refers to partially lidded eyes. They are almost always pared with a movement that exposes a woman's neck (which releases pheromones). Marilyn Monroe was famous for this look.

Here is a tiktok that compares both gazes. Steve uses both flirting methods:

Put your jugular away, Steven. Are you trying to win a fight by making Tony bite you? (this is when he says, "And you're all about style, aren't you?")

Three examples of sweet and innocent doe eyes.

This is doe eyes combined with a seductive pout. He manages to pull it off without any duck face!

More of the classic Marilyn Monroe look - exposed neck, tilted head, and siren eyes.

Camera Angles and Framing

I'm near the end of tumblr's picture limit, and there are far too many moments of Steve being sexually objectified by the camera for me to list them all. So I'm going to use up my picture limit and finish this post with a direct comparison of him and Tony:

We get three close ups here - one of Steve's crotch, one of his open mouth and heaving chest, and one of Batroc's titillating expression.

Tony, on the other hand:

isn't all but molested by the camera. He gets a standard wide shot - a shot that does not change as he gets back on his feet.

now that i know that this is steve rogers i no longer hate the artist. matter of fact i think they should have added more curves

NOOOOOO SHUT UP

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"Darling don't fucking test me." Size kink. Older frat boy chris (if that doesn't make sense just chris evans). <3

Ugh, yes, fine. Fine. God, twist my arm why don't ya? 🥹

Where It Counts

Warnings: College AU, established relationships, drinking, dubcon, meanish!Chris, size kink, thigh riding, oral sex, overstimulation, implied ass play, extra unedited

Relationship: Senior Frat Star!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Author's note: yes this is RPF, but that F is very important. This is a completely fictional story. While the reader is short, I've tried to keep her body as neutral as possible.

Chris pushes you up against the wall by the stair, the loud music thumping through the frat house muffles your pouty whine. He bends to kiss you, grabs your hips, doing his best to get you to his room. The smell of warm beer on his breath makes your nose scrunch. You try and shove him off, you're angry with him. He told all of his frat bro friends you are so tiny, so tiny where it counted.

You love how much he adored your size, how much it turns his eyes soft and how quickly it makes him hard. Are you just a joke to him? Was he not serious when he said you were the one? You grab his stupid oversized hands and again try to shove him off.

"C'mon sweetheart, I said I was sorry. You know it was just joking around." The bill of his backwards baseball cap fills your vision, you see your initial written there in sharper on the faded material. He asked you to put them there. Chris loves you. But you're still angry.

"No," you whimper. His teeth scrape against your neck, making your stomach flutter and heat rush to your cheeks. God, he's a menace. He knows what that does to you, how it makes your knees weak and your panties wet. He's playing dirty.

"Sweetheart, don't fucking test me." He presses his thigh between yours and starts to lift your feet off the ground like you weigh nothing to him, putting pressure right on your clit. "Let me apologize to my girl right. Let me show you I can use my big mouth for something useful. Let me remind you of how much I love this tiny, little body."

He groans right in your ear, rolls his hips a little bit so you can feel his hard bulge. You're still trying to think with your brain and not your pussy. It doesn't matter who fucking good Chris's dick is, he was an ass. Asses don't get laid.

You keep saying it again and again, even as your hands wind around his neck and you let his hands grab your hips again. He moves you against his thigh, tortures you with the slow flex. Even as he lifts you up high enough for your legs to wrap around his tight waist and he carries up the stairs completely. Just because asses don't get laid doesn't mean you don't deserve your pussy being worshipped by that perfect, stupid mouth.

He drops you on his bed, the scent of him wrapping around you as he double check the door is locked. Before you can even sit up a little, Chris is on you, blanketing you with his whole body. He covers you head to toe, cages your face in with his hands and traps your hands against his chest.

Your breath stutters when you see the size difference, how small your fingers look against his chest. The chain he always wears around his neck dangles right at the base of your throat.

"Please, bubba, just wanna taste, let me make my girl sing for me."

You should say no. Just a taste always turns into just a finger or two or three, turns into just the tip, and the next thing you know you're begging him to fuck you deeper until his cum drips out of you until the morning. But god does he know what he is doing. Unlike any boyfriend before him, Chris eats pussy like it's his job. You deserve to have your pussy eaten.

"No fingers."

The words are barely out of your mouth before he is ripping your clothes off. He gets you completely naked, but doesn't remove a stitch of his clothing. With his cap still on, he dives between your legs. He kisses your thighs and your mound, teases you when he is supposed to be apologizing.

"Chris," you groan, frustrated enough to put your hands on his head to push him down.

One of his hands reaches out and grabs your wrists, both of them. The both of them fit just right against his palm as he pulls back enough to look up at you. His gaze flicks between yours and your hands, like he is realising all over again just how small you are.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking adorable."

He growls it right into your pussy before he licks you from ass to clit. He manhandles your thighs over his shoulder fully, never letting go of your wrists. You can't move, you're pinned down and spread open for his apology. Your pulse throbs in your clit when he licks you again, cleaning up the slick caused by his kisses and thigh.

Chris's tongue spreads your lips until he can thrust it into your pussy. He moans at the taste of you, the vibration sending a spark right through your clit. Your nipples ache for attention, your neck demands kissing and sucking, every part of you needs more. You open your mouth to voice you needs, to moan for more but nothing comes out except a squeal.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Your back arches, unsure if you want to grind your face into his mouth or escape the overwhelming feeling that is making your legs shake. His free hand grabs onto your thigh and pulls you back down, locks you back into place. God his fucking hands. His fucking lips and mouth and tongue.

