#chris evans being the most adorable human being

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Not sure how to view Chris anymore and it’s sad. At this point whatever the “truth” is, it doesn’t matter.

I’m just floored at how someone could be so weak to get into this mess and not “be able to get out”and it’s easy to say oh it’s hard for him to get out but he’s at least trying to show this is fake, yet he was bold enough to lie to the world about being married?

Make that make sense?

Like how the fuck do they clean this up at all?

It’s like reality and illusions are morphing together and I honestly don’t know who the fuck this man truly is and maybe that’s the way it should’ve always been.

We get wrapped up in this shit mainly due to the way of the world and due to Hollywood and capitalism, etc, but we have to take accountability by finally choosing to not fall for seeing other mere mortals as anything but human.

If you take any random person off the street, clean them up, give them a great marketing team, BOOM you have a new celebrity. It’s all a big awful joke of illusion.

No more rose colored glasses. It’s to the point fandoms and celebrity today is seeing a blue sky but being duped into believing it’s green.

Unfortunately most will never understand the above and never take those glasses off.

This applies to fans, non fans and just the overall population of the world who are willing and unwilling and unaware at how impacted we all are by celebrity culture. A headline makes waves or something goes viral and we ALL stop our lives to read or listen about it and many hop online to discuss and argue with others over various things, not once seeing the reality……you’re taking time out of YOUR life to focus on someone who doesn’t even know you exist, wasting YOUR time discussing crap about someone else who is living their life and getting rich off of you and someone who uses media to stay relevant through…..Y-O-U!

*breaks rose colored glasses* for good.

💔👓

#EnoughIsEnough

Same, An🫶n. Honestly before I was sucked in here, Chris was the ideal guy for me... Ofcourse, Papa was right. He told me once that "I shouldn't place anyone on a pedestal, because anything placed that high, is meant to break."

I've got nothing but love for Chris and his work. But the way this is all spun, real or not, I'm not sure if I can keep adoring him as a person.

Like I've said before, we can't exactly blame Chris, alone for getting into this mess in the first place. But if those breadcrumbing and hinting on his end isn't true (the hope and rumor that he's telling us that anything about the wedding is fake, etc.), An🫶n is right.

He's not a saint, but he's not a demon either. But the thing is, he isn't going to be just Chris Evans, the actor we all love and adore. The actor we'll be happy for when he gets his small victories. Whose dog is one of the best things on the internet during this whole mess right now.

He's also going to be Chris Evans, the guy who "married" a racist, who's friends have baited the entire Fandom. The guy who couldn't save his fans from tearing at each other. The guy who let this get so out of hand, that the one place that should've been safe for us to escape to, and enjoy everything, disappeared in mere months.

I'm planning to stick around, because I know for a fact, a ton of you were here for the fan-made stuff. The fanfics, fanarts, discussions about characters, etc.

I came here for that too. Doesn't mean I'm giving up this whole thing. But I'm going to take time to go back to the fun part. Because honestly, my page has turned into an analysis page😅 it's 70% rant posts about the bullshit pr, and 30% me and my fics...

Bro! I intended to make fucking fics before 250 Followers Celebration comes... But I'm way behind... Partly, because of life. And partly because the second something goes down, I drop nearly everything, and focus so much time and energy on this.

So, I'm not saying drop him or any celeb completely. I'm saying we need to tone down our idolization, because it may have gotten to the point where it isn't healthy.

For the sake of your health, mental and otherwise, Fandom. Take time to enjoy what you love about this Fandom. And please don't say anything about tearing the PR Narrative, because even I have to admit, it takes it's toll.

Again, not backing down, or stepping down. Just giving myself time to take care of me, and spend time with my family while they're still alive.

I don't know if this Christmas season will be the last that I get to spend time with any of them, so I'm going to make sure I live every minute with them. And not stuck in this hole I've dug myself for months, since the wedding announcement.

And you should all do that for yourselves, guys. Take the time, and make it count.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

An update on me and this blog

Some of you have been here for a while and some of you are still new to my blog. Either way, I appreciate you guys joining and supporting me on my incorrect marvel quotes, and fanfics and (one) series.

Recently I haven’t been as active.

There’s a few reasons why.

The first one is that I’m merely trying not to fall behind on my studies. With me transferring unis and starting a new program, it’s been hectic. I’ve been finding ways to navigate my commuting (without a car might I add) and find my way through the uni as well. I’ve made friends along the way and have made a few connections with some of the staff. It’s been hectic, like I said, but it’s also been a wonderful beginning.

The second reason is that people seem to interact with posts less and less. It’s been draining to post between this hectic time of year and then not getting the reaction I was expecting makes it harder for me to find motivation to post. I’m not saying reblog or like just because I’m feeling down, but I would appreciate someone just sharing their thoughts on a post without me feeling like shit. And, again, I’m not blaming you guys (because you all are wonderful human beings and I love you) but it would help to have something to look forward to.

Reblogs help a lot you guys. I can’t force you to, but I can request you share my work in a way that it reaches others.

The third reason is because seemingly, for some unknown reason to me, anons love to drop hate on trivial things. I think I’ve been left some hating on my writing challenge and I know people also wanted me to comment on Chris Evans’ wedding to Alba (which were really rude and invasive even though it is none of our business) and even someone leaving that message about having being adopted for a fic I wrote (in which it specifically says that Y/N has her biological mother and father and it was crucial to the plot). Anyway, that type of hate is demeaning and I don’t want to deal with it. It’s tiring.

But not to worry!

I’m still going to post on this blog, but perhaps not too much for a while. Maybe I’ll post more often towards mid-December (some fics and some incorrect quotes based on the Holidays). Until then I’ll only be replying and rebloging most of the time.

On another note (I’m sorry this is so long), I’m currently being spoiled by my boyfriend (who is adorable and so sweet and reminds me Bucky). He’s incredibly observant and knows how much I love Bucky, so he got me a Bucky action figure (that was too expensive) and his iconic Winter Soldier mask.

I hope all of you are doing well!

[zumpietoo]

Finally....

Sorry it's taken me until now, various and sundry tasks have had me running all about....

Well, first off, Silly/janASS pretending to be an anon.....Cole fans and SH shippers are two verrryyyyyy different things....and those of us who ARE Cole fans? Not only recognize Cari is a thing, but we LOVE it....in fact, aren't YOU GUYS the ones always insisting IT'S "an illusion"/pee arr/Ari's a prostitute, moar often than not "not even permitted in LA by Cole"/grifter blackmailing Cole into submission???

Speaking of "an illusion"---while, yes, I will grant you SH was most assuredly NOT the enchanted delight it might've seemed at the time....that's something we're also all FULLY aware of....and, again, while yes, they apparently broke up a LOT...they were a real couple, on and off for nearly 4 years and, now confirmed, contrary to your endless insistence, PP was the cheater and Cole dumped her ass.

I think you can also freely admit, had they not been on the same TeeVee show, they never would've reconciled multiple times....and it probably would've played out over the course of a year or even less.

I agree it was "toxic", but that was because of PP, not Cole....see above.

As for "content", yeah, we actually got a considerable amount....moar than Cabana Pee....and then it was farrrrr less staged/pee arr-y, as well (lots of it was actually accidental, candid spottings of them together....versus pap walks and plus ones at pee arr events).

I'd say you have the next fully backwards.....PP is the one dating a Walmart Cole, having gotten with said Walmart Cole entirely because A) cheap Cole imitation B) literally imitated Cole, because BOTH of them are desperate for Cole's attention. She's also the one who stalked/cosplayed Ari and now looks to recreate key moments WITH Cole, but inserting Cabana Boi. She also endlessly sexually harassed Cole, years after he dumped her, on set....

And that all, in and of itself, makes HER a "vile human being", not Cole....who, once again, has done nothing wrong.

The entire "can't be in the same room" is because of her antics....

As noted above, I fully respect Cari as a couple and am very, very happy for them both. They're adorable. Again, the ones who can't/don't? Are yourselves....because, LBR, what you're mad at Cole about is that he dumped your kween.

Chase/Madelyn/Kelsea----IDGAF and, actually, nobody I'm friends with does, either....they all suck, are icky, etc....

Plus, let's look at who's here, endlessly trying to turn CB into an actual Cole, endlessly shipping HIS tiktoker ass with PP, just as you did previously with GymD, not Ms. G (cuz homophobes) and used to fanfic her with Chris Evans (who was already taken) and John Mayer....as an unpaid prostitute, herself, no less!

And I am responsible for all this? I thought nobody listens to me/GAF what I have to say? Plus if, again, true? Then everybody already thinks Cari are awesome....

Sorry you're this fucking stupid....but true, it isn't "too late to grow up", for yourselves....

Also not sure what I or any of my friends have ever done that's "unacceptable behavior"????

Given when this was sent and agreed on (Sunday), I'm guessing their butthurt was extra intense, compliments of further recognition of the obvious (i.e. Cabana Boi is Shein Cole)......

[unabashedlyinlove]

I am going to hijack your post to agree with you. Anon seems to think of that just because it is expensive its better. They dont realize that it comes to wear something that portrays your branding instead of labels. Years ago Angelina Jolie thrifted a 26-dollar-dress to a movie premiere :

Nobody would have thought she was wearing a 'cheap dress' because it was, at the time, on brand with the image she wanted to portray and appropriate for the occasion. It look on par with high fashion pieces. Now, here's Lizzo with a Jean Paul Gaultier Spring 2022 collection dress for the VMAs :

No doubt this is very very expensive dress, but looks like a lot of cheap garbage bags hastily put together. The dress is wearing her, not the other way around, how it should be. Couture houses put out many stunning pieces, but if people dont know/ understand personal style, those pieces will look very displaced from the celebrity's personal brand.

I think that Jensen's style revamp was needed after SPN ended in order to get him to higher tier but instead of going for something tailored for him, he/ his team/Marcus went for whatever Chris Evans was doing (maybe in hopes cast agents would notice him?)

At this time, Chris was going through his "fun phase" cause he was doing promo for Lightyear - a child's movie - and Grey Man - in which his character had a very 80's aesthetics. It provided Chris the opportunity to be this irreverent and less classic in fashion choices. The thing is, Chris' team kept everything within Chris' color palette and body proportions:

Those are not gonna win him any fashion awards but didnt hurt his brand either.

When Jensen hit his late 20s, early 30s he developed a very clean classic style cause he used to have a very strong sense of self and his appearances/red carpets outfits projected the image of strong, confident and sexy man.

He even threw some fashion fowards choices here and there and got them right:

I know people might disagree, but this grey suit he sported a few years ago was my favorite look of his ever

But the new revamp doesnt look good on him because its inauthentic. Doesnt matter he paid 5 dollars or 5k for any of the pieces he wore. It looks dated and a bit all over the place. Most outfits wash him out and are ill fitting. Some make him look short (which we all know how touchy Jensen is with his height even though he's tall) and 'box'-ish like - not the best explanation, but I meant it make him look all square shaped and does not flatter his his body. I mean he gained a lot of muscle mass for SB and while he dropped some of it, he is in better shape than when he finished SPN but it does not look like that cause of the ill fitting proportions I mentioned before. So yeah, Jensen - and any other human being for the matter - could cover themselves in couture house clothing and accessories, but if its not tailored for them, its not gonna project their branding like it supposed to do.

