#chris evans shitshow

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Take a Chance of Me (Skinny!Steve Rogers)

Summary: Steve visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th Ave. in NYC and meets you there. Skinny!Steve AU

WC: 550

Warnings: preserum steve, fluff

A/N: i'm locating all of old fics on here. i'm located a TON of them already. *Most* of them are already on ao3 or you to enjoy.

Read on Ao3!

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Being as he was, Steve always felt out of place. He never held a girl’s attention like his best friend, Bucky. He never had a first kiss, a first date, nothing. He was always stuck at home with his mother to care for him. Of course, Bucky was always hanging about or dragging him places– which Steve never minded. He held Bucky to high standards because, for once, Steve had someone to hang with, someone who didn’t treat him like he was so fragile. Someone who saw Steve for who he was.

Steve had met Bucky a few years ago. He was maybe thirteen or fourteen. Who really remembered? He was fighting a bully in an alleyway next to an ice cream shop. Well, the bully was fighting, and Steve was groaning and hacking up a lung, trying to defend the poor cat that the bully had been torturing.

Bucky had heard the grunts and trash cans being knocked over and of course, he was drawn to the noise. He’d watched for only a second before he had sighed and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, preparing to lay one on this bigger guy. Bucky had taken a few steps into the alley and clocked his fist right into the man’s skull, causing him to stumble forward and lose his balance. “Come on, punk.” He called, beckoning over to the little blonde man, who had a bloody and what looked to be a broken nose. He’d taken the shorter man back to his home, where Bucky’s mother had helped him heal. Steve stayed at Bucky’s house every day after school for the rest of the month.

So now, it was years later. Bucky had gone off to fight in a war America had no business fighting in. Steve had walked around, finally making a stop at the  Metropolitan Museum of Art, where he studied the paintings and sculptures to pass the time. He thought about everything in his mind. He thought about how he’d wanted to become a professional painter. He thought about his friendship with Bucky. He thought about his mother and how grateful he was that she was with him.

Steve thought about many things as he strolled through the rooms, looking at everything around him. He’d been so busy looking he hadn’t noticed you were just as preoccupied looking as well. He’d bumped into you, knocking you both onto the ground.

You let out a surprised cry as your butt had collided with the marble flooring, knocking the brochure out of your hand.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled as he scurried to his feet and helped you to your own.

“It’s okay!” you nearly giggle at the redness on his face.

“Are you hurt?” he asked you, voice timid and unsure.

You shook your head, grinning at the small, handsome blond man. “No, of course not. It was hardly a fall.”

He nodded, running a hand through his short locks of hair. “Um-”

You only shrugged before gently intertwining your arms together, making Steve stutter even more. “Would you like to take a tour with me?”

“Yes.” He blinked, not knowing what else to say, thinking about how proud Bucky would be of him had he been standing next to him. “Of course, I would.”

“Great!”

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[dodgerevansce]

It was shocking he was the only one stalking her pictures during 2021 ahahaha

[cyarsk52-20]

can we take this to my bedroom, I’m just saying

[angelic-barnes]

jealous….. of what,babe?

[violeth-r04]

Okay this is a ‘little’ PSA and rant to all of Chris and abba’s fans (and yes I know how to actually spell her name, I just thought it was funny to make fun of it bc why not😈) so apparently some of you still think that fans like us, the people who call out bullshit when we see it are the reason as to why Chris is hiding. And I hate to break it to ya, none of us, and when I mean by none of us, I mean none of us had ANYTHING to do with why Chris doesn’t post much, we have nothing to do with why Chris doesn’t want to be around abba (bc let’s face it, I wouldn’t want to be around a racist Nazi and fat shaming person like her herself and that says something) and we are not responsible for the actions they post or do, they do that shit on their own. And I’m so tired of constantly getting blamed for something we most certainly didn’t do, and no none of us are mentally, physically or emotionally ill and we don’t need to go and touch some grass or get out more bc believe me I do that plenty enough with 2 jobs. And what’s even more crazy is the fact that none of you see the toxic shit that is going on between those two, I mean Chris shouldn’t be losing friends, fans, followers, or even family!! And yet alba is gaining (technically buying as I said in my last post) like how do you guys not see that?! And not to mention Chris shouldn’t be losing so much weight due to all of this, I’ve met someone who took their toxic relationship way more seriously than their own mental health! This is not okay! And if some of you think that this fake and toxic relationship is okay and fine, then you clearly have problems and have never been in a healthy relationship ever! This is sickening why don’t you guys get some help fucking ridiculous😒