"Chris, Chris please," you beg. Even though this is supposed to be your apology you can't stop the words from tumbling out as the desperation sets in.

"Fuck, that's right bubba, let everyone in the house hear."

His warm breath is like ice in your overheated, sensitive skin. His words come out between panted breaths. His stubbled chin is smeared with arousal already.

"Then make me cum." You demand or pout, you aren't sure. You just know he isn't putting is mouth to good use like he said he would.

"God, I love when you get bossy."

Any argument about that word is expelled from your body when you gasp. Chris's tongue is on you again, fucking and stroking against your pussy. His nose keeps hitting your clit, but it's not enough, not the right angle. It's teasing and making your pussy wetter, but that's not what you were promised. You need more.

With your hands still trapped in his grip, you squeeze your thighs tighter around his head and grind against his face. He groans like this is a treat for him, like this is exactly what he wanted to do tonight. You throw your head back against his pillows, his cologne and soap and everything invading your senses. Your moan echoes around his room and you feel his grin spread across his face.

He knows you're close, your inhibitions dropping the more your muscles tense up and the more you clit aches for the right attention. You want to scream at him to fuck you right, to suck on your clit again. Your fingers flex as your hips lose their rhythm against his face.

The moans coming out of your lips are higher pitched, more desperate and pleading. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead. Finally, finally, his tongue moves up the little space to your clit. There's a moment where your pussy feels empty, but it's forgotten when Chris's tongue swirls around that throbbing nerve and sucks into his mouth.

His teeth graze your clit and your world shatters. You scream his name as your body shakes and pulses with your orgasm. Your pussy flutters as slick drips out of you. When you've melted, become a mush soft puddle, does he start licking you again.

"Chris," you groan.

"Not done apologizing, sweetheart, you got one more hole."

[cupidsmoonlight]

on your knees // eddie munson

*not my gif*

(eddie munson x fem!cheerleader!reader)

summary: eddie isn't as sneaky as he thinks he is...

word count: over 1000

warnings: fingering, semi-public sex, voyeurism, daddy kink if you squint

you always thought basketball was boring. hours, and hours, of sweaty men in short shorts throwing balls at each other. you felt like a ghost, stuck haunting a mediocre high school.

you purposely waited until the end of the game before making your escape attempt. you were glad you did though, as you got to see lucas sinclair, your best friend and little brother from a different mother, make the winning shot and secure his future seat at "the table". you had never screamed louder. you immediately ran up to the freshman and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage. you told him you knew he could do it and squeezed his cheeks, moving out of the way so the rest of the team could celebrate with him.

you walked back to where the cheerleaders were all relatively located and pulled your best friend aside, "hey chris, im not feeling so well," you told her quickly, "i think im gonna skip out on the party tonight,"

"awww well i'll miss you tonight, but feel better and call me if you need anything!" the blond cheerleader responded as she pulled you into a hug.

"thanks, cap, i'll call you tomorrow, ok?"

"sounds good! stay safe y/n! i love you!"

"i love you more!" you gathered your stuff as you walked out of the gym and into the locker rooms. you knew the girls never go in there after a late night game because there's always a party to go to. you quickly placed your bags down as you striped out of the skin-tight cheerleading uniform. when you were fully bare, you stepped into the steamy shower to wash the day's stress off of your tense body.

you let out a deep sigh as the warm water slowly soaked your body. meanwhile, just down the hallway, a vigorous game of D&D had just ended and the members of the famous "hellfire club" were in an all-time high. they were all walking around the high school hallways together waiting for their rides to arrive, as they were going over the tremendous win that had just occurred.

"hold on guys, i gotta go take a piss." eddie spoke out as he separated from the rest of the club. as he ventured the halls, he just happened upon the girls' locker room. it wasn't on purpose. he was, really and truly, looking for the bathroom. he just... got distracted. distracted by the hot silhouette from the other side of the shower curtain. "holy fuck." he gasped.

your silhouette looked heavenly. he cautiously ventured into the steamy room. he took small, quiet, steps, trying as hard as physically possible to not make a noise. to not breathe. to hold in his deep gasps as your curvy shadow moved around.

you thought it was cute. the way eddie thought he was being slick. the way he thought he could get just silent enough to get away with being somewhere he knew he should be. "eddie," you stuck your head outside of the curtain, not bothering to hide anything, just to see the boy's shocked face, "if you're gonna be a voyer, at least be good at it."

you turned off the shower, grabbed your towel, and exited. slowly wrapping your towel around your lower waist, making sure to give eddie a good view of what you know he loved the most; your boobs.

"what can i say, doll?" he walked up to you and rubbed his hands up and down your figure. he loved everything about you. everything you hated. every pimple and dimple, every stretch mark and scar, every tug and tag and hair, if it was yours; he loved it. "you're just too goddamn sexy." you guided your soft hands from his chest to his hairy head. you tangled your fingers into the messy strands and you pulled him into a deep kiss. it was hungry and passionate. it was unlike any of your other kisses with him. it meant something...it meant... everything.

you pulled away from the kiss and slowly walked backward until you sat down on the bench. you spread your legs, the towel barely hanging on at this point, and leaned back on your elbows. eddie smiled. "you're a fucking tease today, aren't ya doll?" he began to walk closer to you as you smiled like the cheshire cat, "on your knees, daddy."