There are more pictures of Jensen wearing some questionable pattern shirts out there but this got long enough already, so the anon can do their research. Sorry for the long post, but I have been thinking of that for a while and thought this post would be a interesting place to unload my thoughts! And yes, youre adorable!

As you are unbearable, Jensen is dressed according to the event, they have casual clothes and what he wears, besides that his casual clothes are much prettier and more expensive than anyone else who is there for sure. Did you want him to wear a uniform

I wanted him to be on brand for his target tier and roles but that's a discussion you won't ever get. 🤣🤦🏼‍♀️

I think I'm adorable, actually!

"much prettier and more expensive" - is this what you think an actor should wear? Hahahahahah lol I rest my case.

[sweetcreatxr]

♥︎ 10 things he loves about you (and more) ♥︎

✰Where Chris reassures you after catching you crying by telling you what he loves about you.✰

Chris Evans X husband!male reader ⚣︎♡︎

⚠︎ Warnings : angst in the beginning, homophobia, f slur, a loooot of fluff, Chris being an overprotective and a loving husband, insecurities.

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You were sitting on the living room sofa, phone in your hands and your face shaking with tears.

You were reading the comments that were under the photo that Chris, your husband had posted. It was a photo of both him and you hugging each other on the balcony of your room, it was his sister who took the photo, amazed by your couple.

You also thought that you too made a very nice couple and encouraged him to put the picture on his Instagram. But now that was a different story, millions of strangers may have loved the pic, but thousands more in the comments hated it so much they felt the urge to take their hate out on you.

Most of the comments were like:

"Ew ew ew, Chris my God when I think you could have a beautiful wife, you find yourself having a fucking tuna. That's really embarrassing for you..."

And

"Since when Chris is a fucking fag? Lol"

Or

"We're gonna pretend I didn't see anything and pretend they're friends or I'm gonna puke..."

It wasn't the comments themselves that hurt him the most but more the likes underneath, a lot of people agreed and thought Chris was making a huge mistake being married to Y/n.

This thought made Y/n even sadder, who burst into tears and lay down dramatically, throwing his phone on the ground.

At the same time Chris opened the front door with a smile on his face, happy to have finally returned to his cozy nest and to his loving husband.

"Love I'm home!"

He had rushed to Los Angeles a week ago because the film crew had called him back to shoot important scenes for his new film, but he was now reassured to be back in Boston with his darling.

He was also a little worried because Y/n hadn't given him any news since last night when they usually couldn't live without each other for more than thirty minutes.

And his concern grew even more when his husband didn't answer him but he instead saw him lying on the sofa, his phone broken due to the violent impact with the ground, and tears all over his face.

Chris rushed to him, got on his knees and took him in his arms.

"My love, hey what's happening ?!"

He hated seeing the love of his life sad and crying even though those feelings were something that was inevitable for a human being. Y/n continued to cry as Chris hugged him tightly.

"Shhhh don't worry I'm here now, everything is fine"

Chris was aware that something was wrong for Y/n to get into such a state and as long as he didn't stop crying, his husband will know no more.

He then took his lover's phone which was cracked but where you could still make out the comments that Y/n had read earlier and Chris guessed, all day too.

"Holy shit..."

Chris seethed in rage, he wanted to kill every single person who had dared to hurt his husband but for now he had to make him feel a little better.

"Listen to me love, everything that these people are saying are bullshits okay?! Pure bullshit! You are the most amazing person I know and I can't see myself spending the rest of my life without you by my side, it's simply impossible!”

"But they're right Christopher! You can have all the chicks on the planet, the hottest models and you choose to be with me, why? What's special about me? Why do you love me?

His questions were heartbreaking for Chris who hugged Y/n even tighter by fear that he would leave. How long had his husband thought that he wasn't good enough for him? And why hadn't he told him anything ?

Y/n tried to get up in front of Chris's silence but was sat down by him who had no intention of letting him go.

"Christopher leave me alone-"

"1: the fact that you call me by my full first name instead of Chris like everyone else

2: the sweatshirts that you borrow from me all the time because you love having my smell on you and that you will end up giving me back only when the smell is gone. I can say goodbye to the one you're wearing right now."

Y/n blushed and lowered his head but Chris lifted him up

" 3: How you blush and lower your head every time I compliment you"

"That wasn't really a compliment, Christopher..."

"Shut up, it is for me"

Y/n burst into a hearty laugh and smiled lovingly at Chris's comment.

" 4 : When you laugh it makes me want to make love to you endlessly and your smile could kill anyone so much it lights up the room you're in.

5 : Your love for dogs, Seeing you playing with our dog already makes me imagine how you will play with our future children.

6 : your taste in clothes, everything you wear, even a very ugly floral shirt, becomes beautiful on you.

7 : your tattoos and their meanings, I think it's just too sexy

8: the way you sing in the shower or when I play piano, it gives me a lot of shivers

9 : you being sassy and the way you put people in their places when necessary, it's very admirable of you

And finally but the most important

10 : your first name next to mine

These are the reasons I'm in love with you Y/n Evans even though there are more but it was just too long to list them all. All of that just for saying that what matters is you and me and nothing else, okay? "

Y/n nodded and took his phone from his hand before adding

"I'm going to have to buy a new phone"

"That'll teach you not to throw valuables without thinking of the consequences"

Y/n slapped Chris's arm who reacted dramatically

"you stupid fuck, you're lucky I love you"

Chris laughed and kissed Y/n who pulled his hair to kiss him harder."

11 : the way you kiss me, always passionately"

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OMAGADDFJDJDH ! I sooo proud of this one and I'm so sorry for any spelling errors that I did if there are any but anyway I'm really happy it's my first time writing about Chris and just let me know if you guys liked it !

yeah i edited it

[simplee-dreaming]

The Party

A/N: I spent far too much time deciding how all of their outfits were gonna look so I hope it paid off. Also, I know some things I mention have different names in different countries but I've gone for what I only know as the British version. Hope you like it! (Totally didn't get inspiration for this idea from driving past a joke shop myself...)

Word count: 2951

Summary: The reader attends her first themed party hosted by RDJ, but her outfit lands her in trouble.

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Tonight was the night. The night you had been waiting for for weeks. A party at Robert Downey Jr’s house. But not just any old party, oh no, a party for the Avengers cast. Not even just a party - a themed party.

See, Robert is well known for his themed parties. Of course he’s done the classics such as the black and white theme, the 80s theme, even the “dress as your favourite superhero” theme - what could be more suited? But he’s also well known for his unique themes. For example: dress as what you wanted to be when you were a kid; dress as your favourite fruit or veg; dress as another member of the cast; dress as your favourite gay icon. The list goes on.

This was your very first party with the cast though. Being the newest member, you were super excited to have a great night with them all outside of work - plus little Tom couldn’t stop guessing what this theme could be. It was, of course:

“Dress as your favourite board game.”

Yep. Board games.

You spent ages trying to figure out what board game you were going to dress up as. The main rule of the themed parties was that you couldn’t tell other people what you were going as unless you deliberately needed someone else to complete your outfit.

You were desperate for ideas now that the party was only a week away. It wasn’t until you were walking down the highstreet, and something in the shop window caught your eye, that you finally had an idea. You were standing outside of a joke shop, and in the window stood a dress...designed like a Twister mat.

Perfect.

The day had finally arrived. No one was filming today so you had all day to get yourself ready. Hair and makeup done, Twister dress on, ready to rumble.

You made your way to RDJ’s house at half 8 - late enough to not be the first one there but early enough to enjoy everyone’s company for longer. You smiled with glee as you stepped into the house. You were tingling with excitement as you walked towards the room where the music played. The minute you walked into the room, everyone approached you. And one by one you scanned them all to see what they were dressed as.

The first person you saw was Anthony, he was dressed up as Cards Against Humanity. Not quite a board game but funny nonetheless. The front of his outfit was completely black and the back was completely white. The writing on his front read “I drink to forget _____”, and the writing on his back read “Tom Holland”. You giggled.

Next was Scarlett. She decided to come dressed as Pictionary. Part of her outfit was made with polyester and nylon, and she carried around a whiteboard marker so that anyone could draw a picture on her outfit and others had to guess what it was. This could also be wiped off easily, ready for the next person to draw.

Sebastian was next, you snorted when you saw him. He was dressed as Frustration. His outfit was divided into the four colours: his top right being yellow, top left being green, bottom right being blue and bottom left being red. He had placed a semisphere plastic hat over his head and inside lay a foam dice which jumped about whenever he shook his head.

After Seb came Liz. She was dressed up as Uno. Her front and back were two different colours of the uno reverse card - the front being red and the back being green. The point of this is that whenever someone asked her to do something she didn’t wanna do, she’d just point to her outfit and get out of doing it.

Next was Paul B. He came as Trivial Pursuit. Random questions and answers were plastered all over his suit, such as: “how many feet are there in a fathom? 6”; “What three-word slogan was named the most popular advertisement ever in a 2000 poll? Beanz Meanz Heinz”; and his own personal saying, “Where do snitches end up? In ditches”.

Following Paul was the unsurprising double act. Big Tom and Hemsy. They had come dressed as Snakes and Ladders. Tom had glued a giant toy python to his all-black outfit, and Chris had stuck a cardboard ladder to the front and back of his all-white outfit. Simple, yet effective.

Then came Evans who was dressed as Noughts and Crosses, despite numerous comments from RDJ about it not being a board game. His back was full of paper noughts and crosses stuck to his top but his front had a similar material to Scarlett’s where the cast could play their own game on his front and then wipe it off for the next players.

You scanned little Tom next. He had gone all out with his outfit, dressing up as Operation. He was wearing a light pink coloured top and matching trousers and had stapled all the pieces of operation to their correct areas, such as the butterfly, the spare rib and the wish bone. He’d also used face paint to paint his nose a dark shade of red. Adorably creepy in a way.

Last, but certainly not least, was the man himself. Robert Downey Jr. He came as the popular game Cluedo. And boy did he look fancy. He wore a top hat that had a giant question mark stuck to it, and a tuxedo with a long sweeping tail attached to the jacket. Neatly placed all over his black suit were the names of the suspects, the names of the rooms and the names of the weapons - all written in white. He looked splendid.

“Twister. How unusual. I love it,” Robert said, the others nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, you all look incredible,” you said.

Little Tom held out his arm and led you to the dance floor where you spent the next hour dancing the night away. Big Tom and Hemsy were owning the dance floor with their moves. Many party classics blared through the speakers, including 5,6,7,8...which you knew the dance off by heart but RDJ had to be taught the moves by you and little Tom.

Another hour passed and you were sat with Scarlett, Liz and Paul in the other room where the music wasn’t so loud. Seb was with you but he had asked Liz to get him a drink and she played the uno reversal so now he was on drinks duty.

“Paul, can I borrow your suit just so I can literally look smarter?” You asked, he chuckled.

“Maybe I can just follow you around and relay the facts for you,”

“You could be the Yoda to my Luke. Though I think you’re too big to sit on my back,” you said.

“Here’s your punch,” said Seb, returning with two cups for him and Liz.

“Finally, what took you so long?” she asked.

