#chirs evans writings

[kissme-hs]

𝒮𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓎 {𝒸.𝑒}

This concept has been on my mind from a long long time. I just get so fucking turned on seeing him in that gorgeous beard oh my sweet lord. I was going to post it tomorrow but oh well, also i didn’t proof read so pardon me for the mistakes. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog :))

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.05k

Warning: 18+ smut, oral sex fem receiving and giving, filthy talk, fingering, unprotected sex etc.

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He looked breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. The way he was sprawled on his mother’s couch that was situated in front of the fire place made your mouth water whilehis other family members gathered around sitting comfortably on a spot that makes them warm.

His thick thighs looked so inviting and his arm that rested on the couch top, every flex made his veins move and his hands that ghosted over your neck made you shiver. He run his knuckles on the back of your neck as you turn your head to face him to see him smiling at you.

What a bastard.

And that beard that adorned his cheek, holy Christ only if you could push his head between your legs and let his mouth slurp on your aching throbbing core until your legs are trembling and shaking and you’re begging him to stop.

You found yourself ashamed of getting lost in your deep thoughts of wild fantasy—basically eye fucking the Lisa’s son while his whole family was around present in the room chatting with you two, well mostly him because you were way too tied up in yourself and your pressed together thighs that you were barely fathoming any word that they uttered.

But how could you not?

He looked like an absolute sex god, with his Andy Barber phase fluffy hair and that beard. That navy blue t-shirt that seemed a little tight on him showing you his ever muscle and highlighting his biceps.

And again there you were, thinking about how good it’s feel when his arms are around your waist while he pounds mercilessly into you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck while you clutch onto this biceps wanting to release.

But oh that beard.

Though you wanted to feel it in between your legs, there was no possible way to describe how bad you wanted to feel it against your lips. Your fingers ached to grab onto his cheeks as your tongue plays with his whilst his hand grabs onto your titties as they usually do.

Snapping out of your wild thinking you found your lower lip tucked between your teeth and a noticeable change in the pace of your breathing. You knew you need it, need to feel him.

“Um, excuse me?” You said out of nowhere cutting of Chris’s childhood story that he was busy telling Scott’s boyfriend. Your sudden action made him furrow his eyebrows as you felt his eyes follow you out of the living room disappearing in the corridor. He turned his head back to meet his mother’s worries facial expression.

“Is she okay chris? Go check on her”

He nods obliging his mother and his own worry towards you as to why you had to excuse yourself from the room full of people you adored. Maybe it was a little stomach bug, he thought.

His bare feet pads over the hardwood floor as he stops when comes across the bathroom far away from the people talking in living area, he knocks on the door twice.

“Baby, honey are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” no you’re not. You need him.

“Baby let me in” he nudges the door gently only to be disappointed when he notices it’s locked. Sighing he faces close to the door.

“Cmon sweetie”

The concern that dripped down his voice made you feel guilty as you open the door, but as soon as you come across his beautifully handsome face, the brightest blue eyes, the perfect nose and the plumpest lips you couldn’t help but pull him inside with a strong tug and close the door behind him.

You did take him by surprise, but it wasn’t anything compared to when your fingers started fiddling with the buckle of his belt trying to get it lose open, your lips attaching to the veins on his neck as you press your body firmly against his.

He took the sign. After all he did know you like the back of his hand.

So when you finally succeeded in not only getting his pants down his legs but also managing to get him rock hard with just your feathery kisses on his delicate skin of neck your lips turned up in a little smirk until his fingers lifted your face up by your cheek to meet his eyes.

The dilated pupils burned into yours while he stared at you—now with lust, concern washed away long time back.

“What’s got you so worked up huh?” He spoked pulling your groin close to him, close enough for you to feel his growing bulge.

“I- this” you whispered biting your lips as your eyes shift’s their gaze from his eyes to his beard and then down to the swell in his pants, well aware of how intense effect it had on Chris. ‘Makes me lose my mind and bend you over until I fuck you like a slut’ says Chris. Your hand grabs over his jeans as you rubbed your palm against it making him shut his eyes close, lashed resting beautifully on the apple of his cheek as he leans his head back against the door, giving you a perfect access to his exposed neck.

Thanking the heels that you still had on it made it no difficult for you (which usually is due to the height difference) to bring your lips close to the veins popping on his neck and placing opened mouth kisses. You knew neck kisses drives him nuts, and you were in no shock when you felt his big hands grab your butt and giving it a rough squeeze causing you to moan which you quickly covered by biting down on his shoulder.

 “fuck” that’s all he could manage to utter the minute you got down on your knees within a blink of an eye. With his belt already undone it made it easier for you to just slide his jeans down along with the boxers, too worked up to tease him now.

As soon as the cotton material of his boxers came down his thick thighs, his hard shaft sprung against his lower belly. Red tip, leaking and veins clearly visible due to the hardness watered your mouth.

 “Go on baby, take that fucking cock in your little mouth” he said through gritted teeth trying to be as hushed as possible with his family only mere steps away. Collecting your hair in his hands he forced your face up to look at him and you did, in every filthy way possible. With your eyes staring at him through your lashes, you grabbed his thick shaft and gave it a good few pump which already trembled his whole body before licking it from the bottom all the way to the top, not breaking the eye contact. And once you reached his aching swollen tip, you licked the slit collected the salty juices and tapped his heavy cocked on your stuck out tongue.

 It looked nothing less than a porn scene, with you on your knees sucking his cock in his mother’s bathroom while he’s leaning on the door holding your hair in his hand pushing your head further to feel the tip of his dick in the back of your throat, his face covered in the most satisfied expression. Swear could’ve had a million hits.

 Your wrist moved around his base ever so lightly adding a little pressure even then so squeezing it making his body jump with pleasure. And your other hand rolled his balls in the palm of your hand while you drooled on his cock with his every thrust, gagging.

“That’s it, take my fucking cock like the slut you are” he moaned fucking your mouth as you continued deepthroating not caring about the tears that ran down your face smudging your mascara and his thick dick ruining your lipstick. Pulling him out of your hollowed cheek with a ‘pop’ you lowered your face to take his ball in your mouth.

With his dick held up with your hand you sucked on his balls, licking them with your tongue whilst his eyes stay fixed on you, observing your every move, you lips, the way you hollowed your cheek and suckled on his thick shaft effortlessly made his muscles clench and soon he was cumming down your throat.

Pulling away with strings of your saliva from your lips you wiped the mess with the back of your hand after gulping down every drop of his cum you stood up straight and the second after his lips were hot and heavy on your swollen ones.

Kissing you heard before biting down your lower lip he pulled away.

“Meet me out in 5 minutes, we’re leaving right now!” and with that he fixed his hair and left you alone in the bathroom to collect yourself, fix your look and follow him out where you were met by pair of questioning eyes.

���I’m good guys, just an upset stomach”

“yeah ma I am gonna take her home, she needs to rest. Thanks for the dinner and see you soon” kissing his mother’s head he hugged everyone goodbye as you did too before you guys collected your belongs with your coats and wallet and found your way to his black SUV.

Once seated inside you could feel the sexual tension rising between you two as you buckled yourself in, trying your best way possible to look innocent.

He does the same, buckling himself in and driving off his mother’s driveway onto the main road. Gaze fixed on the road, hand gripping the wheel tightly almost as if he’s trying to control another orgasm.

“you couldn’t wait could you” he asked head straight ahead.

“no”

“why”

“you looked hot”

“what made you so horny”

“your beard”

“what about it?” stopping at the red signal he finally turned his head to have a look at your face. Flushed up and looking ever red with the back lights of the cars in front. You bite your lip once again out of habit this time, something you do when you’re either nervous or just horny, which in this case you were to the extreme.

“i-I just can’t stop thinking about your face between m-“

“here?” he cut you off, when his hands pulled your legs apart in a swift motion and his fingers dipped down inside your panties. He could feel the wetness of your socked panties on the back of his hand as he slowly draws circle on your throbbing clit. Your hand gripping his wrist as you spread your legs further apart allowing him more access.

“Yes, fuck I wanna feel your beard on my skin while you eat me out baby. Wanna feel you so good in me tonight.” You moaned as the car stopped at another red signal, the one just before you exits the main road for you house and this time he couldn’t control his eagerness so leaning over he grabs the back of your neck and hides his face in it, kissing the gentle skin with roughness and impatience.

His teeth dug in your skin, biting and nipping gently causing you to let you head fall on the window as his hand rubs your pussy and lips kisses your neck.