(Side note: if alba was as sweet and innocent as she claims, maybe she shouldn’t hang out with racist people or retweet racist comments made by her friends. Heck maybe she should have apologized to the cultures she mocked instead of hid like a coward she is. And we all know that Justin gave out some weak ass apology saying ‘I’m sorry but that was like 10+ years ago’ um hello!! That still doesn’t matter, once a racist always a racist never forget that)

And if you agree that this relationship is fake and nothing but PR please comment: AGREED. Thanks and see ya ✌🏻

[backflipsfordays]

This is going to be probably my only post, and most likely won't get any notice. But I have to say this, this girl, this "person" Maddy loves to act like she's does nothing and says nothing. A true "Jon Snow", if you will. How can you say, in all seriousness, that the fandom side that is pointing out the holes in all this nonsense, are the one that harrased Jaimie to delete her post when you were the very first to screenshot this from her Instagram, and share on your account, labeling it Carlisle house, pointing out Chelsea in the back, and hashtag #alwaysright? Let's not forget the dropping of the pool pic from the construction site you stalked. Or the "we have a location!" Post pointing people to Chelsea's Facebook for pics? Who excitedly told Gully that "they have blogs!"? Who is doing this much and still trying to act like she's not? Keep sending yourself hate anons and badly worded death threats. it's adorable. And good on you for changing your profile. You are, in fact, not as "fantastically liberated," as you claimed.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Midnight Rain Ch. 3

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 2 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

“It’s nice to meet you Steve,” you shook his hand before furrowing your brows. “Steve Rogers….I know that name….did you grow up around here?” you asked before smiling. “Im Y/N Y/L/N ...oh well Y/N Evans now…um, well….” you held a confused face before smiling. “It's complicated…” he grinned and nodded. “I did, I know your father, we actually grew up together, well kinda, I mean when we were younger we played together.” he smiled. You laughed a little, “Yeah, that's right you were scrawny,” he chuckled and nodded, a tint of red covering his cheeks, “sounds like I made an impression on you then.” You smiled and nodded, “You were pretty nice, how's life been treating you?” you asked as he shrugged, “alright, I uh, broke up with my girlfriend about a year ago, moved back here to start over in a more comfortable setting.” you nodded as he reached into his pocket. “You should call me sometime, we could go get coffee together, catch up,” he handed you a card. 

You gently took it, before you could even realize what you were doing or saying you nodded, “Yeah, that sounds great actually.” you smiled softly as he grinned. “Great! Hey, I gotta head out but I’ll talk to you soon yeah?” you nodded “yeah, it was great seeing you,” you smiled as he leant down and pecked your cheek before winking at you and walking away. You watched him go, staring over every inch of him. “What the fuck was that?” Brooke asked, causing you to jump and look at her. “Brooke, Jesus you scared me…” you said, taking a breath before she started in. “So this morning, you’re cuddled up in bed with your husband and now this afternoon you’re getting kissed by men in a store?!” You glared at her. “I grew up with Steve, he’s an old friend.” you walked up tossing your basket into her cart, “and lets not forget what my “husband” did to me. Had he not been out screwing anything with two legs and a pussy, maybe my baby wouldn’t have died because my husband would have been there to protect me and her.” you glared at Brooke, something in you this morning had just...clicked back in place. Maybe it was Chris, maybe it was seeing him treating you so delicately, you didn’t know, but that mourning and grieving stage was over, you’d officially moved on to the anger stage of your grief. 

See, that’s the thing about grief…there's 5 stages to it. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Everyone plays it off as if these 5 stages happen to you in some certain order. Like “oh! I’ve moved on from depression! Now I'm in acceptance.” But for you, that wasn’t the case. Your first stage was acceptance. When you woke up in the hospital you accepted what had happened to you and your baby. You knew it was some evil son of a bitch who was probably after Chris and wanted to hurt him. Your first stop would be the Irish, seeing how they wanted to ensure Chris felt some kind of pain for how Tristan was done. Your second stage was depression, you remained depressed for months and even now, you knew you were officially in the anger stage. 