he let out a dry chuckle. "be careful baby girl, i don't want to have to punish you." he was standing between your spread legs, he took your jaw in his hands and made you look into his, deep, dark, lustful, eyes as he towered above you. you bit your lip as you dug your hands into the bench to try and relieve some of the pressure building up between ur thighs. eddie noticed this as he slowly got down on his knees. he ran his hands all over your lower half, from your ankles all the way to the last remnants of your summer tan that hadn't faded yet right on the tip of your thighs. "it's dinner time eddie," you pulled him closer by his crisp hellfire t-shirt. "it's a good thing i'm fucking starving baby." his smile became almost animated as he removed his hands from your goose-bump covered thighs and he slowly unwrapped the towel that was already barely hanging on as it was.

he grabbed your thighs and moved them over his shoulders. he put his freezing cold hands on your lower back and pulled you to the edge of the bench. "if you look anywhere other than my eyes, princess" he kissed her thigh, "i'm gonna make your life a living hell." you nodded desperately, trying your best to lower your heart rate.

he moved his hands from behind your back as he placed one on your thigh and used the other to gently push your chest back so you were leaning against the wall. he started placing kisses on your inner knees. eddie made his way up, making sure to leave no part of your skin unattended too.

"eddie, baby, please no more teas-" you’re cut off by the feeling of eddies ring clad finger sliding between your folds. you let out a breathy moan at the intrusion. he began making figure 8 motions, teasing your entrance and your clit so achingly slow but so painfully right. "you doin' good up there baby?" he questions, slowly kissing closer and closer to your lower lips. "yes, yes, it feels," you nod desperately, "so, so, good"

"good." he spoke into your soaking folds as he inserted a finger into your aching hole. he started giving kitty licks to your abused clit and your back instantly arched, hips pushing themselves down closer to his finger and warm mouth. the contrast from the coldness of his ring inside of your warm walls made him almost cream his pants. he added another finger inside of you and he immediately felt you're already tight walls clench and squeeze around the foreign objects.

"fuck." you bit your lip trying to hold in the obscene noises inside until he bit down on your clit and you gasped and squirmed around, losing control of your body for a moment. "don't you dare try and be quiet or I swear to satan i'll stop." you immediately began protesting, "no eddie, baby, i'll be loud, i'll be so fucking loud." he laughed at your desperateness and as time passed you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the coil in your lower tummy bursting.

by the time eddie added a third finger, you couldn't control your body anymore. you were so close to the edge. the only noises you were making being a mush of curse words and nearly pornographic sounding moans and babbles. "you're so close baby," he spoke into your lips as he ate you out like you were his last meal. "just let go; i got you y/n."

with those final words, you were gone. your body spasmed as the world flashed white for just a moment. you could feel your cum leaking out of you onto eddies waiting tongue. after he finished cleaning you're pussy up, he sat up, proudly showing you his face covereded in your juices. he began leaving a trail of wet kisses from the brim of your sensitive pussy to your belly button, to your nipples (he stayed sucking on those for quite a while), to your neck, and finally to your mouth. he pulled away for a moment as he let out a deep breath, "can you taste yourself, baby?" he kissed her, hard, "so fucking sweet. he leaned his head into her neck as she recovered.

"I love you, doll."

"I love you more eddie."

AUTHORS NOTE: first imagine everrrrrrrrrrr omgggggg. please send me requests and ideas because I love bringing people's ideas to life!! as someone who only began writing because they were sick of having to search for hours for a story with the perfect storyline, i wanna be here for yall <3

*not my gif*

[astranva]

Love At Coachella

Word Count: 2.1k

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: In which Chris and singer!Y/N show their love at Coachella and fans freak out.

..

You blew out a breath, adjusting your earpiece as you waited for your band to finish your entrance.

The sound of screaming was loud enough to have your heart thumping rapidly against your chest, hands getting clammy as you counted down to calm your nerves before stepping outside to do what you did best.

The lights went out with the sound of drums and that was your cue to step out, walking towards the center of the stage before standing straight, your hands on your hips as the lights flickered and the fog was added to where you stood, showing your figure in the screens above which caused the audience to cheer.

The lights flickered some more before they fully opened with the beat of drums again, this time showing you fully to the crowd who cheered with their phones out.

“Coachella!” You called in your mic, looking around before your eyes caught the one person they were searching for.

With his phone out recording you and the biggest grin on his face, Chris stood the closest to the stage beside other celebrities and influencers, seeming to not care about his surroundings and only about you.

You smiled at him before looking around again, “I wouldn’t have imagined this in my Wildest Dreams,” you softly said, the crowd erupting as they knew it was the intro to one of your all-time top songs. 

The beginning notes of Wildest Dreams started playing, your hips swaying as you turned, walking down the stairs with an attitude.

“He said let’s get out of this town,” you sang, “Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”

Chris let out a laugh of joy, looking at his brother, Scott, beside him and pointing at you with his free hand as the other held his phone, recording you, his body subconsciously swaying to the music. 

The Coachella audience was known for not being the most lively out of all festival audiences, unless you knew how to make them scream and shout and if there was one fact people would praise you for it was that you knew how to work a crowd.

Chris locked his phone, adjusting the baseball cap on his head by flipping it and wearing it backwards so he could see you clearly. His eyes shone, his face glowing under the lights as he swayed to the song with you.

You sang as you reached closer to the crowds, eyes looking over all the faces and the lit phones that stared back at you before your eyes caught Chris, your lips moving into a slight smile as you sang, “He’s so tall, and handsome as hell,” you pointed at him.