Oh how amazing it felt feeling the scruffiness of his beard on your skin. Just like you wanted.

“shit” Chris muttered under his breath when he heard the car behind honk, probably because he didn’t pay attention when the red turned green and he raced the car down the room stopping straight at your big driveway. And the way from the porch of the house all the way to the bedroom was a complete rush. With clothes discarded on the floor and your mouth attached together not breaking apart to even breath he pushed you up against the wall of your bedroom.

Hands held on your either side his lips left yours leaving you breathless to make their way down from your jawline to the crook of your neck. His facial hair did tickle you ever so then but again the rubbing of it against your supple skin felt amazing and you could feel yourself dripping down a little with the arousal.

His hands that were holding yours now supported your bum as he lifted you up with you wrapping your legs around his waist. Your front rubbing against his belly probably smudging your wetness around his, you enjoyed the feeling of it while lasted before he threw you on the bed and his body hovered you the second within.

“Gonna eat that fucking pussy so good baby” he said as he eyed your body with those lusty eyes but soon he had to break his gaze when he felt you pull him down by his dangling necklace.

“I want you to eat me until I tell you to stop” You whispered against his ear and boy he felt his dick twitch. And your wish was his command, so his lips made their way down your neck to your perched up nipples. Grabbing your right titty in his hand he rolled it against his palm while his lips suckled on your left nipple. His eyes closed breathing heavy as he lets go of it and attacks the other pebble hard nipple.

His warm tongue felt amazing on your sensitive buds while it flicked and rolled your nipple around making your arch your back. Hands grabbing his soft brown hair pushing his head down to where you needed the most making him chuckle as he placed tinny kisses down the way to your pussy.

“eager little slut you are” he whispered and pushed your legs apart, your core glistened with the wetness that caused which made his mouth water to get a taste of that beauty. Throwing your leg over his shoulder he kissed your inner thighs softly and slowly making you roll your hips with growing impatience.

“please” you whined

“please what?”

“please tongue me, eat me out baby” you pushed his face down with any shame one your core.

Smiling to self he took a deep sniff of your aroused sex that drove him insane before laying his tongue flat against your lips, pushing through up and licking the juices up. The saliva that his tongue carried made it easier for him to glide it along your smooth skin stopping when it felt the bundle of nerve.

Knowing you and your body with like the back of his hand never failed him to find your clit. In fact he didn’t need to find it, after being together for all these years it would be shame if he didn’t.

“such a tasty cunt” he moaned against your pussy before sucking up on your clit and pulling on it until you squirmed beneath him. Pushing your hips down by his hand he held your waist as while his tongue flicks over and over against your aching core. His beard rubbing on your skin tickled it again but how could you complaint.

His lips on your cunt felt incredible. And your pussy tasted delicious on his tongue. If he could, he would eat you out every month which he possibly could.

Holding your tit in your hand you kept your eyes shut feeling the plump of his lips around your pussy until his tongue dipped inside your opening hitching your breath.

“shit baby oh my god, just like that. Tongue fuck this pussy of yours”

The words of appreciation boosted his ego like a rocket and his tongue paced up. Dipping in and out and then slurping the juices off your pussy soon to be replaced by long slender finger that stretch you out deliciously.

Feeling your tight silky walls against his fingers as he pumped them in keeping his mouth on your core he felt the growing neediness in himself, as much he wanted to taste your sweet cum on his tongue dripping down his chin and slurp every drop of it, he also wanted to put his hard dick inside you and fuck until you cannot walk.

So detaching himself from your cunt (which was a bit sad for him) he was once again pulled down by you attaching your lips on him, tasting your own sweet self. You knew he wanted to fuck you, you knew his dick was probably aching by now with hardness so you pumped his shaft from in between your bodies before lining himself in front of you.

“nuh huh, slut gets the rough way” and with that he flipped you over on your belly and held your hips up, basically face down ass up and without a further word he pushed himself inside of you.

Grabbing you by your waist he thrusted inside you moving your body to match his rhythm as you did. His every thrust outstretch you so gracefully as he licked his hand and across your thigh placed it on your clit so he could rub the nerve bud.

“You feel so good oh my god” he moaned rocking his hips forward into yours as you kept your face hidden in the pillow, your tits bouncing with ever push he gave you. It wasn’t later than that when you felt the coil in your stomach burning up, he did leave you before without a release so it was no shame that you felt yourself on the edge of within 15 minutes of his dick inside you.

And even Chris was close, the soft cushiony walls and the continuous clenches squeezed and warmed his cock making his toe curls as he lowered himself against your back kissing your shoulder. You knew he was close, the minute he starts softening up from all dom that’s the time he his about to cum.

So taking in the sign you gave him a one hard clench followed up by his rough push that hit your G-spot to the utter level of pleasure that your legs trembled and soon you were coming undone with him. His cum dripped down your thigh as he laid on top on your back not pulling out, enjoying the now innocent moment of intimacy with the person he loves.

“I’m never shaving again”

“Bold of you to assume you were even allowed to”

[wolf-knights]

Meeting again

A/N: this is the first part of this series, and I wanted to add a little bit of Instagram au to this so let me know what you think of it. Also let me know if I should add a face to the reader in future parts of this series. Also the songs used in this series will not be mine.

Mentions: drinking, I think that's the only warning is this one. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE OR UNDER THE AGE OF 18. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT. If there's any warning I left out please let me know.

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therealy/n-l/n spending the last day before going to boston, with ash (btw he looks really annoyed with me in the second one)

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y/nfan4 ash content!!

troyesivan can't wait to see on the tour ❤️

therealy/n-l/n same here babes <3

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That was yesterday here you were now going to the airport, you walk to the departure lounge to wait for your flight, you would be going to boston after a very long time. The nerves had started kicking in seeing your old college friends would be way more nerve racking, they had found out through chirs that you would be in Boston for awhile. For some it might be weird that you and Chris are still on good terms even after your break up at end of college but that was probably the only good thing that came from your breakup with him, that you were still considered good friends. But something was worrying you, both you and chris haven't seen each other since you moved.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You lay in the bed after taking a shower, you put on something on your laptop only to pause it halfway when you get a message from chris.

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you lay back with sigh your brain was going off. Chris would always text you when you wouldn't ever since your break up you had tried to move on from him but you both made it so hard. You tried dating but no one was like chris basically chris was your that love, the one that you could never get over no matter how hard you tried. You take a deep breath and get up from your bed and grab your song notebook starting to write whatever was coming in your brain pouring all your feelings into it without noticing everything you wanted to let out was written on the paper.

You wake up to a loud banging on your door "y/n! Get your ass up" you quickly register that's voice as charlie's "I'm up!" you get up and open the door letting them in "I'll get changed."you whisper as vivien hugs you, you grab a comfortable outfit as you were going to change when you get to the concert arena anyway. You quickly get ready and you all head to the concert arena. As you arrive the bodyguards surrounded you all as your fans had already started to get there.

As you all go in and go the backstage to practice some of your songs before the concert started "you look distracted n/n" vivien says as she adjusts her drum set "um I'm fine just got little sleep." "you sure?" charlie asks "yeah had a song idea we can practice later." you say as you fix your guitar and the microphone. People were starting to file in while you all were backstage getting ready.

All of you go out and take your place "thank you all for coming here, I saw that some of you all have come from farther places so thank you..." you say into that mic "it's been a while since I have been here and there are a lot of people I'm happy to see here" you stop as your eyes move around the crowd stopping at someone you hoped won't be here, Chris. Your eyes stop on him for a while but he was talking to someone beside him, you take a deep breath before continuing "uh um so yeah... We will be singing half a heart." you say and look at vivien and charlie

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So your friends been telling me

You been sleeping with my sweater

And that you can't stop missing me

Bet my friends been telling you

I'm not doing much better

'Cause I'm missing half of me

And being here without you

Is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky

Kind of there but not quite

I'm walking round with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you

I'm half a man at best

With half an arrow in my chest

I miss everything we do

I'm half a heart without you

Forget all we said that night

No, it doesn't even matter

'Cause we both got split in two

If you could spare an hour or so

We'll go for lunch down by the river

We can really talk it through

And being here without you

Is like I'm waking up to

Only half a blue sky

Kind of there but not quite

I'm walking round with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you

I'm half a man at best

With half an arrow in my chest

'Cause I miss everything we do

I'm half a heart without you

Half a heart without you

I'm a half a heart without you

Though I try to get you out of my head

The truth is I got lost without you

And since then I've been waking up to

Only half a blue sky (Only half a blue sky)

Kind of there but not quite

I'm walking round with just one shoe

I'm half a heart without you

I'm half a man at best (Half a man at best)

With half an arrow in my chest

I miss everything we do

I'm half a heart without you

Without you, without you

Half a heart without you

Without you, without you

I'm half a heart without you

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After the first half of the song charlie and vivian join you, occasionally you would make eye contact with Chris and everytime you looked at him, his look would hold the realization the words in the song held but he quickly pushed those thoughts away.