“I stopped in the party room, Anthony and little Tom are having a competition to see who can do the macarena better,” he said.

“But...the macarena is the macarena…” you said, confused.

“Try telling them that. Tom insisted that the Brits do it better apparently.”

“Well, we do have some absolute bangers,” you chuckled. Paul agreed.

“So where did you get that dress?” Scarlett asked you.

“The joke shop down the highstreet. I was walking past it last week and found it in the window. Thought it would be perfect,” you shrugged.

“Until Mackie gets over excited and plays Twister on you,” Seb said.

“I’d like to see him try,” you replied.

“Ah, here’s the gang. What are you all doing in here?” Robert said, entering the room with big Tom and Evans.

“We’re just sat chatting….wait, have you left Holland and Mackie alone?” Seb asked.

“They’re fine, Chris is with them,” Tom replied. You tilted your head at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe I should check on them…” Tom said, you nodded and he left the room.

“Soooo, how’s it going?” Evans asked everyone.

“We’re all fine but Y/N is a bit twisted,” Seb said. Everyone laughed but you bonked him on the head, making the dice jolt.

“Oi!”

You giggled and slapped the plastic hat again, the dice landed on a 6.

“Eyy I get another go!” You cheered before bonking him on the head again. He sighed but chuckled.

“Well it’s nice to see her dressed as an actual board game,” Robert said, turning to Evans.

“Hey, that’s not fair! Noughts and crosses is a board game!” Evans protested.

“I wanna play,” you said. Evans smiled at you.

You got Liz to play with you and you went first. You decided to play as noughts and took the bottom left corner. After a few rounds, you got a straight diagonal line. You cheered as Liz huffed, but she congratulated you nonetheless.

“I wanna play pictionary now,” you said, turning to Scarlett. She smiled and handed you a whiteboard pen. You thought for a moment then began drawing.

You pressed down on Scarlett’s outfit to make sure you could draw properly. You ran the pen down her stomach and she giggled.

“Hey, careful, that tickles,” she said. You blushed and apologised but continued. Everytime the pen went over a certain spot Scarlett would giggle but she never flinched.

“Okay, I’m done,” you announced. Everyone leaned forward and groaned once they saw it.

“Really? You know none of us can say that,” Seb said.

“First one to say it correctly wins,” you shrugged. You had drawn Mjolnir, something that everyone struggled to say.

“Midge-oh-lair,” said Liz.

“Mjohn-ler,” said Seb.

“Me-joln-ier,” said Evans.

“Hey! It’s Mjolnir!” came a voice from the door. Hemsy had just walked in with Mackie, little Tom and big Tom.

“We have a winner,” you grinned and everyone groaned again.

“Okay now I wanna play snakes and ladders,” you said. You scrambled to your feet and launched yourself at Hemsy, climbing up his tall body and clinging to him like a koala. He laughed.

“Okay, and what do we do now?” He chuckled. You shrugged and hugged him tighter, he returned the favour.

“As nice as this is, princess, I can’t carry you around the rest of the evening,” Hemsy said.

“Alright, hang on. Gotta complete the game,” you said. You motioned big Tom to come nearer and leaned over to hug him. Your legs followed and wrapped around his waist before you slid down his body and landed on the floor. Tom laughed.

“Impressive,” he said. You lay flat at the floor and looked at him, giggling.

“You’re very playful today,” big Tom said.

“I’m just happy to be here,” you giggled, he smiled at you.

“Alright my turn, I wanna play twister,” Mackie said, launching himself at you.

“WAIT!” You cried, panicked by his sudden movement. Mackie didn’t listen.

“I’m not doing anything! I need someone to give me an instruction,” he said.

“Right foot red,” Seb said. Mackie lifted his foot and put it on the first red spot he could see, directly on your tummy. You giggled as he adjusted his foot, rubbing it against your tummy.

“Noho Anthony!”

He looked and realised what he was doing, then smirked and vibrated his foot on your tummy again. You giggled louder.

“The twister mat is making noises, how do I turn it off?” He asked.

“Um, try putting your left hand on yellow,” little Tom piped up. Mackie grinned as he spotted a yellow spot on your ribs. He put his hand down and gave them an “accidental” squeeze.

“Hehey!” You shrieked.

“Didn’t work Holland, anyone else?” Mackie said.

“Try right hand green,” Scar said, smirking. Mackie placed his right hand on the green spot on your side and squeezed again.

“Stohop!” You cried.

“Right well that didn’t work, and I can’t put my left foot on it otherwise I would break it. Any other ideas?” he said.

“You may have to push a few buttons, try turning it off and on again,” Paul said. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and shook his foot on your tummy. You screeched loudly.

“Nope, still making noises,”

“Let me have a look,” Liz said. Mackie had you pinned below his hands and foot. You started to giggle as you felt a single finger run up your neck.

“Nonono Lizzie!” You squeaked as she dragged a nail up the other side.

“There must be an off button around here,” she teased. She gently scribbled all her nails into your neck. You scrunched up your shoulders and shrieked.

“NOHOHOHO!”

“Definitely not here, you sure it’s not there Mackie?” Lizzie asked. Mackie squeezed your ribs and sides again and your giggles turned to laughter.

“Nope, no no, that’s made it worse,” he said. “Someone try a blue spot!”

Evans jumped up and ran over to help. He found a blue spot right on your hip, he placed his hand over it and started squeezing.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!” You screamed. Trying to buck your body was impossible with Mackie still pinning you.

“Dammit Evans you turned the volume up!” Mackie yelled.

“Maybe the problem lies outside of the mat itself,” big Tom piped up.

“What you saying Hiddleston? That we’re the problem?” Mackie asked.

“Not at all, just that there appears to be parts connected to the mat, but not part of the mat itself,” Tom said, putting his hand on his chin. He slowly approached you and swiped a single finger under your knee. You kicked it away.

“Now it’s malfunctioning,” Mackie informed him. Tom hummed and swiped a finger under your other knee. You kicked again. He then spider tickled under both your knees and you shrieked loudly.

“PLEHEHEASE I’M NOHOT BROKEN!” You screamed.

“God DAMN you made it talk!” Mackie yelled.

“I know what the issue is,” Robert said, stepping forward.

“Do go on?” big Tom said.

“You need to hit all the pressure points at once. It’s like a giant reset button, wear it down till it reboots itself,” he said. Everyone looked at each other.

“Position yourselves,” Robert instructed.

Mackie stepped off of your stomach and knelt by your left side, Seb knelt by your right. Lizzie was still up by your neck and big Tom by your knees. Scarlett was by your right shoulder, Paul by your left. Evans positioned himself by your hips, little Tom the other side by your thighs. Hemsworth and Robert sat next to your feet.

“Nonononono please!” You cried.

“Rebooting systems in 3…” Robert began.

“No please!”

“2…”

“Wait!”

“1…”

“No wait I’m not brOHOHOHOKEN!” You cried as everyone attacked you at once. No one was pinning you down but you could hardly twist and turn with 10 people tickling all your spots at once. They were all ruthless and yet...you sort of loved it.

“PLEHEHEHASE NOHOHOHO!” You cried, flailing your arms around. Mackie and Seb were squeezing up and down your sides and across your tummy, Lizzie was tickling deep into your neck, Scar and Paul had just caught an arm each and pinned it upwards so they could tickle your underarms, big Tom was scratching under your knees and squeezing the tops, Evans was squeezing and scribbling into your hips, little Tom was scratching up and down your thighs and Hemsy and Robert had grabbed a foot each to tickle. It was pure torture.

“KEEP GOING, IT’LL WEAR DOWN EVENTUALLY!” Robert yelled over your screams of laughter. Everyone picked up the speed and you screamed louder than ever before.

You now had your arms and legs pinned by Scar, Paul, Robert and Hemsworth so you tried to buck your hips as much as possible and scrunch up your shoulders to protect your neck but it was no use.

“NOHOHOHO MOHOHORE!” You cried. You let out another loud scream and fell into a silent laughter. Tears filled your eyes to the point where you couldn’t even see Lizzie kneeling over you.

“Reboot complete,” Robert instructed. He stopped tickling your foot and one by one the rest of the cast followed and ceased their attack. You lay there, taking in deep breaths of air.

“You alright twisty?” Mackie asked, sliding up to your head. You nodded, letting out residue giggles. Evans gave you a hand up and propped you up against the sofa.

“You...are...all...evil…” you breathed out. Everyone chuckled.

“You were in a playful mood, we wanted to join,” Evans said, winking at you.

“I never knew you were so ticklish,” Hemsworth said.

“So would you be if 10 people ganged up on you,” you replied. He laughed and nodded in agreement. Little Tom sat down next to you.

“You okay?” He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You nodded.

“Yeah...that was fun,” you clamped your mouth shut after realising what you just said.

“Fun eh?” little Tom teased, quickly spidering your side to make you giggle again.

“We had fun too if that’s any consolation? Could go for round two if you want,” big Tom said. You looked at him and smiled.

“Not today I don’t think, you guys well and truly broke me,” you said, everyone laughed.

“I think I’ve already decided on the theme for next year,” Robert said. Everyone turned to him.

“Tickle Me Y/N,” he said, “where everyone has to bring a random object to tickle Y/N with. First to make her say stop wins.” He winked at you and you blushed and hid your head in little Tom’s shoulder. He chuckled and stroked your head.

“Now that will be a fun theme,” Mackie replied.

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

A little milk drunk. A little cuddles

Summary: requested by lovely anon:

Chris Evans x y/n, being married having a baby that’s a few months since birth, and after the baby is done breastfeeding, while she’s a little milk drunk thanks to mama she has some snuggle time or tummy time with Chris while he posts bout it 🥺🥺🥺 I’m-

Warning: fluffy

Word count: 600+

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader, dad! Chris

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Luna was born 8 months ago. After months of trying she came into your and Chris's life, and she's sparked joy in it ever since. Luna was the apple of both of your eyes. You just loved her so much.

Today was quite a slow day. A lot of cleaning was done; but mostly cuddles and naps shared between you, Chris and luna. 

Little Luna has been smiling all day. Showing off her incoming teeth at the bottom. She was bothered by it, but with Chris making her smile it didn't cross her mind as much.

Now all three of you were sitting in bed under the blanket, watching some little mermaid (luna's favorite). Luna was sitting in between you in Chris; small and adorable as can be with her bunny onesie on. 

She was deeply into the movie. That lasted for a while until her little stomach started growling.

You and Chris looked down at her. "You hungry luna?" Chris asked her. Luna began to whine which was obviously a yes. "Okay, come here." You picked her up and placed her on your lap. You lifted her shirt, before you knew it she was lashed onto your breast.

Her eyes were closed as she filled her tummy up. She was a spitting image of chris. Her eyes, eyelashes, hair. The only thing she of yours was the nose. 

You smiled down at your tiny human you brought into the world 8 months ago. Chris placed his hand on her little coconut shaped head as he called it. He pushed a few curls into one direction. "My sweet luna." He mumbled causing her to open her eyes. 

Chris smiled at her. "You sleepy?" He knew she couldn't answer, but that didn't stop him from asking. Luna reached her little arms over her head, looking for Chris's. Chris chuckled as he took a hold of her little hand. 

Luna was getting a little drowsy probably from being tired but Chris and you loved to say she was milk drunk. "You're getting milk drunk Luna." 