Chris laughed, his hand reaching to grab his left peck, cheeks flushing red as he kept his gaze on you, aware of Scott and a few people around him recording him. 

“He’s so bad but he does it so well,” you sang, looking back at the crowd as you put your mic into its stand so you could stand comfortably, “I can see the end as it begins, my one condition is,”

“Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe!” Chris screamed, raising both arms up and shaking his head. 

“I feel like I’m interrupting something!” Scott screams over the music, giving his brother a look.

“You and a thousand others,” Chris joked, giving one of his famous laughs as he leaned back a little. 

“I said “no one has to know what we do”” you sang, running your hands over your body, before dragging them upwards to your hair, “His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

“Jesus!” Chris let out to himself, shaking his head at you as he put one hand on his hip, feeling like he was unable to even glance away.

The song was like a duet of you and the crowd, the lyrics of the Grammy-winner song being sung back to you as you smiled while finishing it, taking a breath as the crowd roared. 

“Coachella, how are we feeling?” You asked into your mic, taking it out of the stand to move on stage. The crowd only screamed again, making you smile, “Does that mean you’re having fun?” 

“Take a picture of me and Y/N,” Chris elbowed Scott, giving him his phone before turning sideways slightly. He raised one arm up behind him, pointing at you with a surprised grin on his face as you talked. 

“You’re a fucking simp, Chris,” Scott chuckled, giving his brother his phone back after taking his picture. 

“I do not know what this means,” Chris joked, smiling as he put his phone in his pocket.

“We have 4 songs for you tonight,” you said, holding up your hand to sign the number 4, “And I wish I could give you something sad, you know?” You chuckled, glancing back at your band as they laughed, “Like, some sad acoustic song,” you said, causing the crowd to cheer, “Now, don’t cheer–Don’t cheer, I won’t be giving you that because,” you took a breath, standing in the middle of the stage, “I’m in love and I’m feeling fantastic!” 

That crowd went mad.

Chris’s stomach erupted with butterflies, staring at you with admiration as he chuckled bashfully, crossing his arms across his chest.

“This next song is close to me–Like every song I’ll be singing so before I do that,” you took a breath, “I want to dedicate every song I’ll be singing to the love of my life,” you said with a bashful smile, giggling into the mic at the cheer you received before you looked at Chris in the audience, his head tilted with a pout.

“I love you,” he mouthed with a slight shake of his head.

“I love you,” you replied quietly, “Now Coachella, I want to hear you!”

The beginning notes of Cinema began playing. 

Cinema was written about Chris two months into your relationship, and everyone and their mother knew that it was about him.

 “It’s you, and I’m not getting over it,” you danced as you walked on stage, raising your free arm up, “Darling, is it cool if I’m stubborn when it comes to this?” 

Chris had his phone out again, recording you as he sang along with a grin on his face.

“I guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself hard for me,” you sang, sneaking a glance at Chris with a smirk, turning away with a smile when you saw him give his usual bashful laugh and shake of his head.

“Stop that!” Scott laughed, “I’m literally going to throw up!”

Chris only gave him a shrug, “We’re pretty active.”

“Stop!”

Throughout the song, and like you always did when he was in the audience, you kept directing lyrics at him and he blushed every single time.

There he stood, at 40, blushing like a high school boy as you sang him the lyrics he knew you wrote about him. 

“Wow, Coachella,” you breathed out, laughing, “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

Chris screamed with the crowd, cupping his mouth with his hands and leaning back as he did. 

“I am, too–I am, too,” you nodded, “We have 2 more songs,” you put up your fingers, “How about we tone it down a little?” You asked, adjusting your earpiece as you walked to your mic stand and placing your mic. You looked at the crowd, smiling as you took them all in. “Grab the person you came with, if you came alone, turn around and say hi to person beside you. Tell them you appreciate being here with them,” you began, “Please don’t grab anyone else,” you pointed your arm at Chris, chuckling once he raised his hands up and mouth a “never” “Good, good,” you nodded, “Because I’ll be playing a new one for you.”

The crowd cheered, causing you to smile and your eyes to twinkle as someone from the crew ran on stage and placed a stool for you to sit on before adjusting your mic. 

“Hey, Chris,” you called into the mic, the crowd giving the loudest cheer that night. Chris only smiled up at you, and even though you were a good distance away from him, you could see the pink hue on his cheeks, “This is for you. This is Until I Found You.”

The soft tunes of the song began playing as you adjusted yourself in your seat, taking a deep breath before beginning to sing. 

Chris crossed one arm across his chest while his other hand covered his mouth, eyes tearful as he stood still to listen to your voice and soak in the lyrics.

“Oh, I used to say “I would never fall in love again” until I found you,” you sang, eyes set on Chris, “I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into.”” You smiled.

Chris was ready to melt at that very moment. His heartbeats were rapid against his chest, sniffling as he knuckled at his eyes with a chuckle of surprise. 

“Man,” he said to himself under his breath, shaking his head as he sniffled again.

“I found youuuu,” you sang. 

The crowd and all those recording could see your tearful eyes through the big screens on the sides, everyone staying silent as they swayed to the music. There were those wrapped around each other’s arms, those who began to slow dance, those who had their arms around each other’s shoulders, and those who swayed alone with a different person in mind that they imagined singing this song to.

It was a short song, yet it was one that had Chris sniffling and tearing like a child because by the final note, he felt like he was trying to restrain himself from running up the stage to kiss you. 

You blew out a breath, giggling as you carefully wiped your eyes as to not ruin your sparkly eye makeup, “I knew I was going to cry.”