As the concert ends and you go back stage you check your phone to see a message from chris asking if you were up for drinks to which you agreed as vivien and charlie were having a date night that would probably end with you having to leave the hotel. You head to your hotel room to get changed before heading to the bar chris had told you about. Chris was at the door waiting for you which you freaked about a little but calmed yourself walking over to him "chris?"you say and he turns around with his beautiful smile "well look at you beautiful" chris says as he hugs you which you return "thank you" you say with a blush "let's get inside everybody is waiting for you."he says and you both get into the bar, everyone of your college friends were there. Everyone introduced their partners "you two are the only one left single." Luke says as you take a sip of your drink "you are forgetting you used to be single and a sad one at that which we are not" chris says as he puts one of his hand behind you on the couch "are you sure y/n is not a sad single, look at his songs." which offended you a little "they are not all sad!" you say as you look at him he looks back with a "are you sure" look "you know what in the next concert I'm going to show you." you say with a smirk. "I can't wait!" Luke says back until his partner asks him to dance as some of your other friends were dancing. You sit back with chris until chris clears his throat "um mom found out that you were going to be here, she wanted to see you, so I was thinking how about tomorrow." to which you smile "I would love to see her again." you say.

You had a feeling that this trip is going to be different then your previous ones for many reasons but you pushed those feelings aside as you started to think about meeting chris's mum again. She is a sweet woman you really liked you. It seemed like you had your tomorrow planed.

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Tags: @bunnylover45 @chrisevansxmalereader @ghostking4m

Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. As always love you all and I hope you have a good day/night.

[evanjinx]

its 1am and i can't stop thinking about how buck is definitely a fan of musicals

[twittytelly]

I should probably have one of these masterlist things

Chris Evans

An Act of Aggression

Practise Makes Perfect

Disney Drabbles (Ongoing)

The Morning After

Ask Me Properly

Steve Rogers

Bandstands and Daydreams

What Happens in Vegas Does Not Stay in Vegas

The Snuggliest of Traps

Colin Shea

An Unexpected Gain (Completed Series)

Visual Fixation

First Snow, First Kiss

Bucky Barnes

What Christmas is About

Jake Jensen

My Girl

Nick Vaughn

Together Is A Beautiful Place To Be

Jake Wyler

Headcanon: A New Start

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[imaginestuffs]

ABOUT YOU? -CATWS Cast x Platonic reader

Word count:858

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Summary: the 'Winter Soldier' cast describes their youngest cast mate (the reader)

"A few things that would describe (y/n), oh wow ok there are a lot." Sebastian said. 

"Anthony you go first I'm still narrowing things down." He spoke up again. The interviewer chuckled before turning their attention to Anthony. 

"Well, that girl is crazy. She is extremely funny and very witty. Really hard working when it comes to acting and her college work we're all proud of her for that." Sebastian nodded his head in agreement. 

"When she reads scripts she gets really into it. She read a part in the newest script and we all of a sudden just hear this loud gasp and turn to see her with a hand over her mouth. She is very dramatic without the purpose of being dramatic. She also loves to compliment people on anything. If she think someone looks extra happy she has a huge smile on her face and tells them they look beautiful. She's a sweet girl and we all love her." Anthony finished up his answer. 

"That's amazing I'm really excited to meet her." The interviewer spoke once again. 

"Sebastian, what do you think?" 

"Yeah like Anthony said, she's nothing less than a sweetheart. Her kindness is seemingly endless. Honestly, I don't know how she does it all the time. Even when people are unkind to her she will always be kind to them. She's the youngest cast member at just 20 years old. She doesn't seem like that, she is mature for her age. She takes things seriously when they need to be and takes criticism well. Of course she's silly and fun but when she needs to she gives her best. It's amazing really. She tends to be hard on herself, which we all can be but with her it hurts to see more than you would think. When you see her like that it just proves how strong she is. Going through that, while dealing with college, work, and just daily life she pulls through and it's amazing to know her." He finishes with a smile. The interviewer smiled brightly at them both and concluded their time together. 

Then it was time for Chirs Evans and Scarlett to answer the question. 

"So what are a few things to describe (y/n)?" 

"There are so many things to say about her wow. She's an inviting and welcoming person. When you first meet her she can be a bit shy but she isn't one of those people who will keep quiet as a mouse. She'll be soft spoken but you'd never feel unwelcome with her. You know her when she opens up more she is not as afraid to really have a one on one conversation. She actually loves them. Being able to ask someone about their day or how their life is going. She doesn't just hear what you're saying, she listens to you. She just cares so much for the people around her." Chris paused and Scarlett took a chance to speak. 

"It's true she will never not give her best to understand someone. She's so young but understands and knows a lot more than you would think." She said, 

"Yeah she always gives her best and puts everything she has into everything she does. It's not an easy thing to do a lot of the time but she does it. She sends us letters all the time. Like actually handwritten letters and sends them to us. She writes poetry and the first thing you read in every letter is a new poem she's written. It's always exciting when I find one in my mail. I love her so much." Chris finishes. 

"(Y/n) has one of the biggest hearts. She always does things for others to get a smile from them. All she wants is for people to be happy. She never forgets special occasions whether it be a birthday or even just a silly holiday she's prepared for it. On set when we first began filming she heard that Sebastian's birthday was coming up. Keep in mind we all just met her. She baked him a cake, got him a little card and a gift. She didn't know what he would like so she went to Chris to ask.

She ended up getting him a vintage comic signed by Stan Lee. She also went around set to each of us and asked for a video of each of us saying Happy birthday and stuff. She compiled it all together and played it for him. That was one of his happiest days on set. She almost cried when he thanked her for it. She loves to see people so happy and knowing she did that for them. She's just the sweetest. We all love her like she's a little sister." Scarlett ended her little speech and smiled. 

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The video ended and you had tears in your eyes at their kind words. A fan had sent you that video and after a hard day you decided to watch it. You missed everyone and it really struck a chord, you made sure to send each of them a text reminding them how much you loved them.

[sebsgirl71479]

Okay everyone July is coming upon us and that means my birthday is coming up. I have a challenge for some of you. Write a small one shot or drabble staring myself and either Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes or Chirs Evans/Steve Rogers. If you want to make it a reader fic thats fine as well. You all have until July 13th to post or submit your stories. My birthday is July 14th. I will announce the winner on the 15th and repost the fic for 2 weeks straight. I will tag bloggers to this and those of you who want to add more to this challenge by all means tag them as well. I hope this gains some traction because I love all my Marvel Fandom freaks. If you want to know more about me let me know 🤪

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[ilovefandoms102]

Secrets

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader

Summary: This is a request from my love @sunwardsss​ : Secretly getting married to Chris and your relationship and marriage is only revealed to the public when Chris goes onto a talk show like Jimmy Fallon and forgets to take his wedding ring off...

Note: Hope you guys enjoy this I love writing for this man so please keep sending requests I’m trying to get to all of them so thank you for being so patient!

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Chris was doing an interview with Jimmy Fallon today...

Jimmy welcomed him on the show, and of course pointed something out on Chris’s left ring finger.

“What’s that there pal?” Jimmy asked, pointing towards the ring.

Chris looked and his eyes widened, cheeks flushed, and he had an internal panic. He had been in a secret relationship with you for over five years now, married for two of those five years. 

You didn’t want to come forward with your relationship due to the fact that you weren’t sized like most celebrity women. You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the hate and didn’t want that to put a strain on yours and Chris’s relationship. 

“Well...I guess I can’t hide this anymore. I-I’m married.” Chris revealed, chuckling slightly as the audience gasped.

“What?! And how long has this been going on?! When were you even dating oh my god Chris!?” Jimmy exclaimed, banging on his desk.

“I know, I know we were very good at keeping this a secret for over five years now.” Chris chuckled.

“FIVE YEARS?!” Jimmy shouted, the audinece going insane.

“Yep, she’s amazing...I love her more than anything and couldn’t imagine my life without her.” Chirs smiled, glancing down at his ring remembering that day.