Luna pulled away from your breast before looking at you with a smile. You pushed your shirt and sat her up so that she was laying against your chest. Her eyes never left you and a smile played on her face as you both laid there. She looked at you like you were the most stunning person she's ever seen (to her you were).

 You tried not to laugh, but she made it hard the way her plump cheeks sat up as she gazed at you. "Luna, why are you so smiley?" Chris asked, interrupting in laughing.  He picked her up off of your chest, bringing her light body to his. She broke out in a laugh as Chris tickled her sides.  

The tickling lasted for a while until you spoke up, breaking the fun."okay I think it's nap time for Luna." Chris looked over at you with a pouty face. "Does she have too?" Chris looked at Luna who was looking at you and Chris with that adorable smile. "We're having so much fun."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I don't think you want a cranky baby later. If it makes you feel better then she can sleep right here in between us." 

Chris exhaled, "okay, okay." 

He placed her in between you both before pushing the blanket up her body. "Night night Luna." You whispered. Luna's eyes slowly fell close. 2 minutes later she was asleep. You looked up at Chris. He was already looking at you. 

"What?" You whispered to him. Chris shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just so lucky to have you both." 

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Not my best writing.

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[demivampirew]

Groomsmen

Henry x Reader x Chris

A/N: This was inspired by this post @foodieforthoughts​ @henrythickcavill​

Triggers: mentions of drinking, seeing an ex, a bit of angst - mostly fluff.

Word count: 954

The last thing you wanted was to see Josh, your stupid ex-boyfriend with who you had a five-year-relationship until last year of college, where he decided that he needed ��some space” and suggested to take a break. You suggested to break-up instead, if he wanted to live like a bachelor for a while, he might as well become one. But, unfortunately here you were, at your best friend's wedding, cursing yourself for accepting to go there and even more for agreeing with your bestie that she could still be friends with him after your break-up.

During the ceremony, you managed to keep it cool and focus on the beautiful moment Samantha and Nick shared their wedding vows and promised to love each other forever. A tear rolled down your cheek when the words “I’ll love you forever” in Josh’s voice echoed in your head. Thankfully, most of the guests were also in tears so you went by unnoticed.

After the pictures with the groom and the bride, you went with the rest of the people to the party. “Finally,” you thought, now you could get drunk and forget all about his stupid, stupid face staring at you at the vow exchange as if he could hear your thoughts. You gulped down the glass of champagne that the waiter brought you and went looking for more.

You were on your fifth drink when you noticed two large men staring at you with a big smile on their faces. One was blondish, the other had dark hair. They both have bears and piercing blue eyes. They both gave a vibe of “I was a bad-boy, a heart-breaker and now I’m a lovely man looking for the one” vibe. As you slowly drank another glass of champagne, the continued looking at you shamelessly; they knew that you knew that they were devouring you with their eyes and they wanted you to know as well.

The wedding photographer was making a video of the guests, recording messages for the couple and he was filming the two handsome strangers gave their congratulatory speech when they decided to finish it by blowing a kiss on the camera but their eyes were still set on you. “Cheeky f*ckers” you thought, smirking without realizing it.

Maybe it was the drinks that gave you the courage to go and talk to them.

“My name is (y/n)” you greeted them with a smile. “Are you friends of the bride or the groom?” you asked, curious.

“Hi, I’m Henry,” replied the one with darker hair, cheerfully.

“And I’m Chris, lovely to meet you” the other interrupted his companion as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. You had to press your lips together not to chuckle after looking the other guy rolled his eyes slightly. If you were over-confident you would swear that they were competing for your affection.

“We’re both groomsmen,” Henry explained. “And you’re the maid of honor, Am I right?”

“Yes, the bride is my best friend,” you agreed.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t notice you at first, I thought that you were one of the art pieces of this lovely place. It’s hard to imagine something as beautiful as you being an actual human being” Chris said while putting on a puppy face.

“And I was captivated by the emotions of seeing my friend and the love of his life promising to love each other forever. And, to be honest, feeling I bit jealous that they’ve found the one, while I’m still on the search. But, who knows, maybe I’ve already found her” he looked at you after sharing those words. This time was Chris the one to rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry but, I could swear that I’ve seen you two somewhere” you explain after a moment of staring at them.

“Maybe you can see the future and saw me on a date with you” Chris suggested.

“Or maybe she recognizes me as Nick‘s British friend who wants to fall in love, form a family and live happily ever after” Henry interrupted the other handsome man.

“She could recognize me as the American hopeless romantic” he argued. looking at you with puppy eyes.

“Yes, because that’s all Nick does, talk about how romantic and desperate for love his friends are,” you said laughing. “ You two are adorable.” you admitted “I’ll be open to going on a date with you if you want me to. I’ll go on a date with each one of you and see what comes after that. Would that be okay with you?”

“That sounds fair,” Chris agreed.

“I’m okay with that. It’s obvious that we’re both into you and the fair thing would be for you to get to know us for other than our cheesy pick-up lines before you decide which one of us you would like to go out with if you want any of us at all.” Henry explained.

If two extremely handsome guys trying to get you to date them wasn’t crazy enough, your night ended with them getting your number and promising to call you and, with you running into your ex saying that he was hoping to get another chance with you but after seeing Captain America and Superman fighting for you, he knew he had no chance at all. “Captain America? Superman?” you wonder and then it hit you “F*CK! That’s why I recognized them!” you screamed in your head. Those were freaking Henry Cavill and Chris Evans fighting for you. “How could that be real?” you questioned to yourself but, as impossible as that sounded, it was true.

As they promised, both of them call you to arrange a date. They phoned you the very next day.

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[itsallyscorner]

Being Dog Parents with Chris (in pictures)

🐾 Who wouldn’t wanna be dog parents with Chris? Like that man is a DEDICATED dog dad.

🐾 You two take the role of being dog parents VERY seriously. Dodger is literally your and Chris’ son.

🐾 Obviously, Chris was the first parent, since he’s the one who adopted Dodger.

🐾 You met Chris when he already had Dodger. When you first met Dodger it was after your third date with Chris, he suggested that you guys head back to his place for a movie night and some drinks.

🐾 As soon as Chris opened the door you guys were greeted by a fluffy blur of brown and white. Dodger sniffed your hand once and immediately pounced onto you. Chris was about to scold Dodger, but stopped when he saw you giggle as Dodger gave your face kisses.

🐾 After that the rest was history! Dodger loved you as much as he loved Chris. Maybe a bit more, because you would sneak him some food under the table from your plate. Even though Chris scolded you for doing it (he’s a hypocrite bc he does it as well when you aren’t looking).

🐾 When Chris first referred to you as “Momma” to Dodger, you cried.

🐾 “Look bubba, it’s momma!” He once said after he and Dodger came back from a walk.

🐾 “Did you just refer to me as his momma?” You asked in shock as Dodger pawed at your legs and nudged your fingers.

🐾 Yes, it was a bit dramatic, but Dodger meant so much to Chris. Dodger was practically his son. The fact that he was referring to you as momma made you emotional because well— you guys are a family now.

🐾 Dodger was spoiled rotten when it came to you two. From countless amounts of squeaky toys to endless belly rubs, the dog was treated like a king in the Evans household.

🐾 You absolutely adore Dodger. He’s the most sweetest and cutest dog you’ve ever seen.

🐾 You and Chris have wayyyy too many pictures of Dodger in your camera roll. You had some polaroids of Dodger as well.

🐾 The pup was used to you and Chris pointing cameras at him that he just learned how to pose properly in front of a camera.

🐾 You guys go on LOTS of family trips.

🐾 Most of these were road trips because both you and Chris didn’t want to cage up Dodger in an airplane for long hours.

🐾 Both of you wanted your son to be comfortable while traveling. Which is why road trips were better because you guys would be able to give him pee breaks and let him stretch his limbs out while you or Chris were buying things at 7/11 or a Wawa’s, etc.

🐾 Chris definitely doggy proofed his entire car. There were seat covers on the seat to avoid fur sticking onto them, the backseats were all down so Dodger could have the entire back + trunk of the car to himself, and he even had a little lunch bag that included kibble, bottles of water, and some treats (which you packed).

🐾 Chris had a list of dog friendly hotels and attractions that you guys could go to. Most of these family trips were outdoors, maybe included some camping and hiking.

🐾 It didn’t matter who it was, but Dodger was an absolute cuddle bug. He loved cuddles.

🐾 You could be chilling out on the bed, too lazy to get up, and Dodger would just peak his head behind the door with those doe puppy eyes. You would hear his nails tapping against the wooden floor and then all of a sudden he would hop onto the bed. He would probably lick your cheek or something before settling against you.

🐾 Chris would later find you two cuddled up in each other’s arms sleeping. He adored the bond you and his dog had because it was the two people (Dodger counts as a human😤) he loved the most in the world.

🐾 Chris would take a few pictures of you and Dodge before joining your cuddle fest in bed.

🐾 Though Chris and Dodger had some type of competition. The two were always competing for your attention.

🐾 If you and Dodger were cuddled up the whole day or spent the day together, Chris would be jealous because while he was busy at work you two were just bonding together.

🐾 Chris would try to tug you into his arms but Dodger would settle himself onto your lap and just huff at his dad’s attempts to get you.

🐾 “You’re such a hog, Dodger. I swear.” He would mutter under his breath as he slumped beside you on the couch with his arms crossed.

🐾 Sometimes you and Chris would be in bed making out and Dodger’s cute self would think you guys were playing so he joined in on the fun and licked both of your faces.

🐾 Causing Chris, the grown man, to whine like a child.

🐾 “Cockblock.”

🐾 “This is my girlfriend, get your own.”

🐾 “Bet your lion doesn’t give you hugs and kisses like (y/n) does.”

🐾 When either you or Chris would have a bad day, Dodger was immediately there to cheer his parents up.

🐾 These moments usually occurred when Chris was away for filming and left you and Dodge at home.

🐾 Dodger was always by your side 24/7, except for peeing, poopy times, or eating. He didn’t have to physically be beside you but you had to be in his line of sight.

🐾 Besides Chris made him promise that he’ll protect their girl.

🐾 “Alright Bubba. You’re the man of the house while I’m gone. Take real good care of our girl and behave.” He’d order the dog, while Dodger just stared at him with his tongue out.

🐾 He would pepper Dodger’s head with kisses before whispering, “I can’t risk losing her because she’s the best momma we got and I wanna make that permanent.”

🐾 When Chris gets back from a shoot, best believe y’all are havin the BEST sex after not seeing each other for months.

🐾 But before things can get hot and dirty, there was one rule in the household that must be followed: No sex in front of the dog to avoid doggy trauma.

🐾 Ugh DOG DAD! CHRIS IS SO WHOLESOME AND I NEED MORE OF IT NOWWWWW

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Hallow-Peen {One-Shot}***

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Pregnancy Kink, Smut, NSFW, Exhibitionism, DO NOT READ AT WORK

Words: 4.1k

Summary: Halloween fun with Chris at a haunted house.

Note: Don’t judge me with the title. I was drawing a blank, and by the end, I had a better one, but I said what the hell let’s keep it. LOL. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Halloween!! 