“You okay, man?” Chris felt someone’s hand on his shoulder, and a deep accented voice ask him.

He turned, spotting your friend, Harry Styles, who gave him a smile in his pink hoodie and white shorts with his hair clipped, “This should be illegal,” Chris joked, pointing at you before patting Harry on the back.

Harry laughed, patting Chris’s shoulder before standing where he was which was near Chris and Scott and alongside other celebrities and influencers.

“I’m literally fucking crying right now!” Chris heard behind him which caused him to turn in laughter, spotting that it was Billie Eilish who talked. Noticing that he looked at her, Billie pointed at you as she looked at him, “Dude, what the fuuuuuuuck? I want that!”

Chris was going to be as red as a tomato. 

“Isn’t love a wonderful thing?” You joked with a grin, pushing a few hair tendrils out of your face, “It is, and so is my Lover.”

For the last song, you stood up, “We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January,” you sang, moving to the edge of the stage that was closest to Chris before pointing between the both of you, “This is our place, we make the rules.” You and Chris both sang to each other.

On the other hand, fans around the world were freaking out.

Quick edits, videos, and gifs were made from the Coachella streaming of your performance, people collectively fawning over your relationship.

A TikTok of Chris smiling up at you as he sang along and swayed in his spot was posted, showing Chris from the side before it moved to you smiling at Chris before moving somewhere else and then the camera showed Chris again.

Comments:

fan sleeping on the highway tonight <333

fan THEY’RE BOTH LITERALLY GLOWING

fan did yall see them how they to lover “this is our place”??? are they confirming that they moved in??

↳ fan I THINK SOOO!!!

fan nothing much just y/n y/l/n and chris evans confirming that i will never find a love like that

fan this is her lover era. she’s so in love. she looks so happy. she looks so happy and we have chris to thank

↳ fan fr i was just telling my friend that. he loves her so right that she just looks the best she’s ever looked :’)

fan chris really waited all that time and got a love like that, huh? :’)

↳ fan it’s what he deserves <3 

↳  fan it’s what they both deserve tbh

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Soccer Saturdays

A Higher Love One Shot

Summary: Chris and Nickie wrangle their kids for weekend youth soccer.

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC Nickie Morrison

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour​

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Word Count: 1,996

Warnings: None.

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May 2028

7 years married

Nickie leaned down, wiping Ty’s cheek with her thumb before she grabbed Joey’s popsicle stick, tossing it in the trash. “Nic, we need to go,” she heard Chris say from behind her, from where he was standing near their youngest on the sidewalk. She smiled at the boys, listening to Chris as he added, “We still have to get Ty changed into his soccer clothes before the game.” 

She looked at him over her shoulder, sticking her lower lip out as she reached in the pocket of her white shorts for her phone. “I know, but look how cute he is! Just let me take this picture,” she began, swiping on the screen to open her camera and taking a picture of the six-year-old. 

His tiny lips flicked up in a closed-mouthed grin for Nickie, his blue eyes sparkling and light brown hair spilling out of his backwards cap, Ty always emulating his beloved father. But once Nickie put her phone away and nodded towards Chris, his jaw dropped, loudly saying, “I’m not done with my popsicle!” 

She smiled at him, reaching for his hand. “It’s okay, honey, you can eat it in the car,” she reassured him, thankful she’d grabbed napkins already. She glanced over at Chris, seeing the small smile on his face as he threw out the remnants of his and their youngest’s popsicles. 

A tiny stomp thudded against the concrete as Joey tugged on her empty hand, a scowl on his face as he asked, “I ate mine already! Can I have another?” 

“Nope, sorry bud, just one,” Chris told him, smirking slightly at the over-dramatic groan that rose from the four-year-old. 

Nickie shook her head fondly, before she saw their two-year-old make a break for the dog and their owner that was slowly making their way down the sidewalk. “Charlie, c’mon baby,” Nickie called, waiting a second as she watched the brown haired child move, just not in the direction they wanted them to. “Charlie!” 

“She’s too busy looking at that dog,” Ty giggled, Nickie squeezing his hand as the boy laughed wildly. 

“Yeah, she takes after daddy, huh?” Nickie asked, winking at Chris before she called,  “Charlotte Lucy Evans! C’mon, we’re going to Ty Ty’s game.” 

Nickie couldn’t help but smile when she saw Charlie’s mischievous little grin before she came running over, letting Chris lift her into her carseat and buckle her in while Nickie grabbed a wipe to get all of the sticky popsicle liquid off of Joey’s face and hands. Joey puckered out his lips, making a face while she wiped it off of his skin, Ty was busy looking for his other sock that was somewhere in the SUV and Charlie was kicking her feet and singing some made up song while Chris finished buckling her. Nickie glanced over, catching Chris’ eye while she just shook her head with a smile on her face, knowing their family was pure chaos and also knowing they each loved every second of it. 

“Alright monkeys, how about some Little Mermaid music?” Chris asked the trio, knowing that it would at least direct the chaos a little bit. 

Nickie chuckled, sliding her sunglasses onto her face and gently fixing her t-shirt, tucking it back into her shorts. “Smart move, Evans,” she smirked, catching Chris’ eyes again as they shared a smile. 

“Thanks babe,” he grinned, reaching over and squeezing Joey’s foot, making him grumble at his dad as Chris laughed. “I’m starting to think that’s why Ma stuck us all in theater because we then at least could focus all our energy in the car into singing showtunes.” 

“I think she was onto something.” 