“Can we see her?” Jimmy questioned, the audience begging.

“I-well I’m not sure she’d be okay with that, so maybe another time. We like our privacy.” Chris stuttered, and what he said was true.

You loved being in your little bubble, just you, him, and Dodger. It was the most peaceful life, and you wouldn’t change it for anything. 

“It’s just...you know she’s the one thing I have to myself that I don’t have to share to the world, and we really like that. Being in the spotlight for so long, you know I’ve had to share every aspect of myself with the world, but with her it’s different.” Chris revealed, Jimmy nodding along.

“Totally get you man, well I’m so happy for you and I wish you and your wife a lifetime of happiness.” Jimmy spoke sincerely, patting Chris on the shoulder.

“Thank you Jimmy, means a lot man.” Chris smiled.

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[avengeher]

Brave Little One. Part 3. (Rogers/Reader).

Summary: The one where Captain America refuses to sign the accords and the ink of your signature was practically already drying on the page.

Pairing: Steve/Reader (female pronouns)

Words: 1800+

A/N: I am so nervous about this one because I don’t know if I like it ahhhhhhhhhhh but anyway, here we go! Thanks for reading xxxx

(Part 1) (Part 2)

Natasha picked up on your fifth call; you and Steve standing in the street not far from where you saw her, thankfully, chatting with a man from the summit.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you yeah me, I thought you were dead.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes love, I’m fine. I got lucky.” You watched her look around, glancing for where you and Steve stood incognito. “I know how much Barnes means to you.” She wasn’t talking to you now, she was talking to the eavesdropping Steve who could hear her clearly with his stupid serum enhancements. “I really do, but stay home or you’ll make this worse for all of us, please.”

“Are you saying you’ll arrest me?”

“No but someone will if you interfere. That’s how it works now.”

“If he’s this far gone Nat, I should be the one to bring him in.” He tried. She sighed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m the least likely to die trying.” Your heart skipped a beat at that thought. He stopped the call, tossing your phone in the trash - rude but okay - as he connected hands with you. You went to reenter the cafe where Sam was waiting for the both of you but instead were pulled into a tight hug, and you completely melted into him.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s all been moving so quickly, we haven’t had a moment just by ourselves.” He pulled back, brushing a piece of hair from your face as he gave you that broken grin of his. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Scared as shit, but I’m okay.” You kissed him quickly, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just needed a moment with you to breath.” Your heart shuttered in your chest. You had to tell him, right now. If you didn’t, it would all just blow up in your face so you had to tell him right now. You opened your mouth, ready to watch your relationship fall to pieces but Sam caught his eye over your shoulder as he inclined his head to a waiting Sharon Carter. Fuck.

Sharon didn’t explain exactly how she got the information, just slid a folder in front of you with a single statement: “you’re gonna have to hurry, we have orders to shoot on sight.”

-

You had been searching for the Winter Soldier for a year, there was no way you were going to let Steve go by himself and potentially lose his best friend because you weren’t there to help. At least that’s what you told yourself. Truth was, you knew your deception could only last so long because he was about to be a fugitive of the state and you wholeheartedly agreed with the accords. You had let it go on too long as it was, especially because he thought you were in this together as always. You just had to be positive the accords were what you wanted, more than you wanted Steve because unfortunately, this time you couldn’t have both.

Sam took the high ground, perched on top of the building for a ‘bird’s eye view’ as he liked to put it while you stood on rooftop near the back of the building. You looked for all the world like a graffiti artist, no weapons in sight because you, well, were the weapon. It really helped the whole incognito thing. So far so good, nothing but a slight crackle from Steve’s mic to let you know he was in the same room as Bucky now and your heart sang for him. He had lost his other person, the only one who remembered the Steve before the serum and before the ice, and aliens, and robots. Now he was finding a version of his old friend who was still the same age as him.

“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces, approaching from the south.” You turned your attention that way, watching as they fanned out to begin their search. Shit. “They've set the perimeter.” Steve was still radio silent. “They're entering the building!”

“Geez Steve,” You mumbled to yourself, “at least acknowledge us somehow.”

“They're on the roof. I'm compromised.” Steve’s comm crackled to life as you tried your best to continue to be nonchalant, even as the fighting started in your ears from Sam’s side. “Five,” Sam breathed, “Three, breach, breach, breach!”

Then it was on, grenades crashing through windows and the sounds of explosions but you didn’t dare interfere. If you were to go in there now, you’d be a liability. Steve would focus on you rather then the current objective and that wouldn’t help anyone.

“Baby, he’s headed your way!” You jumped, hearing Steve speak to you directly. Next thing you knew a black bag was landing to your left and a full, grown ass man was hurtling out the window and rolling onto the ledge.

“What the actual fuck, you’re just as reckless as Steve!” You admonished. Bucky met your eyes, recognizing you for a moment as he skid to a stop.

“You’re his girl.” He stated. Before you could respond, a man in a literal, honest to goodness cat suit went flying over the ledge and headed straight for Bucky who took off at lightning speed.

“Steve, we got an unidentified man in a freaking cat suit with little ears and everything, I’m not kidding!” You followed in pursuit, thankful that element control meant you could control the wind enough to make you levitate over the ground and ‘fly’ because these guys were quick and you’d been skipping leg day.

“Sam, southwest rooftop!”

“On my way, who’s the other guy?”

“Bout to find out!” You clocked Steve landing behind you, easily covering the distance as the cat-man and Bucky begin to fight. The shadow of a helicopter flew overheard, raining down bullets and you form a wall of rock to keep them from hitting. One slips through, bouncing off cat dude like it was nothing but giving Bucky enough time to escape claws of doom.

“Sam!” You call out, dropping your shield and joining Steve in pursuit of them once more. “Helicopter. Please.”

“Got it!” He sets the chopper off course, giving you enough time to get out of the way before they started firing again. What in the actual fuck was going on right now.

“Steve are they headed for the -.”

“Freeway? Yeah.” You groaned, landing from your hover as you both began to jump over cars and bringing a whole new meaning to parkour.

“Cover me.” He got your gist, grabbing your arm and propelling you a few cars up as he deterred the others from hitting you. You ripped the door open, smiling softly at the shocked male cop chasing down the rogue Bucky. “Sorry about this.”

You tossed him out, Steve grasping his arm and depositing him safely - minus a few bumps and bruises - before hopping into the passenger seat as Steve took the drivers.

“Okay, I have to tell you something right now because I am 100% afraid we are going to get murdered by psycho Hello Kitty and rogue cops.” You yelled, grasping onto the handle above the door as Steve took curves at mock 40. You glanced over at him, receiving a nod of approval and you shut your eyes tightly, begging yourself not to cry because you were literally in the middle of a fight.

“I’m going to sign the accords.” He slammed on the brakes, narrowly dodging a police car as he slid through a small gap all while looking at you in utter shock. “It’s the right thing to do Steve and you would agree if it weren’t for Bucky.”

“Are you kidding me?” Steve yelled, and you shied away. Steve never yelled at you. “What, a man’s life doesn’t matter to you? The fact that this is just an easy way for governments to have access to an elite team of enhanced humans and aliens alike to do their bidding doesn’t bother you? Bad guys won’t just go away because we do.”

“But we hurt people Steve, civilian people who don’t deserve it!”

“And how many do we save in the process? We’re not perfect. I’m not saying we’re remotely close but for fuck’s sake,” He exclaimed, eyes tearing up as he looked at you. “I’m doing this for more than Bucky, but you? You’re doing it to assuage your guilt in some misguided notion that you can atone for something you didn’t mean to do, and put any future mistakes onto someone else while ignoring taking responsibility for what you’ve already done.”

Your mouth dropped open, eyes wide as he dared to say you were trying to blame other people for what your abilities did. Were you guilty? Yeah, you’d fucked up long before you met Steve and continued to do so now but were you trying to blame someone else for it? No, because you could never do that - not when you knew how bad it hurt to carry it on your shoulders.

He didn’t flinch though, eyes unwavering on the road in front of him because even if he did feel bad for that last remark, he couldn’t take back anything else he said. He believed every word he uttered to you. A thud hit the back of your car, cat-man at it again as he clung on for dear life.

“Sam,” Steve cleared his throat to rid the anger, “I can’t shake this guy.”

“Right behind you.”

Sam swooped in, grabbing the man up but you watched in horror as he climbed Sam like a tree. Rubble started to fall around you and Steve grabbed your hand with one of his. You met his gaze slowly, fear in your eyes as you wondered how much hatred you’d see there.