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  Halloween in Massachusetts means one thing, no matter which part. Scary fun. Salem may be the place of the witch trials that took place, but the entire state of Massachusetts goes crazy for Halloween. Usually, every year Chris being the adorable man-child he is, he would beg to go trick or treating. He’d wear the most basic costume in the world, usually a different animal onesie, just to get as much candy as possible. Candy was his sole objective--well, candy, dressing Dodger up in a costume and seeing all the kids' costumes.

 This year because of the pandemic, things are a little different. He decides that the only way he’ll be okay giving up the option for trick or treating is if you do something Halloween related. That was when he thought up going to a haunted house. You weren’t feeling like it because mother nature had the nerve to fuck everyone over and made it snow. Who wanted to get dressed in a costume that was probably most likely skimpy to freeze because she had the audacity to say, here humans take this? You were in a shitty mood, especially seeing that twenty-twenty was already at peak fuckry levels.

“Come on; you’ll be inside. It won’t be that bad,” Chris continued trying to convince you.

 Even though you were doing your hair and makeup getting ready to go, he could tell you really weren’t feeling it. You looked up from your seated position in front of the bathroom mirror to see Chris come around the corner with a camera on.

 “What are you doing, Chris?”

 “Making memories, sweetheart.”

 You rolled your eyes and went back to applying your mascara. You only felt like this twice a month. You knew this week’s irritability was only because of your body conspiring with mother nature and Chris to put a baby in you.

 Chris came closer and placed a sweet kiss on your exposed shoulder then trailed it up to your neck where he took his time. Thanks to your traitorous body, you moaned.

 “Don’t be mad. How about I put you in a good mood?”

 Chris’s free hand wrapped around your stomach to rest possessively just below your belly button. The warmth from his hand felt so comforting and soothing, but it also felt more than that. When he sunk his fingertips into your flesh, you felt the carnal undertones.

 “And just how do you plan on putting me in a good mood?”

 As a response, Chris nibbled your earlobe and pulled you back against his body. The press of his hard frame against your back. Your body working against you hummed, making you moan again.

 “I think you know just how I’ll put you in a good mood,” Chris whispered as his hand made it to the knot of your towel. With little to no manipulation, he had your towel falling to the floor. With lips pressed to your ear, he took a sharp inhale and moaned.

 “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

 From the mirror, you watched his eyes ravage your body. His eyes rested at your breasts for several long moments before they traveled down your body, only to stop again once he reached where your thighs met. The look on his face was that mischievous, aroused look. He slithered his hand up your sternum to cup one of your breasts before squeezing it. You both moaned in unison.

 “Mm, I’m sorry, baby. I forgot,” Chris cooed as he gently tweaked one of your nipples between his fingers. A soft mewl fell from your lips.

 That was when you remembered he was recording.

 “Is there a reason why you’re recording me?”

 A grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s spread across his face before he licked his lips to bite his bottom lip.

 “Memories.”

 “You’re such a perv. How many of these memories do you have, sir?”

 Chris shrugged nonchalantly as he peered off to the side as if he didn’t know an exact number.  

 “Two, Six, twelve somewhere in that ballpark,” he answered as he turned you and slid you back onto the sink. After a few seconds, he’d handed you the camera.

 “What am I supposed to do with this?”

 Chris again shrugged before he kissed your neck, then your shoulder. He trailed his lips down your body until your pert nipple was in his mouth. You softly sighed out and slumped back, resting against the mirror. Chris slowly swirled his tongue around your skin before he quickly flicked his tongue against your bud. Another moan escaped you. Moving your hand so he was in focus of the camera, you watched him through the display. Chris peeped up to you then quirked his brow before he gave you a small bite. The action sent your back arching, and you jutting out your breast to him like offerings on a platter.

 When he pulled back, he had your nipple between his lips. When it slipped from his mouth, the jerk and sudden cool air had you groaning. Chris kissed a path across your stomach and dropped to his knees before you. Following him with the camera, you pushed it out of your mind that he knew you were practically powerless to say no. He knew that this week he could have you whenever however he wanted. The look he gave you before he fastened his lips to your sex said he knew it full and well. Jackass, you thought.

 It was a brief thought because the sensation of his lips on your clit stifled any other possible thought than fuck yes. Your eyes briefly fluttered closed while your hand lowered, completely forgetting the camera within your grip.

 “Sweetheart,” Chris murmured. The coxing tone in his voice had you looking at him again.

 “At me.”

 The way he said it was so sexy. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you brought him back into focus on the camera screen again. that was when he kissed your clit in the slowest, most exaggerated way.

 “Shit,” you rushed out. Chris softly smiled before he repeated the action two more times.

 It was the that linguistically skillful tongue came into play. He licked, he flicked, he swirled, and he prodded. It was clear he wanted to tease you, make you so on edge that you would lose it. He was close to his goal. Keeping the camera on him, you got lost in the pleasure he was giving you. When you felt him dip his tongue into your heat, you brought your legs up to rest on the edge of the sink.

 “Mmm, you taste better than candy, baby,” Chris said against your sex.

 “So we can stay in tonight cause your trick or treat feast is right here.”

 Glancing at you through the lens, he smirked then sucked your clit into his mouth again. This time he wasn’t so gentle. The pressure quickly built-in your gut, and within seconds, you were coming. Chris wouldn’t let you clamp his face between your legs. He had his hands pressing your thighs back to keep you where he wanted. When he didn’t release you once you’d finished, you felt another creep up on you, and that one wiped you out.

 When Chris pulled back, his lips and beard were glistening, making you smirk. You watched him lick his lips clean, not wasting one drop, and you bit your bottom lip again.

 “You’re the devil,” you joked, making him laugh out loud. The sound bounced off the bathroom walls and had your belly quivering.

 Before he got up, he kissed your clit once more, making you arch again.

 “I prefer puppet master,” he teased, quirking his brow. Asshole knew this was not nearly enough. He knew your body wanted more. Chris took the camera from then turned it to you.

 “I could help you with that if you want,” Chris offered while palming his appendage.

 You hated him. You were in the process of changing your birth control with the appointment scheduled for next week. This meant that you were birth control free, and Chris knew this. Ever since you’d had the talk where you both decided that you wanted to have kids together, you’d seen a whole different side of him. Every time you made love, it became apparent he had a huge pregnancy kink. He always made sly jokes that he’d put a baby in you. You found it funny the first few times, but you quickly realized he meant it. That was why you decided to get off the pill and opted for something more reliable that didn’t depend on you remembering to take it.

 You not on birth control and ovulating was torture, and he knew it and played on it. Your eyes lingered at his hardness, and your mouth watered while your sex spasmed. You began to think and calculate if you could risk it. As if he knew it, Chris moved his hand so you could see the magnitude of his desire for you. Chris crept to you close enough for your hand to grip him. a groan escaped his lips as the camera he held was pointed at your hand, fondling him.

 “He wants to say hello.”

 Meeting his eyes, you watched him lick his lips, and you were closer than ever to risking it all. Using your feet, you pulled at the elastic of his shorts. In seconds, Chris was helping you, riding his hips of the material to stand before you bare from the waist down. Again, your sex pulsated, wanting his invasion more than anything. His dick rested on your pubis and spasmed every few seconds. You wanted him so fucking bad. Seeing you having difficulty making up your mind, he swiped the tip of his cock up and down your sex, nudging your clit. Every time he did, you whimpered. When you felt him circle himself at your opening, you almost wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him close. Almost. You closed your eyes, trying to find your strength.

 “Do you want him to?”

 Chris’s voice was husky. You bit your bottom lip and audibly gulped before you slammed your thighs shut. He didn’t need your words. Smirking, Chris nodded and backed off, pulling up his shorts. When Chris not so junior disappeared inside the shorts, you groaned.

 “Fuck!”

 Chris snorted, tapped the backside of your thigh closest to your ass. “Not yet, sweetheart, you’ll get there. Let’s go; Scott is ten minutes out.”

 With that, he walked out of the bathroom. You already regretted your decision.

 After finishing your makeup and hair, you put on your costume that was face mask compatible and walked into your living room to see Chris, Scott, and his boyfriend all waiting for you. Tens of pictures, a few posts to IG, a few tik toks, and countless sly ploys at teasing you, the four of you were off. With Scott driving and you and Chris in the backseat, you focused your attention on social media rather than the sexy man beside you with his hand on your thigh. Every so often, his grip would tighten then loosen only to do it again and again. With each tightened grip, you noticed his hand creeping higher and higher. He was not slick.

 By the time you got to the haunted house, it was dark, and the parking lot was packing up. The four of you walked to the line and waited for your turn. Chris, with his surgical mask in place, hugged you from behind.

 “You’re quiet. You okay?”

 “Perfectly fine.”

 He nuzzled your neck and moaned. “Cold?”

 “I’m okay.”

 “Let Dr. Evans know if you’re not.”

 The man wanted to kill you.

 It didn’t take long for your turns to come. After listening to the attendant shout out the rules, the four of you cautiously entered. You didn’t mind getting a little scared on Halloween. That was the point. As you walked through the entrance, you looked around at the décor that was clearly meant to be terrifying. The blood on the walls looked so realistic you paused.

 “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Chris whispered before kissing your temple and taking your hand.

 You walked along the designated path, taking in your surroundings. You knew the first scare would be coming up soon, and you wanted to be prepared.

 “This isn’t so bad,” Scott said. You glanced at him; he was laughing as if this was the homestretch rather than the beginning of the torture.

 As expected, someone dressed in bloodied slaughterhouse gear popped out of nowhere, revving his chain saw pulling a loud scream from you. Chris’s loud laugh echoed around you before you pushed him back when he draped his arm around you.

 “Not funny!”

 You walked ahead with the rest of them behind you, but not even four steps later, a trap door popped open, and out came a group of women dressed as the scariest witches you’d ever seen.

 “Oh my god!” Your shriek was loud but not louder than Chris’s laugh.

 Throughout the entire haunted house, there were jump scares galore. There were some that were scarier than others and some that had even Chris and the guys shrieking every now and then. Though you didn’t want to come out, you were enjoying the night. By the time you made it out, you were so glad to see the night sky.

 “I can’t believe you guys got scared,” Scott teasingly said to Chris and his boyfriend.

 “Those last few rooms really got me,” Chris replied.

 “Not nearly as much as they got, Y/N.”

 All eyes landed on you, making you cross your arms and pout.  “I didn’t even wanna come,” you whined.

 Chris snorted and approached you. “Poor baby. It’s been a hard night for her. we should cut her some slack.”

 Rolling your eyes, you turned your back to them and saw another Halloween attraction.

 “Ooh, is that a funhouse?”

 “Yeah, it’s up for one night. I heard mention of it on the news,” Scott informed.

 “Let’s go,” you blurted before walking off.

 It wasn’t part of the plan, but why not, you thought. It didn’t take long to walk across the field to the funhouse that was nearly deserted. Once there, you were informed you were the last bunch for the night before they closed up and packed it up. Chris paid the entrance fee, and the four of you walked in.

 “First one out wins,” Scott’s boyfriend said before dashing off to the right, leaving you and Chris to go left. You could hear him and Scott giggling like children until one of them tried to quiet the other.

 After a few minutes, the four of you crossed paths, which had all of you laughing.