The sound of Chris’ laughter filled the SUV before he made sure everyone was buckled and then climbed into the driver's seat. He started the car while Nickie got herself situated in the passenger seat before turning on the Disney music, causing cheers to erupt in the backseat before the little voices started singing along to the music. It didn’t take them long to get to the soccer field where they parked and got everybody out while Nickie helped Ty change into his uniform and cleats before Chris took Ty’s hand and walked him over to the team. 

Nickie grabbed the blanket from the backseat and her bag full of random items before going over to find a spot more toward the edge of the field. They were happy that during the first few games of the season, they had skated by without anyone recognizing them but now that everyone was seeing Chris and Nickie together, it was undeniable that one of the most famous couples in Hollywood were spending every Saturday at the soccer field. So far everyone had been kind and courteous, but Nickie wanted her kids to be able to play and run around without everyone’s eyes on them and opted for a little bit more of a secluded spot on the grass. 

Joey grabbed Nickie’s hands, pulling on them repeatedly while she got Charlie settled with a toy and snack. He kept pulling on them until she glanced down at him, giving Joey her full attention as his dark brown eyes shone at her, Joey loudly asking, “Mommy! Can I go play on the jungle gym? PLEASE?!”

“Sure, but stay where I can see you, okay?” She asked, pecking his forehead as he nodded happily.

“Okay!” He squeaked, smiling as he ran to the jungle gym, just on the other side of the field. 

She sat down on the blanket, smiling as Charlie grinned at her, leaning against her side as she munched on some goldfish. A few moments later she heard Chris sigh from behind her, Nickie smirking as he sat down on the blanket with a huff. 

“How was he doing?” Nickie asked quietly, running a hand through Charlie’s short hair as her eyes found Ty, hands wringing in front of him as he listened to his coach. 

Chris shrugged, quiet for a moment before he answered, “He was alright, a little nervous as always but I feel like once he gets here he always has a good time.” 

Nickie placed her hand on top of Chris’, tapping her fingers against his own lightly as she reassured him, saying, “After the game he’s all smiles, it’s just the before.” 

“I know, he was such a mess this morning. I wasn’t thinking that even bribing him with popsicles was going to work,” he admitted, brows furrowing behind his dark sunglasses, Nickie knowing he was watching Ty begin to kick a ball back and forth with some of his teammates, the rest beginning to straggle over from the parking lot. 

“Well he looks like he’s happy out there now,” she said, laughing quietly as Ty pointed at something, his smile growing on his little face. 

“Where’d thing two go?” 

“Jungle gym,” she replied, nodding over to where Joey was running around, shoes already off, shaking her head at their little nut. “So it’ll be probably less than ten minutes until he comes back over with a huge bump on his forehead or some bugs he found or something.” 

“Probably,” Chris laughed in agreement. A hand reached up, pulling his sunglasses off as the sun settled behind the clouds, Chris turning his head to look over at her. “Hey, I meant to tell you, you look cute in these little mom shorts of yours.” 

She laughed, looking down at the oversized shorts as she shrugged with a grin. “I’m really embracing the mom shorts, it helps to cover up all those extra dimples and stretch marks our three little nuggets have brought me,” she told him, running another hand over Charlie’s head as the toddler put the bag of goldfish back into the tote bag, reaching out and pulling her beloved stuffed toy out. 

“Well trust me babe, you look just as good out of those shorts as you do in them,” he murmured, the smirk she loved so much settling on his face. 

Nickie smiled up into his sparkling blue eyes before he leaned in to press his lips against hers, not even being able to leave his lips on hers for a long moment before they heard a familiar voice call out, “Aren’t you two too old for that?” 

“For kissing my wife? Fuck no,” Chris incredulously said, leaning back and smiling as Josh and Jordan settled next to them, unfolding camping chairs with grins on their faces. 

“You better feel lucky that Ty isn’t around or he’d make you put a dollar in the swear jar,” Nickie laughed, smiling happily as Charlie clamored to her feet, toddling over happily to say hi to her aunt and uncle. 

“That’s for sure,” Josh laughed, smacking Chris’ head before he leaned down, laughing as Charlie happily hugged his legs. “We said hi to your kid by the way, he’s about to give himself a concussion over there.” 

“I’m not surprised,” Nickie grinned, smiling when Charlie settled back into her mom’s lap, Nickie’s arms wrapping around her baby. 

“Look at this picture I took of him when we stopped to say hi,” Jordan told them, pulling out her phone and squatting to show them it. “That kid is a nut!” 

Chris laughed loudly at the picture, at the way Joey’s Spider-Man shirt hung while the boy was upside down and the pleased expression on his little face, along with his bare feet. “Yeah he takes after his mother,” he smirked, giving Nickie a knowing look as she squawked in mock-objection.

Jordan stuck her tongue out at Nickie, knowing her brother-in-law was right. As Jordan pulled out her water bottle and unscrewed the lid, she said, “At least he has some of Chris’ genes to balance him out a little more. Just think, Nickie was like that as a kid but on steroids.” 

“It’s a wonder your parents survived,” Josh chuckled, Chris laughing in agreement. 

“Well they had Kevin first so that prepared them for a lot,” Nickie shrugged. They watched as the boys lined up, their nearly-year apart in age not even noticeable given Ty’s height thanks to Chris. Chris stood up as the kids came onto the field, watching Ty carefully as the volunteer teenaged referee whistled and the game began, with the parents all quiet as they watched the boys. “No Jules or Jessie today?” Nickie finally quietly asked. 