“When I say jump, you jump.”

He might be on the opposing side of this now but you still trusted him more than anyone, as hurt by his words as you were. He wouldn’t let anything kill you though, so you steeled yourself for whatever he was about to do. Rubble had fallen in front of the exit, beginning to block it but Steve wasn’t slowly down and your palms started to sweat. He was going to hit it head on. The tip of the hood smacked into the rock, right as he yelled for you to jump. You both went out the driver’s side door, him lifting you over the rock as you used a gust of wind to propel you both out.

He kept running but you turned on your heel, hands out in front of you to catch falling rocks that could easily kill people if they were hit. The sirens blaring behind you told you the running was over for now, that you were about the have to surrender so you lowered the granite and turned to face the music. The cat-man’s mask was off and you recognized him as the man Nat was talking with earlier as Steve stood to Bucky's side and Rhodey pointed hand rays at both sides.

“Walk over here slowly, no funny movements.” Rhodey commanded you and you rolled your eyes as a chest ray trained on your shirt. “I mean it.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Steve sighed, giving you the most heartbroken look you had ever seen in your life, “She’s on your side.”

Brave Little One story Tags: @curlycals

[iloveart06]

Hi there. Can I request a Chris Evans x male reader fic, where the reader is filming a movie in another city and is really missing chris and is upset that he won't be home for halloween with Chris. That night when they are talking, Chirs doesn't tell the reader that he is going to guest star in the movie. So the next day when the reader goes to the set he sees Chris and just gets really happy and when they get back to their room smut ensues (sub reader) and can you please add orgasm control as a kink. Sorry if this is too specific and if you don't feel comfortable writing it it's okay. Thank you ❤️

Sure😊☺

[kissme-hs]

𝒩𝑒𝓌-𝐵𝑒𝑒 {𝒸.𝑒}

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I wrote, I’ve been fucking busy with exams and final semester but ya girl is done now so expect fics often. You can always request or if you just want to talk don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask! Here’s a little something based off the following request :)

Anonymous asked:  Chris Evans one shot chris family visits in quarantine after you guys just had your baby girl and it’s just cute watching chris mom cry thanking them for an beautiful grand baby! so the reader hugs her and it’s just cute

Warnings: None. Dad! Chris and bunch of fluff.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem! Reader

Being blessed by a baby girl was everything for you both. Chris always wanted to be a father and ever since you gave birth to your little princess about two weeks ago Chris hasn’t stopped being grateful to you. Every morning he’ll wake up before you, make you tea just the way you like, cut you fruits and bring you in bed. Man didn’t even let you move a single thing. He wanted you to rest as much as you could. Even though the baby was delivered normally and by the grace of god it all went rather smoothly, Chris just wanted you to not worry about anything.

“Good morning baby” He chirped entering your shared bedroom. The smell of the spice tea filling up your nostrils as you stretch your arms, opening your eyes the first thing that came in view was your loving husband, standing there holding the tray. He wore a pink t-shit and a pair of sweats, the reflection of the t-shirt tinting the apple of his now shaved cheeks, after the birth of the newborn Chris immediately shaved his perfect fluffy beard because he read in one of the books that facial hair could irritate the sensitive skin of the baby. And no being able to give his sweetheart a kiss was the last thing he’d want. Seemed like 2010’s Chris era was back.

“Morning husband” you smiled sitting up to which Chris responded by setting the tray on side table and supporting your back with the palm of his hand. A soft chuckle left your mouth as you shook your head. Dad Chris was definitely extra caring and loving. Kissing your forehead Chris walked over to his side of the bed and put the tray on his lap.

“You know I’m feeling normal now baby, besides just a little soreness in my boobs” you smiled running your fingers through his soft hair and cupping his cheek, feeling the radiating warmth of you palm against his skin Chris nuzzled his nose further in the plushy skin of your hand.

“Hmm let me spoil you honey; you’ve given me the greatest gift of all. Please let me take care of you”

“But sweetness you already take care of both of us, though I might have given birth to our new one, I can never forget my first big baby” You said making his laugh out loud as he brings you closer by your chin and places a sweet long kiss on your lips.

“I love you”

“I love you too” you whispered against his lips before pulling away. His eyes sparked with the new responsibility that just came over him few days ago. Not wanting it to go away ever you remembered the day you told him you were pregnant.

“So, do you want to take break now or after the baby is born?” you asked him closing your book s he froze in track while getting under the covers of the comfortable soft bed.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean the parenting leave baby, munchkin is all set in mama’s belly” you smiled wide as you placed his hand over your belly biting your lower lip waiting for his reply. And not to your shock, his eyes instantly teared up as he attacked you with a big hug, sobbing softly in your neck making you tear up yourself. Chris always desired a family and now it was all happening, he was going to be a dad.

Pulling away he wiped his tears and lifted your t-shirt up to reveal where your love rested safely, not showing yet. He pressed his lips to the soft skin and closed his eyes letting his lips linger for a few seconds.

“Hi bubba, daddy is never leaving your side. He’ll be here now and after you’re born. I love you already my sweet love”

The memories still remained fresh after 10 months.

After a while you finished and even though you told him you were, he insisted to go clean the place and then start preparing lunch before Lisa, his mother arrives to visit the newborn. Giving in knowing the man would do what he wants regardless, you let him do so. Once you took a shower and got ready you went to your daughter’s room who was wide awake sucking on her fist probably because she was hungry.

Cooing you picked the little bundle of happiness and brought her downstairs where her father was busy stirring the sauce for now almost ready meatballs. With apron tied around his waist, his backing facing you as you stood there admiring him with your daughter in your arms. Post pregnancy emotions were no good than the previous once you had while the baby was still in the womb. Seeing his arms flexing with every move and his perfect round ass through the grey sweatpants made your mouth water. Only if you were granted the permission to have sex by your doctor, the head you would’ve given the man.

“Smells good sexy” You said walking over to him and slapping his peachy ass.

“Hey outta kitchen. You know you girls aren’t allowed inside for a few days baby” He said washing his hands and wiping with the hand towel he had placed on his shoulder before softly pushing you out of the kitchen until you were in the living room.

“babe come on, we just wanted some daddy time!! Right peaches?” you kissed your daughter’s nose which she instantly scrunched with the cold contact of your lips with his warms nose making Chris laugh. Bending down he kissed his baby’s forehead and then pecked your lips before the doorbell caught your attention.

“Mum’s here” He announced marching towards the door and engulfing his mother in a big warm hug. Walking over to her you did the same followed by Lisa rushing to wash her hands and taking the little one from your arms. Her heart filling up with adoration and love looking down upon her grandchild. You smiled softly at your mother-in-law before leading her to the living room where she could get comfortable and warm by the fireplace.

Out of all the months new bee decided to join the family in midst November in heavy snow. But you were glad, you would celebrate the Christmas as a family of three.

“She’s beautiful sweetheart” Lisa smiled as the little one wrapped her fingers around her granny’s index while she was being fed. Once you all finished your lunch it was time for the baby so here you were all four settled, comfy in front of the fireplace and crackling wood with soft music in the back.

“Thank you Ma” you said before placing the baby on your shoulder to burp her after she you’re your nipple getting sleepy. Her eyes dropping close.

“Here, I’ll burp her and put her to bed” Chris said standing up from his comfort and taking the baby from your arms before placing her on his shoulder and rubbing her back and making his way over to her room. The soft sound of Chris humming could be heard down the hallway. You were too busy in appreciating the man when the muffled sniffles caught your attention. Lisa wiped her tears with her thumb as you rubbed her back.

“Mum you okay?”

“Yes honey, just overwhelmed. I cannot thank you enough darling. You’ve made my son the happiest he’s ever been” she smiled cupping your cheek and placing a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes picked up tears with the motherly love she radiated. And now becoming a mother yourself, you understood how much your child’s happiness matters.

“No ma, I love your son to death to not give him what he deserves” You smiled pulling the old lady in a hug kissing her cheek.