 “They’re so cute,” you said to Chris once you were alone again.

 “Yeah. They’re not the only ones,” he said, wrapping his arms around you at the same time the lights flipped, coating the entire funhouse in a black light that was usually used in some of the putt-putt golf places.

 “This just got ten times spookier,” you said.

 “I don’t know. I think it just got ten times better. I like you in the dark.”

 You spun in his arms and kissed him. You’d been holding it in all night. Chris moaned and dropped his hands to your ass. His fingertips grazed the bare skin just underneath your ass, making you moan on his lips. Chris delved his tongue into your mouth to curl around yours before he began backing you somewhere. When your back touched a cold surface, you pulled away and slipped out of his arms.

 That was when you saw it was a magic mirror. “Wow.”

 You and Chris stood there as the mirrors began to move, changing design.

 “Holy shit!”

 Neither you nor Chris could stifle your laugh, hearing Scott and his boyfriend shout out in unison.

 “Did you guys know the mirrors moved?”

 “Nope,” Chris shouted back at them.

 “This is fucking awesome,” Scott exclaimed as the mirrors stopped moving.

 You and Chris continued on your path, searching for your way out of the maze. Every few minutes, the mirrors shifted, making it impossible to remember where you’d come or where you were going. Stopping, you spun around, trying to decide on the way to go. At that moment, you felt Chris’s lips on your neck, nibbling your skin.

 “I can’t think when you do that.”

 “Why do you need to think? We’re alone in here. I’m sure there are other things you can do besides think,” Chris coaxed.

 “Oh, really? Like what?”

 Chris’s hand came around to cup your clothed breast, making you melt against him. You could feel the beginning stirs of his erection pressing into your back.

 “I love you, sweetheart.”

 “I love you.”

 “Little Red Riding Hood liked the big bad wolf, right?”

 You knew very well where this was going. Smirking, you bit your bottom lip.

 “I’m sure in the beginning in the forest, she thought he was okay.”

 “Well, we can call this a forest,” Chris suggested, making you smirk.

 “We could. The mirror forest. Why do you ask Mr. Wolf?”

 Chris groaned by your ear then moved his hand to trail down your body to rest at your pelvis.

 “This wolf is ravenous.”

 If he only knew how hard it was to resist him and how ravenous you were right now too, you thought.

 “Ravenous, you say? How so? You ate not too long ago, Mr. Wolf,” you countered.

 “One taste is never enough. Can you help little red riding hood?”

 Chris then bit your shoulder before dipping his hand under the hem of your too short skirt to make connection with your searing pussy.

 “Fuck!”

 “I told you this costume was trouble.”

 “I was supposed to be wearing it around the house, if you recall. This was your idea,” you hammered home.

 Before he could speak again, you pulled yourself together and dashed off.

 “Tell you what, Mr. Wolf, you’ll have to catch your meal tonight,” you sang before disappearing.

 You giggled as you dashed around corners. If it was one thing Chris enjoyed, it was chasing. When you were sure you’d made enough turns that would elude him, you leisurely strode through the funhouse maze, counting how long it took him.

 “Little Red,” Chris sing-songed. “I can smell you, princess.”

 “What do I smell like?”

 “Mine!”

 Chris’s voice was deep and menacing but in the sexiest way. Once he said it, you heard his footsteps speed and knew he was coming. Running behind corner after corner, you didn’t put much thought into the direction you were going. The exhilaration of the chase had you so excited that you didn’t even see him come from behind one of the corners until it was too late.

 “Little red riding hood.”

 The look in his eyes had your belly fluttering and your panties soaking. Slowly you backed away from him.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what great big eyes you have,” you said.

 “All the better to see you and your curves, little red.”

 You smiled and watched him take one step to you, making you take another back that made him slide his tongue across his lips.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a long tongue you have.”

 “All the better to lick you with, little red.”

 He took two more steps to you. You only took one back. Your eyes dropped lower, your attention being drawn to the tent in his pants.

 “Oh my Mr. Wolf, what a big cock you have.”

 Chris smiled widely, eyes locking with yours, giving you that Gemini Flanagan smolder.

 “All the better to fuck you with, little red.”

 Once the words escaped his lips, he pounced on you, lifting you into his arms then pressing your back against one of the mirrors. His lips found yours and took control of a searing, soul-sucking kiss that left you so breathless you were at the point of risking it all.

 “Fuck it,” you grunted out. You could feel Chris smiling on your lips.

 His hands slid down, cupping your ass underneath the red skirt you wore. When you felt his fingers glide against your sex, you whimpered.

 “You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

 You quickly nodded your head, no longer interested in keeping him at bay. You wanted to feel him, and you didn’t want to wait.

 “Fuck me!”

 “Here?”

 “Now!”

 Not needing to be told twice, Chris slipped your panties to the side with one hand and opened the fly of his pants, letting lose what your disloyal body craved. In a matter of seconds, Chris plunged his cock into you, sheathing himself to the hilt. You shrieked out but bit onto his shoulder to stifle the sound as much as you could.

 “You guys all right?”

 Chris didn’t stop thrusting into you; he was too far gone with desire. Locking eyes with you, you knew he wanted you to respond.

 “Yes! Eh-em, yes, we’re—we’re—fine,” you stuttered, trying to keep the pleasure from your voice to keep it even toned.

 It was hard. Your jaw dropped when Chris rotated his hips, sending his cock against your walls. You flung your head back, banging it onto the glass.

 “Fuck, you feel so good, princess. So fucking tight,” Chris hissed out.

 His pace never slowed or wavered. He kept it steady, kindling such a fire within you that you knew you’d be coming in no time.

 “Mmm, you’re gonna make me come, baby,” you hastily whispered.

 “Come on this cock, babygirl. Come for me.”

 The way he said baby girl had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Chris changed your body's angle using the mirror as a stabilizing force as he held you by your thighs at the crock where they met your pelvis. The new angle had you moaning loudly.

 “You love daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

 “Yes, I love daddy’s dick. Don’t stop Chris, don’t stop fucking me.”

 The way his thrusts sped, you knew he was close. He’d been holding out the whole week just as you had. It was hanging on by a thread.

 “You want it?”

 “Yes.”

 “Where?”

 “You know where. Fill me up, baby.”

 Chris’s eyebrow quirked as he looked at you with a question in his eyes.

 “Don’t say--,” Chris began.

 “I want it.”

 That was all the permission he needed. He pulled you up and hugged you to him, then kissed you.

 “I’m gonna put this baby in you. You want it?”

 “Yes, baby, give it to me!”

 Chris’s face contorted, and his thrusts staggered. You clenched around him, making him lose his control. As he groaned and whimpered, you did too.

 “Take this dick baby, take it. Have my baby.”

 “Yes, yes, yes!”

 You felt him erupt within you, and it shook you to your core. Your body shook, and you hugged him close, afraid you’d float away from the height of your ecstasy. After several long moments of the two of you coming down from your shared orgasm, Chris moaned into your ear.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a big load you had.”

 Chris smiled, shook his head, then kissed the tip of your nose. “All the better to knock you up with.”

 The two of you bust out laughing together, completely oblivious to anything else around you. When you quieted, you found Chris’s eyes on you.

 “What’s wrong?”

 “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to crack you all night.”

 You snorted at the pitiful look on his face. “I know, I’m not an idiot, and you’re not as sly as you think you are. I know you’ve been using my weakness this week against me.”

 The smirk he gave you had you rolling your eyes. “I hope you smirk like that when I show you the fruits of your labor,” you teased.

 About five minutes later, you and Chris met Scott and his boyfriend outside, and the four of you walked back to the car ready to call it a night. Once the four of you were in and on your way, Chris grabbed your hand and kissed it.

 “My, my Mr. Wolf, what a big cock you have,” Scott said in a teasing voice, making both yours and Chris’s jaw drop.

 “The better to fuck you with,” Scott’s boyfriend replied, making you and Chris gasp.

 “Oh my god, Scott!”

 “You two are some freaks. In the funhouse?!

 The entire drive home was mortifying as the two of them teased you the whole way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[babybluebex]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write something where Sebastian Stan is a dad to a little boy and the one who always reads to him before bed, but one night Seb is very tired after shooting, and reader is the one putting him to bed, but the little one refuses to go to sleep until Seb reads to him.

Sorry for my bad Engish, it's not my first languaje. Also, if you don't want to write this I totally understand. 🥰

no! i love the idea!! i tweaked it a bit to fit an idea i was already writing, so i hope you liked what i did with it :) and ur english is perfect my love

goodnight, sleep tight [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: dad!sebastian stan x fem!reader( y/n) ➽ word count: 2.2k ➽ summary: see above! ➽ warnings: mentions of postpartum depression, angst ➽ a/n: the image of seb in bucky’s costume, getting a little baby to fall asleep makes me go uwu

“Are you guys coming to set today?” Sebastian asked, pressing a kiss to my head. 

“I’ll see if Andy wants to,” I mumbled with a yawn. My husband’s call time was six AM, which was so much earlier than I ever wanted to be awake, so he usually woke me up with a goodbye kiss. “I think we can manage it, though.” 

“Ah, well,” Sebastian shrugged. “He’s barely a year old. I think he’ll like it.” 

“But he’s also your son,” I countered. 

“What does that mean?” Sebastian asked. Even in the dark of the room, I could see the happy glint in his blue eyes. 

“He’s stubborn,” I said. “Won’t do anything if he doesn’t want to.” 

“That’s not a ‘me’ thing,” Sebastian told me. “That’s a Romanian thing. We’re stubborn people.” 

“Regardless,” I sighed. “I think he might be scared of the costume. The mask and the arm and all; it might be a bit much.” 

“He’ll be able to tell it’s me,” Sebastian said. “Kids are like dogs, they can recognize people by smell. Right?” 

“Maybe your smell,” I chuckled, my throat dry from the night of sleep. “Mr. Bucket-Of-KY-Jelly.” 

“That was uncalled for,” Sebastian chuckled. He leaned over the bed, bracing his left hand next to me head, and I turned to fully look at him. “I smell great.” 

“When you shower, you do,” I said, scrunching my nose, and Sebastian laughed deep in his chest. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, giving me the gentlest of kisses. Sebastian wasn’t usually a gentle creature-- his kisses usually left me with bruised and puffy lips or marks littering my neck and breasts-- but, in the morning, he was so soft and sweet. 

“We’ll continue this later,” Sebastian said. His long hair fell into his face, and I tenderly pushed it behind his ear. Adjusting to the new everything that Seb required for this film was an experience; the long hair, the stubble, and the weight training was grueling for all three of us, especially little Andrei. He missed his daddy dearly, but Sebastian always made up for lost time with nightly tummy-time and stories. Andrei James Stan had loved his dad since before he was born-- the little bastard always kicked up a storm when Sebastian rubbed my belly or talked to me-- and, when he was gone filming something for a long time, Andy got a little upset and overly clingy. Call it separation anxiety or just plain missing his daddy, but Sebastian always made it up to Andy with a special Daddy/Andy night (which also gave me the opportunity to be by myself for a while). 

“I hope not too much later,” I whispered, pulling him down to kiss me again. “I miss you, Seb.” 

“I know, baby,” Sebastian whispered as he pressed his forehead to mine. “I miss you too. Maybe we can get a babysitter or something on Sunday.”