“No, Jessie is at a friend's house and Josh’s parents took Jules for the day so it’s just us and Jake today,” Jordan replied easily, before her head whipped over to look at her brother-in-law, brows furrowed. “Chris, I swear to God your pacing is too much for kindergarten soccer.”

Josh howled with laughter, Nickie thankful that she wasn’t the one who had to tell him. “Seriously babe, you’re more nervous than Ty,” she said quietly, adding, “You need to go take a walk.” 

“Okay, okay,” he held his hands up, turning to move farther away from them to pace while he watched the game, but before he could make it farther away, Nickie spoke up.

“Chris! You have a little shadow following you,” she laughed, watching as Chris turned, crouching as Charlie trotted over to him with a smile on her face. 

At the sound of Charlie’s giggles, their sweet little girl’s laughter, the one that was the perfect book end to their family, she looked over to the jungle gym. She could just barely make out Joey’s mop of dark brown hair through the playground, but she knew he was having fun, just like his older brother was- thank God, because Nickie didn’t know what they would’ve done had Ty still been a mess. Nickie felt a rush of warmth come over her, knowing that this family was better than any she could have ever dreamt of or fantasized about. It was imperfect- but perfect. 

Ages:

Ty - 6 years old

Joey - 4 years old

Charlie - 2.5 years old

A/N: You guys have now met Charlie Evans! She is such a little firecracker and a major sweetheart, and the perfect bookend to Chris and Nickie's little family! We can't wait to hear your thoughts :)

[cevans-is-classic]

Spring Flowers

The third installment of the flowers series I didn't mean to start 🤣

18+ only, please. Language, mentions of anxiety, and Chris being the sweetest.

My Masterlist and Chris list

Autumn Flowers - Winter Flowers - Summer Flowers - Autumn Vows

The chair squeaked when you propped your feet up on the patio table, head tipping back, a soft breeze making your hair brush off your forehead. Chris lifted a brow when you lifted your bottle of water. “No help at all?” He moved further down the row, digging the trowel into the dirt. 

You hummed, “It’s my day off.” 

Chris throws a hand full of soil at you, making you sputter with indignations nearly toppling your chair backwards to wipe the dirt off, “How dare you!.” 

He was laughing hard enough to shake his body, his thighs burning where he leans back, hand coming up to his chest. You huffed, grumbling under your breath about germs and new pairs of leggings, making Chris laughed even harder. 

“Oh ha ha, Evans, you’re hilarious.” You’d sat back down, still wiping your hands down your chest, over your shoulder, checking that your hair was free of the mess. 

He grinned with his teeth. “You’re the one who loves me.” 

The water bottle hit his shoulder before he realized you’d throw it at him, the cap off letting water spill over his arms and chest, “Oh come on!” 

He chased you around the yard, grabbing at you when he got close enough and evading your elbows as you wiggled free to run towards the sliding door. Oh no, you weren’t getting away that easily. He jumped over the pots of flowers, leaping over the chair you’d pulled behind you and caught you around the waist. 

You yelped when he lifted you into the air, spinning you around and around until you were shoving at his shoulders and laughing his name out. Chris kept going, lifting you higher, your legs coming up to wrap around his middle, your head shaking with laughing shouts, “Okay! Okay, you win!”

Your hands were around his neck when he lowered you back down to your feet, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He grinned into the kiss you pressed onto his lips, your own smile causing your teeth to clash together. It was a messy, horrible kiss; he loved it. 

“Finish your garden.” You pulled back, “I’m going to start lunch - oh wait, shit no I have to go to the store.” 

Chris frowned. “I thought you were going to make the chicken you bought the other day?” He brushed his lips over your forehead, you hummed; arms tightening around his neck to pull him closer. 

He ducked his head to kiss you again, savoring the warmth between you two, the easiness that loosened his shoulders and had him melting into your arms. When you patted his shoulder, stepping back with a rueful smile, he ducked his head onto your collar, “I started craving something with broccoli. It’ll be new to try to make.” 

“You know, when we first met you swore you never cooked.” 

Another quick peck before you headed towards the house again. “I want me man well fed, Lad?” He shook his head at you.

-

He had the rows he wanted to get done today finished. He’d showered, changed clothes and taken Dodger for a walk by the time you’d returned from the store. The door closing with a slam that had you shouting an apology. Chris finished typing up the email he’d started, checking it over before he closed the laptop and looked up as you came in. 

You held a bouquet in your hands. 

“Sweetheart.” It was beautiful, bright, the pinks and blues accented by yellow daises and green poms he rubbed his thumb over. 

You lifted it up to let him breathe in the floral scent. “I know I got one last week, but I saw the daisies in the window of Carol Ann’s and had to bring them home. I figured they’d make do until your own grow big and strong.” 

Chris took the vase from you, placing a kiss on your hairline. “I love them.” He sat them down the table from the original ones. The color schemes played well together, one blue and pink and the other soft yellow and white. He wondered if he should move them to the living room, sit them on the coffee table for other to see when they came over. 

“Oh! I got a call from my publisher.” Your voice sounded further away and Chris followed it toward the hallway where you’d left the groceries. Dodger was nosing into a bag. You scratched his head, bending down to kiss between his ears, grabbing two of the bag, and motioning for Chris to help with the others.

“About what? Don’t you have another few months before your bit is due?” The frozen food was put away first, then the ones that went in the fridge and Chris helped you shift the contents of the cabinet around to check for outdated items. 

“Its is, but he wanted to talk about me doing an interview for Writer’s digest.” He stopped with a box of macaroni in his hand, turning to watch you clean off a bushel of broccoli. 