“He’s all I ever wanted”

[unnuevosoltransformalarealidad]

Perfect

Title: Perfect Summary: You were tired of flirting with Chris, one of you needed to do something. Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Prompt: #7 “To me, you are perfect” (Love Actually) // #8 “I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed” (Love Actually) Warnings: Fluff, teasing, bad writing. Prompts are bolded and in italics Word Count: 634 This was written for the Merry Hoemas Challenge of @amythedvdhoarder @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes @pumpkin-and-pine and @starlightcrystalline A/N: I wrote this during my working hours. Don’t tell my boss! I hope you like it, enjoy the reading

^

Chirs and you had been friends for at least ten years, maybe more. You two were made for each other, but neither of you was brave enough to admit the feelings because you were too afraid to ruin the amazing friendship you had. And in the end, either of you was coming back to the other. The people around both of you were getting annoyed because of your behavior. They had to intervene.

A few days before Christmas, your other best friend Scott, invited you to the Christmas Party that his family was hosting. You were grateful to the Evans family for the invitation, they were your second family.  

On the day of the party you decided to wear something nice and comfortable, it wasn’t a big party, but it was your best friend’s party and you certainly wanted to impress him. You went wearing a two-part skirt and top with white sneakers, you weren’t in the mood for high heels -Well… Look at you — Scott said — Trying to impress someone? — he smirked -Yes, me — you chuckled and hugged him -I’m glad you came — Scott said -Yeah, me too — Chris said from behind -Hey Chris! It’s good to see you — you said -I’m so happy to see you, beautiful — he said and hugged you. Scott giving you a knowing face from the back. You had to roll your eyes, Chris kissed your cheek before leaving you —  Enjoy the party babe Scott looked at you surprised -What the hell has just happened? -I'm just as surprised as you are. It seemed that you'll have to do what he said -Scott? What did you do? — you asked but he was out of the view. What the hell did I get into? You thought.

Throughout the dinner and afterward, Chris kept glancing at you suggestively. You were getting uncomfortable because of Chris, he was doing it on purpose. After a few minutes, your phone buzzed

CE: nervous sweetheart? YN: whatever you're planning, stop it. It's not funny CE: I'm not planning anything love. I just want to make sure you're enjoying your stay YN: Well, you're making it too uncomfortable CE: I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean it

He kept calling you with pet names and you weren’t buying it.  Close to midnight, Chris came towards you with a serious face, he looked like he was mad. -What is wrong with you pretty boy? — You asked -Nothing. Why?  -Well, change your face. You have a beautiful smile, you should wear it more often — You said and kissed his cheek Chris grabbed your hand after the kiss, but you didn’t have any intention to stay near him -I’ll just be hanging around the mistletoe, hoping to be kissed — you said and left him alone Right after you left, Scott appeared and saw Chris’s face, he had to intervene -Don’t be a coward, Chris — Scott fed up — Go after her — he encouraged Chirs went after you, and as you mentioned, you were near the mistletoe -Y/N/N — Chris called you -What’s this? — you asked -What? — He was confused -Us — you motioned with your hand to each other — I can’t keep pretending — you sighed -Then don’t -One of us is going to end up hurt — you admitted -Y/N/N — Chris called you again -What? -To me, you are perfect — he kissed you passionately as his life depended on it When you broke the kiss, you were smiling. You couldn’t believe what has just happened -You have no idea how long I’ve waited for it — you said -I know, believe me, because I’ve waited far too long — he said and kissed you again.

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[luninosity]

So I was looking for my notes for the final Like Sugar chapter and CAME ACROSS THIS AMAZING THING THAT I HAVE NO MEMORY OF WRITING...

...um, you guys want some Evanstan oops-we-got-married-in-Vegas fic? from my drafts? the opening’s a bit unpolished, but it’s pretty fun.

#

It’s been a long day. A long convention, full of panels and fan breakfasts and photo ops, all fun and amazing but also, by the end of it all, exhausting. And they’ve both been trying so hard (or at least Sebastian has; he knows Chris doesn’t feel the same, knows they’re friends, just friends, always friends) not to smile at Chris too much, not to touch Chris too much, not to lean into Chris during photos too much and bask in that solid laughing good-guy presence. Sebastian can’t let himself feel it, not this ridiculous feeling that’s always been too much, never fading, never letting go of his heart even so many years into this shared crazy ride;  and so, when Mackie suggests they all go on some sort of Vegas bar crawl to let off steam, Sebastian says yes.

And then Chris says yes. So do a few other people, but Sebastian loses track promptly. Because it’s Chris, always Chris, he’s looking at. It’s Chris’s voice he focuses on, goofy and serious and Boston-bright, especially after a couple (more than a couple) beers. It’s Chris who smiles at him, quick and warm, and then hands him another drink, having noticed Sebastian’s finished the previous one.

Their fingers brush. Sebastian aches with want. He tosses back half the drink. His eyes water, briefly.

They’re all happy and tipsy and wandering toward yet another bar (”It’s cowboy-themed!” proclaims Paul Rudd, a man on a mission) when they spot it.

A chapel. A wedding chapel.

Sebastian stares at it. It stares back, garishly merry, hinting at so many improbable marriage plots. And Sebastian’s a writer, okay. He knows about stories and set-ups. He says so aloud, to the chapel: “I know what you’re trying to do!”

The chapel doesn’t respond to this accusation, sadly. Sebastian takes Mackie’s drink, which has rum and a pineapple slice in it, and drinks some of it.

Chris sees the chapel too.  And says, “Stories?”

“Not important,” Sebastian mumbles, glaring at neon, wishing Chris wouldn’t ask or would bend him into a sweeping fairytale kiss right here on the spot. Neither is an option.

Chris says, loudly and with surprising intent, “You think Steve and Bucky ever, y’know, ever...like...on the battlefield, to, to...”

“Be each other’s next of kin?” Seb says. “Yeah, yeah, that, and...and they’re, y’know...they’re each other’s...”

“Everything!” Chris says. “Each other’s everything! Like...they should totally be married!”

“So...” Sebastian says. “So we should! Y’know. For them!” (And it won’t be real, of course: Chris is talking about Steve and Bucky, not himself and Sebastian, and it won’t ever be real, but Seb’s tipsy enough to want to pretend, to walk through the motions, just for one moment. Besides, Steve and Bucky TOTALLY deserve a ceremony.)

“For Steve and Bucky!” Chris yells, arm draped over Sebastian’s shoulder.

 Which is how they end up drunkenly swearing eternal love at two in the morning in front of a man dressed like Elvis. Sebastian’s holding bright pink plastic flowers because Anthony Mackie - also quite drunk and finding everything hilarious - shoved them at him. Chris is somehow holding rings, gold and simple and bought on the spot. Chris has on a clip-on bow tie, which is crooked, because Paul Rudd for some reason had one in a pocket. Sebastian didn’t ask why.

 He reaches out, an impulse, and tries to straighten the bow tie. Hopeless, between his clumsy fingers and Chris giggling and the cheap clip-on nature of it. But Chris gives him a sloppy fond brilliant smile anyway. “Seb.”

 “Chris.”

 “Sebastian. Seb.”

 “Still me, yeah...”

 “So sweet,” Chris murmurs, and Sebastian’s stomach lurches, though that might be the rum and vodka of the night. Or it might be the hurt: knowing that Chris doesn’t mean any of this, wouldn’t be here if it weren’t a ridiculous joke, a Vegas story to tell, about Steve and Bucky and some sort of symbolism. Not real. They’re not actually getting married. Got to remember that.

 It’s hard, when Chris’s eyes are so bright and blue and alcohol-intent and focused right on Seb’s face. When Chris takes both of Sebastian’s hands in his and says, voice a low Boston-kissed rumble, “Always loved you, y’know. Always...always have. Always will. Promise. Like a vow! Y’know. Makin’ a vow to you. So smart and so sweet and so...so fuckin’ pretty...I always wanted, I just wanted, I never thought you’d--but I will, I do, I’ll be fuckin’ here for you forever. To the, the end of the line. More. Always.”

 Sebastian can’t think much, between the vodka and the wanting and the ache of hearing the words, exactly everything he’s always wanted, and the knowing they’re not for him. Chris being Steve. Loving Bucky. To the end of the line. Using that line: their characters. Not themselves.

 He manages to say the “I do,” when it’s his turn, and he starts to say, “Chris--” but can’t get another word out before Chris kisses him.

 It’s not the best kiss of his life. It’s clumsy and stubble-scratchy and flavored with beer and tequila. Chris’s hands are big and hot on his face and they pull him close and cradle his head, and Chris kisses as if aware of tipsiness but determined to give this one act, this one instant, as much focus as he can summon.

 It’s the best kiss of Sebastian’s life anyway. In every way: being swept up and subsumed and surrounded by Chris.

 He falls into it, into heat and strength and the taste of Chris’s tongue and the shape of plastic flowers being crushed between them and digging into his chest.