“Great idea,” I said. “Now, you gotta go or you’ll be late.” 

“Ugh,” Sebastian groaned. 

“Go!” I giggled. “My big super-soldier. You gotta show everyone what you’re made of.” 

Just as I spoke, from across the room, Andy made a squealing noise in his crib. The trailer we were living in while Sebastian shot Winter Soldier was a bit small, but it worked perfectly. “Oh, really?” Sebastian said, turning his head to look at Andy. “And what do you think I’m made of, mister?” 

Sebastian moved to his crib as I turned on the lamp, and I watched Sebastian, all muscles and beard and long hair, reach into the crib and pull his infant son into his arms. Andy was born premature, so he was still pretty small, and it made my heart melt. His fluffy hair was in-between a blond and a brown, sorta like how Sebastian’s hair was when he was little, and he had the most beautiful blue eyes. “Really?” Sebastian playfully grimaced, nuzzling his nose against Andy’s. “I think you’re made of yogurt and farts, young man.” 

“Seb!” I snorted. “Don’t say that to him!”

“He is, though!” Sebastian laughed, Andy’s little fist tightening around a lock of his hair. “I don’t see you denying it.” 

“Don’t say our son’s made of farts,” I protested, getting out of bed. “He’s made of wonderful things, like love and kindness--” 

“And yogurt,” Sebastian added. 

“And yogurt,” I acquiesced. Andy did eat a lot of yogurt. “Speaking of, is the little monster hungry? Is that why you’re up so early?” 

Andy nodded, patting his tummy, and Sebastian gave him to me. “Have a good day today, babies,” Sebastian told me, kissing my forehead, then brushing Andy’s hair back and kissing his soft head. “Just text me when you’re coming by.” 

“Sure thing.” 

“This is Sebastian’s baby?” 

Scarlet held Andy in a tender embrace, gazing at him with surprise. She was looking at him with a look of wonderment, like she couldn’t believe that Sebastian of all people could be capable of producing another human being. Nobody on the cast had properly met Andy yet, hence why Andy and I visiting set was such a big deal. “Looks just like him,” she added. 

“Acts like him too,” I chuckled. “Stubborn as hell and eats everything in sight.” 

“Damn, this really is his kid,” Scarlet laughed, and Andy thumped his head down onto her shoulder. “He’s so sweet.”

Andy smiled at Scarlet and gave a happy squeal, and Scarlet turned to face me. “Who’s that?” She asked in a gentle voice, and Andy’s smile turned to me. 

“Mama!” He exclaimed, reaching for me, and Scarlet and I laughed. 

“Smart as hell,” Scarlet added. 

“That comes from me,” I chuckled. Andy took a fistful of my shirt and started to chew on the fabric, but I was used to it. He was teething and chewed on everything; most of my shirts were a little frayed from him. 

“Mean,” said Sebastian from behind me, and I turned and gave a gasp of surprise. I hadn’t ever seen him in full costume before, and it was a shock at first. A leather vest and tight dark jeans, tactical gear everywhere, and a dark mask obscuring the bottom half of his face. And, of course, covering his left arm, a cast-like structure that looked like silver metal with a red star on his shoulder. The arm was covered in little orange dots-- I’m assuming to assist in mo-cap during editing-- and he wore a leather glove on his left hand. 

“Jesus God,” I laughed. “Scared the hell outta me. You look good, babes.” 

“I know,” Sebastian told me, and I knew that he was smirking at me under the mask. “You look beautiful too.” 

“Not really,” I said. “I’m not even wearing makeup.” 

“Still beautiful,” he said, and he reached up and tugged the mask off. He leaned down and, cradling my cheek in his gloved hand, gently kissed my lips. “And the little rascal?” 

“Mm,” I hummed, breaking the kiss. “He’s sleepy. Getting cranky and all.” 

“Has he eaten?” 

“Just did,” I told him. “Before you ask, yes, it was yogurt. But I also gave him some of those blueberry puffy crackers.” 

“Did you save any for me?” Sebastian asked, his eyebrows raising. 

“In my pocket,” I replied. Sebastian and I had quickly discovered that certain baby foods were delicious, especially the fruit-flavored puffy crackers that Andy favored, and I always ended up bringing some with me wherever I went. 

“I know that you’re not eating baby food,” Scarlet laughed as Sebastian reached into my pocket and extracted the plastic bag of star-shaped crackers. 

“They’re good as hell,” Sebastian said, popping a handful into his mouth. “Want one?” 

“I’ll pass,” Scarlet laughed. 

“Ask Mackie, I’m sure he’ll tell you the same,” Sebastian said. Then, he turned his attention back to me. “I could read him a quick story to get him down, if you want.” 

I shrugged. “If you really want to,” I said. 

“Alright, stinker,” Sebastian said, exchanging the crackers for Andy. “Did you bring a book?” 

“Shit, no,” I mumbled. 

“Shit!” 

“Oh, c’mon, man,” I sighed as Scarlet laughed. I frequently forgot that Andy was at the stage where he was repeating things that he heard, and usually Sebastian and I were good about not cussing, because Andy would repeat it for the rest of time. “Don’t expose me like this.” 

“I can come up with a story,” Sebastian said through stifled laughter. “Let’s find a place to get comfy, huh, mister? A nice chair, maybe? I bet Uncle Chris has a really nice chair we can settle in…” 

As he walked away, I felt a presence behind me. I had briefly met Chris at the First Avenger premiere a few years ago, when Sebastian and I weren’t even properly dating yet, but Sebastian and I had eloped, hence no wedding to see him at. “Hey, Evans,” I said and gave him a quick fist bump. 

“Where’re they going?” Chris asked, munching at an orange. 

“To steal your chair in the shade,” I said. “Andy’s getting sleepy and only sleeps when Seb reads him a story.” 

“Cute,” Chris said. “Ya know, Sebastian never shuts up about the two of you.”

“Really?” I asked. “Like, what does he say?”

“Just little stories,” Chris said. “Something you said, or something Andy did. Or just the quick little ‘we had this for dinner’ or ‘we watched this movie last night’. He adores you two.” 

“That’s nice,” I said softly. “I always worry if he’s getting sick of having these two lives. It must be a lot for him.” 

“I can’t read minds,” Chris said. “But I don’t think he could ever get sick of you.”

I nodded slowly. “I was diagnosed with postpartum depression after Andy was born,” I started quietly. “I was so anxious that I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t stop crying, I… I even thought about packing a bag and leaving and not coming back. It was so fucking hard, and I thought for sure that Sebastian would ask for a divorce or something. I guess I’m still a little worried about that. But that’s… That’s really helpful, Chris. Thanks.” 

I tried to contain my tears, but Chris must have seen through my crumbling facade, because he wrapped me in a tight hug. “You’re so strong, Y/N,” he whispered. “Know that I’m proud of you, and Scar, and Mackie, and all of us, but especially Sebastian. Man, he fucking loves you so much. There’s nothing that you could do that would make him hate you or want to divorce you. I don’t know much about your relationship, but I know that.” 

I was glad I wasn’t wearing makeup, because I knew that it would be smeared across my cheeks by now. It was one thing to hear it from Sebastian, but from an outsider like Chris, it meant the world. “Thanks,” I whispered. “That means so fucking much.” 

“And, hey, I kinda know how it goes with a baby,” Chris began. “My sisters have kids, and I’ve played babysitter plenty of times. And I’d say I’m pretty good at it. No complaints so far. So, if you ever need a babysitter to get a break for a night, I’d love to help.” 

“That would be so nice,” I sighed into his shoulder. “Not to be TMI…” I paused to let him stop me, but his hand comfortingly ran up my back. “It’s been a while since it was just… Me and Seb, ya know what I mean?”

“I do,” Chris said. “You have my number.” 

I nodded and detached myself from Chris, and I chuckled as I wiped my face dry. “I’m gonna go find my boys,” I said. “Thanks for that, man.”

“Anytime, Mrs. Stan,” Chris said with a smile. 

It wasn’t hard to find Sebastian and Andrei. They were settled in a canvas chair under a tarp shade, with Andy’s little head resting on his shoulder. He seemed like he was already out like a light. “... So Steve is like ‘Bucky?’ and Bucky looks at his friend and he says ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’, which is not that good. Because Bucky should know who Steve is, right?” 

“Are you telling him spoilers for the movie?” I asked, putting my hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. 

“It’s the only story I could come up with on the spot,” Sebastian said. “But he seems to like it… Or not like it. Does it mean he thinks it’s boring if he falls asleep during it?” 

“I think it means that he loves you,” I said. “And he finds comfort in you, even when you look like that.”

“Look like what?” Sebastian asked. When I didn’t answer and only gave him a playful smile, he said, “When I look like what, Y/N Stan?” 

“So different than usual,” I offered with a shrug, and Sebastian rolled his eyes. 

“You’ll pay for that,” he told me, patting Andy’s back gently. “What were you talking to Chris about?” 

“He was just telling me some nice things,” I said simply. “About how you’re always talking about me and Andy. And he said that he’d babysit whenever we need him to.” 

“Hmm,” Sebastian hummed softly. “Sounds promising. I really miss you, baby.” 

“I miss you too,” I told him. “Now, my love, you have work. Be good and kill Chris for me.” 

“Anything for you, my baby.” 

[mcmusing]

During my recent re-watch of the Fantastic Fours, I realized even more why Rise of the Silver Surfer is one of the best sequels ever made. It succeeds where too many followups fail. It stays true to the protagonists while also further developing them, raises the stakes, ventures into new territory, avoids rehashing, and balances the drama-action-levity masterfully.

Some of the interesting aspects:

-The movie opens with bizarre disasters going on across the globe. Right away, the audience is informed that there is a mysterious and much bigger threat this time around.

-Re-introducing the Fantastic Four being the Fantastic Four. They're full-blown celebrities now, Reed and Sue keep having their weddings derailed, Ben is comfortable in his rocky skin, and Johnny is more hilarious than ever.

-Reed is as eager to get married as Sue, but he can't help his fixation with trying to save the world via science. Still, it's evident that if he had to choose, he would pick superhero retirement to have a family with Sue.

-All criticism for Sue prioritizing her wedding is absurd. She's concerned about Johnny's power glitch and understands how important it is that they cooperate with the military. Her role as Team Heart gets expanded. Her empathy convinces the Silver Surfer to be their allie. It is devastating when she tries to protect him, but the alien technology penetrates her force field. She's deeply pierced in the chest. It is so gut-wrenching to watch the Team Heart bleeding to death from her own.

-Chris Evans incredible emotional range as Johnny. He's still the kid of the team with innocence and vulnerability behind his showboating persona, but there's clearly more to him. After being the one most in love with his powers, he's now seriously struggling in that area. He's also going through growing pains and trying to figure out what he wants out of life besides media attention.

-Ben went through so much sorrow in the first film and he's completely earned the happiness and peace of mind he has now. He's more outgoing and adored by children. He's willing to go down fighting, but admits he'd rather go out holding Alicia. He is the Team Muscle and strong support pillar for the others.

-The Four have individual arcs and interpersonal relationships, but they're obviously a unified team. Whatever disagreements between them, there's no doubt what an inseparable force they are.