“Writer’s Digest! Baby, that’s amazing!” You were blushing, ducking your head down as you turned the water off. He knew you were trying to play it down. If you’d wanted it to be a big deal, you would have told him over a mini celebration. Chris knew the hold of your shoulders though, knew you were nervous about the news. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, places a kiss on your shoulder and holding you against his chest, “Baby,” You nodded to let him know you were listening, “I’m proud of you.” 

A squeak had him shaking his head at you. You’d covered your face with your hands, turning around to hide your face in his chest. Chris chuckled, lifting a hand to cradle the back of your head and sway the two of you back and forth. 

He was proud of you — knew you’d worked hard at getting to where you are now with your journalism and when you’d published your first book last year, he’d been the first one to buy a copy. 

“I could have given you one.” You’d said when he asked you to sign it. 

He’d wiggled the book until you grabbed it, flipping the cover open and signing the dedications page. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I had you just giving me stuff?” 

A sarcastic tone slipped into your words, “Yourself.” 

You had a point then. Even if it’s small, you gave Chris something. You’d bring home little trinkets, patriots merch you knew he didn’t have, or a book you thought he’d like. If it wasn’t flowers, then it was chocolate he wouldn’t buy himself or a gift for Dodger that had him playing catch with his best buddy for hours. When Chris was away or you were using your office space to write, you brought him origami hearts, boxes, cranes, and once an entire bouquet that gave you more paper cuts than you've ever had before (your words.) 

God, how did he get this lucky?

He loved you so much. 

His mind started firing off an idea that blossomed his love for you in his chest. 

“Come on, let’s get lunch started and then we can watch Netflix.” You pushed him back with renewed vigor and turned back to the food. 

-

They made the interview for the end of April and the closer it got the more you panicked. Chris had seen you at your worst, sick, stressed and feeling like the sky was weighing on your shoulder, but seeing you pacing up the hallways with your headphones in at odd hours of the night — it kept his own nerves in check. He had to make sure you were okay. He had to be the one to take the reins and hold your hand when you needed it. 

He knew what would help when the day came and he’d been preparing for the last two weeks. On the day you’d went for a jog with Dodger, kissing Chris goodbye that morning and taking off with a nervous smile. 

His mom came over as soon as you left, her car packed tight and a bounce in her step. “Lets do this.” She called out. 

Heres to hoping it does what he hopes it will. 

He crossed his fingers that you kept your jog routine the same. The run is interspersed with walks that cleared your mind. Chris knew you’d take Dodger to your favorite trail to walk along the lake. The breeze would keep you calm and grounded even with nerves piercing your stomach. He counted on you following the path from start to finish, then taking your time before coming home to let Dodger rest and grab a protein shake. 

By the time you’d texted asking him if he wanted anything before you headed home, Chris felt thankful that his Mom came over to help. Between the two of them, he had the living room just right and set out your favorite snack to keep you relaxed during the interview. 

He hugged his Mom goodbye when he knew you were ten minutes out. 

“I’m happy you found them.” His mom kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder as she got into her car and buckled up. He jogged back to the house when she drove away and took his place at the kitchen island, tea steaming in your favorite mug and his phone out — he had to play it cool.

Time to put all those acting skills to use. 

The door opened and closed, your called out for him and Dodger trotted into the kitchen — and Chris felt his stomach coil tight and he knew he was going to give everything away if you walked into the kitchen.

This was a bad idea. Chris couldn’t keep a surprise from you no matter how hard he tried. 

“Hey do you remember where I put my laptop? It’s not in the-” You stopped talking and Chris’s shoulders stiffened. Here goes nothing. 

When he walked into the living room, you were standing in the middle of the room, your hands covering your mouth and tears steaming down your face. Chris stood behind you watched you walk towards the flowers he had on every available surface. Purple orchids and snap dragons sat in front of the television, yellow tulips and pink pansies sat on both sides of the couch. You touched the petal of white and pink Lily of the Valley that lined the back wall. When you moved back to the couch, you reached out to grip your red plaid blanket he’d draped over the back of the couch. He heard the choked sob you let out when he you saw he’d replaced the regular throw pillows with your Halloween ones. 

He knew you found comfort in soft items, that you had to have something in your hands when you were nervous and he made sure that a few fidget toys were close at hand. You laughed a shaky laugh at the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies on the coffee table and your Iron Man tumbler filled with your juice. 

He cleared his throat when you sat down on the couch. 

You were crying, a smile brightening your face. You opened your arm towards him and Chris crossed the length of the room, dropping to his knee to fall into the circle of your arms. 

“Oh, Sweet boy.” You nuzzled your face in his neck. “Thank you. No, that doesn’t convey how much this means to me. Nothing could express how much I adore this and you.” 

He didn’t even need to explain what it was for. You knew he’d made this up to help ease you for the interview, to keep you calm when you’d been nothing but nerves all month. Chris moved to sit on the couch and pull you onto his lap. 

“You do so much for me.” He kissed your nose, “This is the least I can do.” 

You tucked his hair behind his ear, flattened the cowlick at the crown of his head and kissed the space between his brows, “Fucking sap.” 

Chris laughed.

Someone knocked at the door and you stiffened, “Come on,” He lifted you up, easing you down until your feet touched the rug, “Let's show off how good of a writer you are and how good of a trophy boyfriend I am.” 

“The best.” You grabbed his hand and walked to the door.

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I should be asleep for my interview tomorrow but nope I'm writing this