 Then there are more drinks. Celebratory shots. Cheers from Mackie, who is the world’s worst enabler. The night blurs and sings and hums, laced with alcohol and the presence of Chris’s hand - constantly touching Seb now, at his back, on his shoulder, holding his hand - and the unaccustomed weight of a small circle of gold on his finger.

 He doesn’t recall stumbling up to bed. He doesn’t recall how or why Mackie’s managed to get them into a honeymoon suite, though he and Chris are both giggly and loopy and Chris makes cooing noises at a rose-petal heart on the bed and Sebastian himself announces that Steve and Bucky would’ve loved it.

 He wants to suggest that Steve and Bucky would’ve taken full advantage of it, the bed and the hot tub and every surface in the room, but his tongue’s stumbling over words - especially those too-bold words, making Chris think about him and sex - and he just laughs more, helplessly, instead.

 He fumbles with his shoes. Chris comes over and makes a vague offering noise and kneels and helps yank them off. Sebastian really wants to kiss him, wants to slide down and get arms around Chris and topple them both into bed, but doesn’t have the balance or coordination for that.

 Now shoeless and flopped back on the bed, he feels Chris collapse on the mattress beside him, both of them dressed. Sebastian’s lost the flowers somewhere; Chris’s tie pops off and flies away in the direction of a table.

 He’s drifting on the verge of sleep when he feels a large arm drape itself over him, when Chris’s body tucks itself in around him, curled up as if trying to protect him, or to make sure that Seb’s still here. Chris’s nose nuzzles the back of his neck, and Chris’s voice mumbles something Sebastian can’t make out, because he’s warm and cozy and falling into sleep.

 He wakes up to the sound of someone throwing up, to a parade of supervillains in his skull, and to the scent of coffee. He lies very very still for a moment, taking stock. Bits and pieces return.

 Chris. A chapel. Flowers. Words. Rings.

 Oh god. He stares at his hand. Yep, still there. Gold and shiny, a helpful cheerful presence.

 Oh god.

 Chris stumbles out of the bathroom, pale and hung over, wincing. He’s also still dressed from the night before, rumpled and red-eyed. He’s himself, though, so his gaze goes right to Sebastian, and he gets out, “Seb...you, um, you okay?”

 Chris Evans worries about other people, even here and now, even like this. Chris is perfect. Sebastian loves him.

 He says, wincing at each word for reasons both physical and emotional, “I think I’m dead. Or dying. Did you...make coffee?”

 “You,” Chirs says. “You...you like...coffee. And then...then I had to. Sort of. Throw up a lot. Sorry.”

 Sebastian sits up gingerly. Every piece of himself protests. “You made coffee. For me.”

 “I. Uh. Yeah? There’s also water...”

 “Chris?”

 “Yeah?”

 Sebastian holds up his hand. The ring catches morning Vegas light. Shimmers. “Did we...are we...that wasn’t...was it...?”

 “Oh god.” Chris’s whole face registers shock. Exactly, in fact, like a man who’s just remembered large significant chunks of the night before. “Oh god....” He holds up his hand too. Yep, matching. “I think...”

 “We said I do,” Seb says slowly. “We had...witnesses...we signed the, y’know, the thing...you kissed me...”

 “I kissed you,” Chris whispers. Seb’s not sure why that’s the part that bears repeating, but his head’s not in any shape to make sense of it. Maybe that’s the part that horrifies Chris the most.

 “I think...” Sebastian looks at the ring, which smirks. Then up at Chris. “I think we just got married.”

[bluebellhairpin]

Spitfire

Steve Rogers X Small!Reader

A/N: I’m small. This fic is self-indulgent. I’m calling it ‘Self-Care’. I actually just want a hug from Chirs Evan but between that and writing a fic, one is much more likely to happen compared to the other. - Nemo

Summary: You’re small. Always have been and (unless you get hold of Scott’s Ant-Man suit) always will be. But that doesn't stop you from wanting to thrown hands with anyone that comes your way. You manage to shock everyone at an after-party of one of Tony’s parties, proving worth isn’t dependent on size or strength. 

Masterlist  

You’ve been small your whole life.

Your siblings say it’s an unfair advantage, due to the fact you can still hide under the bathroom sink when playing hide-and-seek.

Your father says you’re petite. That it adds to your charm. And that you’ll always be his baby even though you’re well over ‘baby’ age.

Your mother says that it makes things easy. You can still buy clothes from the teenage and children's section, and you require slightly less food. 

You agree with all of them. It’s an advantage. It’s part of your charm. And it means you can survive on less. All things that come in useful in your line of work.

Being small, you can hide in places where the enemy can find, or go places they can't follow. You can charm others into giving you information you need for people on your side. 

That, and whatever you lacked in height you made up for in spirit. 

You were fire, burning with a passion and brilliance that no one before you ever had. 

You were an Avenger, a fighter, a friend. And most importantly, you could wield Mjolnir. Not that you knew that yet. 

“You all are so funny to watch.” Thor said, having recovered from Steve’s little featurette with the mighty hammer. “Wish to have a go, (y/n)?” he asked, smiling into his cup. 

You looked over at Thor’s hammer, resting innocently on the coffee table, then looked next to you at Steve, him having returned to his seat beside you with his arm behind your shoulders on the couch. 

“Don’t see why not,” you started, letting out a lazy breath as you stood, looking around the group. “The worst I can do is look like Mr. Playboy and not lift it, right?” you said, wrapping your hand around the handle, sending a cheeky smile to Tony, then lifted Mijolnir with all you had in you.

You let out a yelp, the hammer having yielded to your grip instantly and almost colliding with your face with the force. You dropped the hammer, stepping away from it, shocked. You looked at Thor, sure his face was mirroring your shock as much if not more, then looked back at the hammer.

Steve was barely able to move the hammer, being almost as physically strong un-aides as Thor, so both Tony and Rhodey (hell even you) rode it off as him just being, well, strong enough in his own right to move it. You, however, weren’t physically strong like that, not unless you pulled a Tony and put on a Iron Man suit. The only reason you beat Steve in training was because you knew you needed to be quicker and more agile than him. 

Theoretically, Mjolnir shouldn’t have budged when you went to hold it. 

“I need another drink.” Tony said, moving to stand to go to the bar, but was pulled back into his seat by a less-shocked Rhodey muttering something about how he ‘definitely does not’. 

“Well, that was unexpected.” Thor managed to say, and you bent down to hesitantly pick Mjolnir up again. When it came without a single moment hesitation, you stared at the hammer for a little longer before a grin broke across your face. 

"Behold! The might of Thor!” you said, giggling as you raised the hammer into the air, smiling between Steve's returned smile and Thor's still shocked face. 

"I'm off. Sleep is what I need after this new development." Natasha said, downing her drink then sent a wave to your group before walking, Clint hot on her heels, blabbering something about a bet and money being owed.

"I suppose it is a bit shocking. Anyone else need to owe up to thinking I, (y/n), was not 'worthy'?" you asked, resting the hammer on your shoulder as you made your way around the coffee table in laps, eyeing Thor, Tony and Steve all in your strides. Rhodey was spared. He'd already told you he thought you were more worthy than Tony.

Not like that was hard. 

Over the next few days, nothing could manage to wipe the smugness that you carried around like a air of grace. 

By the time a week passed, you’d turned in down a couple notches, however still made sure to test your worthy-ness around the others. When asked, you called it a ‘assertion of dominance’. 

A month, and most of the others had forgotten about your new-found power. Mostly because you stopped flaunting it every waking moment of you life. However Steve - like the love-sick puppy he is - kept looking at you as if you were worth the sun and the stars that were in the sky. 

Everyone knew how much you meant to Steve. 

After he defrosted you were there, whether it be to talk to, to teach him about the new tech, or to just exist in the same space together, and for that he was grateful. For that he loved you. 

He knew you were more than you looked, that was proved with how you treated him and literally everyone else. But then came something that rocked him beyond words. 

Someone -  presumably Hydra - took you away. 

You were on a morning run, one that you’d decided to take later in the day, and they seemed to simply lift you off the face of the earth with no hot trace of where you were taken. Obviously, that sent Steve and most of the Avengers in a frenzy. The only calm one seemed to be Thor. 

Steve would be lying if he said that Thor’s attitude didn’t bother him.

“Could you not be so indifferent?” Apparently Natasha wasn’t too happy with Thor either. “There is a crisis happening right now.” 