-It's so amazing how well the sub-plots mesh together. Johnny's power issues, Sue and Reed's wedding woes, and the Silver Surfer arriving on Earth are necessary for the end and wrapped up nicely.

-The pacing was great, never too rushed or dragged out. There are plenty of human moments instead of hurrying to get to the next action sequence.

-Victor Von Doom returning without crowding the film or being Magneto levels repetitive. He's supposed to be hostile towards the Four, but Julian McMahon's chemistry with the rest of the cast comes off as if he's comfortable with their temporary truce. Victor and Reed working together looked so natural and he even appeared quietly proud when Reed asserted himself authoritatively towards the general. It's easy to interpret their inevitable fallout as a 'what could have been' scenario.

-The Four having actual friends besides their fans. Alicia is much closer to the other three now, especially Sue. Her relationship with Ben gets more screentime as well. After getting acquainted with the team for less than a day, the Silver Surfer is more loyal to them than any alleged friendship in the X-movies.

-Messages like true heroism requires a lot more than flashy powers. Also, how arguments in a family doesn't necessarily make any one member absolutely wrong or right. No view is dismissed as invalid. Compare that mature approach to the mcu's marketing of Team Tony vs. Team Steve.

-An ending that would make even the hardest heart jump for joy.

I am so grateful for the Definitive Fantastic Four films, especially with what's happening in current day. It's a shame that if any future comic book movies stay true to their source material while also being entertaining, it likely won't be in my lifetime.

A sad situation I might have to remedy.....

[evanzbuck]

There’s only a few more days until this year finally ends and I just want to thank you guys for saving my 2020. Quarantine made me officially return to tumblr and met you all, the best mutuals I could ever ask. And even if we’re not mutuals I still wanna thank you because every single person I follow is awesome and talented as hell. Thank you for bearing with me while I go through all these fandoms I don’t know how you guys do it (and for the people who followed me for 5sos and are still here: you guys are the real ones and have my entire heart). Every tag on my gifsets, message, ask or just seeing you guys on my dash makes me so freaking happy, so thank you so much for this and I hope 2021 is a better year for all of us. I wish you guys a happy new year and all the best in the world. I love you! P.s.: I’ve never done a follow forever and I’m pretty sure I forgot some people so I’m so sorry and I still love you!!

a-i

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and before i end this, a special thanks to some beautiful human beings I adore with my entire heart and made this year incredibly special for me:

@letitialewiss @buckleys-diaz i just love you both so fucking much? i think that sums it up. thank you for your friendship, for letting me annoy the hell out of you, for honestly being my two biggest supporters on this site and for blessing me this world with your creations

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[giorno-plays-piano]

Soooo first of I'm really REALLY happy that I've found your blog and your writing is AMAZING ❤️ And I wanted to ask for a Yandere! Loki x Reader maybe? Were the reader just has a normal life but then Loki sees her while the battle in New York and he can't get her out of his head. And he decides to kidnap her and bring her somewhere nobody can find her. (Sorry if there are mistakes English is not my native language 😅)

Thank you so much, dear! I'm so sorry for being slow with requests. I hope you will enjoy this one! Btw I’m not a native either, but I think your English is totally good 😌

Of gods and monsters

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, implied stalking, kidnapping, allusion to non-con.

Words: 1165.

P.S. Of course, I just had to include one of those overused quotes 🙄

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Watching you sleep became one of his favorite things a long time ago, but watching you sleep on a magnificent, enormously big canopy bed meters away from him gave Loki a very different kind of satisfaction: he thought the feeling of owning you could explain it, but there was something else to it, something he couldn’t quite comprehend.

When he first saw you, it was barely the time to get distracted: Chitauri were flooding into New York, and he was fighting Avengers to complete his glorious mission. Yet that was the moment when Loki spotted a lone woman sitting on a bench near a small fountain, a book in her hands when she stared somewhere in front of her, not moving yet showing no great distress. You just sat there, in the heat of the battle, with Chitauri flying over your head on their vehicles. Strangely, you were unharmed while everything around you was promptly getting destroyed.

You reminded Loki of a sacred statue, an ancient deity carved in stone, silent and cold. You cared little for destruction and death surrounding you, deaf to sharp cries of pain and screams. Frozen in place, you were staring into the abyss, and the abyss didn’t frighten you.

Of course, much later, when the Avengers were defeated and Loki gained control over the Earth, he learnt that time you were under heavy medication, indifferent to the world surrounding you, but he didn’t change his mind, watching you secretly from afar. No, you were exactly who he saw you were, and the more he watched, the more Loki knew he couldn’t just leave you among those pathetic human beings surrounding you.

When you shifted slightly beneath the silky rose blanket, his gaze returned to your peaceful face, and Loki sensed you finally waking up: the sleep potion he gave you wasn’t a strong one, but, locked in a human body, you needed a gentle treatment.

Moving your head on a pillow, you covered your eyes with your palm, rubbing the skin a little before you slowly got up; the curves of your body now on display because of a shiny see-through fabric of the ivory nightgown Loki dressed you in. Enjoying the view, he smiled when he realized the potion was still working: your movements were slow and clumsy; you didn’t ever register waking up not in your own bed.

“Did you sleep well?” He raised his voice once he spotted you trying to stand on your shaky legs, and you slowly sat down, turning your head to him.

You were looking at him with almost the same eyes you looked at the fountain that day in New York.

“I did.” You muttered in a quiet voice, observing the man you saw for a first time in your life silently. “Thank you.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he stood up from his place and headed to you nonchalantly, giving you a chance to look at him in all his glory: enveloped in warm, dozy light, he was that God the short-sighted, foolish humans had always been searching for. But you weren’t one of them, he knew, and he wasn’t surprised when he saw the blank expression on your face instead of adoration and fawning. You were above all that.

“Who are you?”

You were still quiet when you asked Loki a question, and he felt a strange satisfaction seeing you reacting with such grace. When he stayed silent, your eyes starting darting towards the room if you could call this space a room at all. Of course, you had never been to Asgard and could barely imagine what it was like: a place he brought you to looked like something in between a huge hall and cherry gardens lit with light as if Loki brought the sun inside. There was even a little pond surrounded by pale marble stones, and you could see something gleaming in the water. With a lavish, dark-wooden canopy bed, dressers and vanity, it all looked breathtakingly beautiful, but... fake, phantasmagoric, like a composition in an art museum, carefully constructed but having no connection to reality. It was as if this place were frozen in time.

“You have always liked Greek myths, haven’t you?” Loki said, stopping only when he reached your bed and sat close to you, bringing his hand to the back of your neck and softly brushing his fingers against your warm skin. "I remember you had so many books about ancient gods. If I piled them up, they could reach the selling of your apartment."

For the first time, Loki felt you trembling just a little at the mention of your apartment and clear implication that he had been there. Funny, but the fact you were a little scared of him now gave him satisfaction, too, and the way you looked at him told the man you started being aware what exactly was happening.

"What was your most favorite myth, once again?"

Slightly massaging the back of your neck, he then set his hands on your bare shoulders, squeezing them tight until you tensed; he started rubbing them once he felt you flinching. Loki didn't need you to answer his question: he knew well you loved the story of Hades and Persephone. It seemed amusing, if not ridiculous to him that people find this barbaric ritual romantic, but maybe it was for the best: if you liked this odd tradition so much, Loki decided you would find his gesture sympathetic and even compassionate.

Despite the fact you were now aware the man close to you was not a human being, you looked at him with dignity, "Are you a god of the dead, then?"

"Sometimes I am." Tilting his head and letting his long black hair fall on your bare shoulder, Loki touched your cheek with his thumb, and you felt his breath on your skin. "You don't have to worry, I'm not dragging you to Hell, darling, though I won't let you return back to Earth either. This 9 to 3 months rule seems quite silly to me."

"Back to Earth?"

He saw the confusion and visible discomfort on your face when you realized you weren't even in your own realm, and a wicked, sadistic pleasure rose somewhere inside his chest; pure joy washing over him once the realization hit you. There was only one God in front of whom people of Earth were kneeling now.

"Why are you frightened? I expected more from a girl who didn't run from death in New York." You got up on your still shaky legs with Loki watching you with a wide green on his face when you grabbed the headboard, almost falling down: were you truly thinking of escaping him now?

Oh, he was enjoying it so much more than he thought he would. Maybe there was something in that silly myth you humans loved so much, finally.

"If you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."

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[natashxromanovf]

chris evans this does have the potential to hurt my feelings

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

i'm sorry but that man is one of the most gorgous human beings i have seen in my life

how hot is that celebrity?

[faithiegirl01]

Faithie’s Fic Finding Corner:

Ok help!!!

Can someone!! Anyone!! And I mean Anyone at all!! For the love of God please help me find clean sweetheart Chris Evans fics?!

I’m getting so sick and tired of only being able to find freaking smut!!! Like if ya know me you know I don’t read that.

Do I support it? Yes. If you are my friend and you write it then yes I will gladly support it.

BUT!!!

I myself don’t actually read the work. Sure I will share it or read some of it, but I always and I mean always skip over it if it’s not most of the story….

I mean come on!! It’s a real human being you are imaging in that said scenario and let’s be honest that’s kinda gross.

BUT!!! That doesn’t in any way shape or form mean I’m going to be mean to anyone who does write it. I will support them just as much as I would anyone else because I still count it as amazing work even if I don’t get fantasizing another very real human being in that.

BUT!!!

Like for that to be literally the only real thing I see for Chris and some other celebrities or stuff I follow makes me genuinely upset. Like there are days I’ll be looking for a cute adorable little happy fic then there ends up being smut like really?

I’m just annoyed because it’s like the only thing I see anymore and that’s definitely not what I would like to imagine with Chris Evans because 1. I DON’T KNOW HIM ITS WEIRD TO IMAGINE OTHER PEOPLE IN ANYTHING LIKE THAT and 2. Again I just want a fic to lift my spirits not make me get grossed out in anyway.

And DON’t get me started on the people who don’t put any warning at all…. Like bro yesterday I was reading this really and I mean really cute fic and then suddenly they were all over one another like bro I may be an adult, but that doesn’t mean I’d like to imagine doing that with anyone I don’t know because I don’t really know how they are. Ya know what I mean? Like they could literally actually be the meanest person ever then what are you going to do?

I also get it for captain America. Like for Johnny storm I could see, but cap ain’t like that at all and it makes me so upset to see him being sexualized,  because while yes I believe Chris Evans is HOT it doesn’t mean I have to be gross and imagine him or his characters in that way.

Again if you do there’s nothing wrong with that it’s just not me. I’m just not one for smut. And again yes I will support those who write it, but it doesn’t mean I have to fully read it.

Like that’s not why I love Chris or Captain America. I love them because they both seem sweet, loving, kind and so much more.

Not to mention Cap is from the era that I really love. Seriously ask my mom I love anything that’s from 1940s to like the 1950s. I mean heck my grad dress was a blue 1950s era polkadotted dress that should tell ya something….

All I’m saying is it’s annoying that it’s literally the ONLY fics I seem to find now….

Like can’t I just get one cute fluffy cuddle Steve/Chris? Like come on not everything has to do with smut…..

HELP ME!!!!! FOR THE EVER LOVEING GOD SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!!