“I’m just waiting. (y/n) would know what they’re doing.” 

“Waiting on what?” Steve said, leaning on the table they were all seated at. “For them to be killed?” Thor paid Steve no mind, only looked down to his feet. Then  Mjolnir shot out from under the table and crashed through the window, flying off to somewhere in the distance.

“No, waiting for that.” 

“Okay, Meanswing, tell me why I have to replace my window.” Tony said, leaning his elbows on the table with his chin in his hands. 

“I knew (y/n) was smart.” Thor started, smiling at the hole in the window. “All they had to do was call Mjolnir and not only would we know what direction they’re kept, but they’d have a weapon to get away with.” 

“Okay, lets go help!”

They didn’t need to help. By the time they managed to teach down where you were, you were walking towards them, hammer resting on your shoulder again, the building behind you collapsing in some parts with smoke rising from others.

“Hey guys. Glad to see you could make it.” You said, giving Mjolnir back to Thor, barely managing to get the words out before Steve scooped you in his arms. Holding you tight, he took you to the quin-jet, the others following behind, slightly awestruck. “Woah, someone missed me.” you giggled, ruffling Steve’s hair as he sat down with you ontop of him. 

“Hell yeah I missed you, my little spitfire.” 

[zalrb]

Do you have any favourite comedians?

Um, I don’t know, which is super weird to say, but like I don’t really think about comedians and I don’t usually watch a standup or comedy special unless I’m going down a youtube rabbit hole at 4 AM and I just end up watching routines. Like there are comedians I grew up with --- like Chirs Rock but I would not consider Chris Rock to be a favourite comedian or even a comedian I find particularly funny, there are certain routines he has that I’m like lol ok you got me but I’m not like OH CHRIS ROCK at the same time I’m not like that about any comedian but I mean, I do appreciate some old Katt Williams even though there are so many things he says that I disagree with but he’s hilarious and there are also things he says that I’m like, WELL

Kevin Hart, I don’t find funny in standup or in movies, there’s ONE standup routine I do find hilarious, which is his ostrich routine, because I would absolutely be Kevin Hart in that scenario and his timing was great

but other than that I don’t think he’s funny, but I do think he’s funny in interviews, like if he’s paired with The Rock, I will watch the interview because they’re hilarious together and they have such great chemistry

There are quite a few old Dave Chappelle routines and sketches that I find funny, again he’s another one where I’m like ehhhh I don’t necessarily agree with some of your stances but you know you’re funny, your jokes are smart, his Black George Bush sketch is one I go back to and watch from time to time

John Mulaney is another one, I watched all of his specials on Netflix in one sitting because I just decided one day that I should probably have context for the gifs and memes that I use and it was hilarious, I really enjoyed it, in fact  I watched it twice because his father reminded me so much of my mother so I made her watch the standup and we got into this hilarious debate over the “I was on the bench routine” because my mother and I had a similar conversation when I was a kid so she agreed with the dad’s analogy

and I mean of course Key and Peele, their Meegan skits are HILARIOUS and I especially love when he tries to break up with Meegan because that is actually excellent writing, in fact, I have to remember to refer to this skit when people ask me about gaslighting

I mean and there are things where I’m like, I don’t think I’d consider myself a fan of Seth Rogen but when Seth Rogen and Evan Goldberg (and Judd Apatow) get a movie right, they get it really right

Kind of like Jack Black? Like I’m not a fan of Jack Black but when there’s a role that feels like it was made for Jack Black, I’m just like, YES.

My youtube rabbit holes are directing me to more British comedians now so the last standups/clips I’ve watched that I’ve enjoyed were Romesh Ranganathan

and a bit less so but still entertaining, Paul Chowdhry

[soft-epilogues]

Billy On the Street

This is a lil Chris Evans one shot. I feel kinda weird writing fanfic about actual people. But my quarantine hypefixations have been Lucifer and Chirs Evans lmao. Sooo I was watching a Billy On the Street video with Chris in it and it pretty much went exactly like this. It was hilarious and Chris is so pretty, you should watch it lol. But this lil ficlet popped into my head while watching so here it is. There is also one in Chris’s POV which I will post soon! Also just as a disclaimer, I do not own Chris Evans or Billy On the Street!

 It was a bright sunny day and Sofia had just gotten off work. Living in New York, she usually took the bus home, but seeing as it was so warm and sunny, she decided to walk the few blocks from the court house. Stepping out into the warmth of the mid May sun, Sofia popped her headphones in and hit shuffle on her playlist before she started to walk.

Sofia easily weaved in and out of the huge post work crowd, her tiny size definitely giving her an advantage, and over five years of living in the city, you get used to it. She hadn't meant to stay. She had come here for college at NYU. She had intended to get her master's and head back home to Pennsylvania. But she had grown comfortable here, had made friends here. So she stayed and was now a social worker for the city, working in the courthouse.

Lost in thought, Sofia didn't see the man barreling toward her with a microphone before the mic was in her face. She blinked confusedly and pulled her headphones out so she could hear what he was saying.

"Miss," he exclaimed, "real quick, for a dollar, would you rather fuck Chris Evans or Paul Rudd?"

It was an odd question and she knit her eyebrows together in further confusion. Despite being completely thrown off guard, though, Sofia answered the question almost on reflex.

"Chris Evans," she replied, her tone implying the unspoken 'duh'. She heard a laugh to her left and swiveled to see who was laughing at her. Her stomach dropped and she just barely stopped her jaw from dropping with it.

Standing to her left, huge grin on his disgustingly handsome face, was Chris Evans himself. Oh fuck. Her tan skin flushed a little, she could feel the heat from it on her cheeks. This seemed to only make Chris's smile grow. Jesus, did the man know how pretty he was? That should be illegal. Like, excuse you, sir, who gave you the right?!

The man with the mic chuckled too and actually handed her a dollar. Well at least she got paid for her embarrassment. 

"Why?" The man asked. Jesus what did he want? An entire thesis on all the dirty things she wanted to do to Chris Evan's, all the dirty things she wanted him to do to her?

"I mean..." she spluttered, gesturing at chris. He was even taller in person. His crystal blue eyes seemed to actually be twinkling. His teeth were nice and shiny, practically blinding her as she looked straight at him. He wore a blue button down tucked into black dress pants and dress shoes. And that god damn beard. She was actually starting to get wet just standing here in his presence. "Look at him," she finished lamely, making Chris throw his head back and laugh even harder, his hand grabbing his left boob. Wow, he was so pretty. That was un fucking fair.

"Fair point," microphone man laughed with a shrug. He went to keep walking but Chris stayed where he was, staring at her peculiarly. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze but found that she physically couldn't. When was she gonna get the chance to stare directly at the sun again without going blind?

"What's your name?" He asked her. She blinked, bewildered.

"Umm Sofia," she told him. "Sofia Lopez."

"Well, umm Sofia," he said with a grin, his eyes never leaving her face. "Can I...i hope this doesnt come off too forward and you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but I think you're really beautiful and would love to give you my number."

Now it was Sofia's turn to stare intensely at Chris. He seemed sincere, his eyes soft, a small smile still tugging at his lips. She looked around, looking to see if this was a joke or something.

"You're serious?" She said finally, brown eyes wide.

"Deadly," he answered seriously.

"Ummm okay," she conceded. Chris's smile took up his whole face again and she actually had to physically look away this time. She looked down at her feet, a smile of her own hurting her cheeks. When she looked back up, Chris had his phone out, ready to exchange. What the fuck was life?!

They exchanged numbers and he told her he would be in town for the next couple of days and hoped they could go for coffee or something. Sofia just nodded up at him, dazed and smiling like an idiot.

"Yeah, that sounds great," she told him, finally able to formulate an actual coherent response. Chris smiled and pulled her tiny frame into his much bigger one. She was literally engulfed in his huge arms, surrounded by his smell and his soft shirt covering his broad hard chest. He smelled and felt so good. Jesus christ she needed to get it together. She hugged him back smiling.

"I'll text you soon," he promised.

"Can't wait," she answered, pulling back from the hug. He gave her one last blinding smile and then started to follow mic guy. 

Sofia stood there, frozen for a second, trying to process what the fuck had just happened. She then looked over her shoulder and she could still see his retreating form. She bit her lip as she watched his ass while he walked, trailing along with the guy with the mic, talking to more strangers. That really was America's ass.

Finally, Sofia started walking again, resuming her music. She smiled the whole way back to her apartment, feeling like she was floating instead of walking.