You turned, walking away from her and heading out of the store toward the car, Brooke watched after you, concern filling her features. What was going on with you? This sudden change in you had her nervous, were you diving off the official deep end? 

You stood out by the car, pulling your phone out and dialing the number off Steve's card, “Hey! It’s Y/N, I was going to see if you wanted to get coffee tomorrow? If so, just either text or call me and we can set up a time.” you smiled and ended the call leaving him a voicemail. You looked around, watching people walk around the parking lot, coming and going to the store, you sighed. All you had wanted was a normal, simple life. You knew being with a mobster would never, ever, be a normal life, but you had hoped with Chris everything would be different. 

Brooke came out a few minutes later and began to load the bags into the car. You held your hand out after helping her. She looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” She asked with a slight attitude. “Keys.” you said, staring at her. “What? No, this is my car!” she looked shocked you’d even asked. You however, raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, whose car is this?” you asked, narrowing your eyes. Brooke cleared her throat, “Sorry it's technically your car, but I’ve been driving it for so long now it just feels like my car, but I think you shouldn’t drive yet.” she said as you shook your head. “Sorry Brooke, I’m back, now give me my keys so we can get our asses back to work.” she stared at you nervously as she handed you the keys. 

Chris sat at the kitchen island, drinking a cup of coffee and wondering what switched in you, suddenly you were ready to get up and go to the store? Bucky had explained that since you’d come back to their apartment you hadn’t done anything regarding leaving the house. He wondered if you were feeling more like yourself since the two of you had reconnected on some level. He smiled softly, hoping to hear from you today. Maybe he’d invite you out for dinner one night this week. He’d have to see when he had a free night, he had several new clubs opening and needed to make an appearance at them. 

Chris was beginning to have some hope that, maybe one day you’d be back in his arms, living here at home with him again. You’d be allowed to properly mourn the loss of your child and he’d be there to comfort you, while also mourning himself. He didn’t understand who would have done such a horrid thing. He called Anthony and Sebastian, telling them he wanted to meet with them whenever they were free that day. He began planning a security detail to watch over you. He then wanted to start looking into each and every person that had come into contact with the two of you since you’d married him.

Chris smiled to himself, so maybe you didn’t want to get divorced after all, maybe now you two would be a family again. He would find who had hurt you, who had hurt your baby, his sweet little girl, and he would make them pay. He would remind the world of who he was, what he was capable of. He would burn the entire world to the ground if that meant you would come back to him. All he wanted was for you to come back home.

You drove around, taking calls, making stops. Brooke was texting Sebastian, telling him every move you were making. “That’s fine, I can work with that. Tell him I want to meet face to face. I dont give a shit if he’s busy! I’m trying to find out who murdered my child!” you yelled. “Now text me with the god damn details or your head is next on my fucking platter!” you hung up the phone throwing it in the backseat with anger. “Maybe we should head home now Y/N, Sebastian wants to start on dinner and plus, it was a big day! You got back to your old self, maybe a nice hot bubble bath and a glass of wine? Sounds pretty good huh? And, we can even get into work mode for tomorrow.” Brooke said as you huffed. “Relax Brooke, I’m not crazy, I’ve just realized it's time to get back to work and get this shit figured out.” you said, glancing at her. Your phone buzzed in the back seat as you headed back toward Brooke and Sebastian's place. 

Steve had texted you, telling you he was absolutely free to meet for coffee, and he wanted to meet up with you at 11am, which worked out perfect for you because you could get your life back on track. You stood in your bedroom staring at the sight before you. You began packing up boxes, labeling them as donations or keep before moving down the hallway to the door that hadn’t been opened in months. 

You opened the door, revealing the stuffy and slightly dusty light pink nursery; boxes sat unmade against the wall with packing tape and bubble wrap sitting in front of them. You looked at the dresser, the small pink urn sat in the middle. You purse your lips looking around before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, closing the door gently behind you. It was time you started healing, and this was the first step.

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[passmethevodka]

A must read a true tell it as you see it!((a pat on the back to writer or the article Eros Chronicles - Elijah Eros ))

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Curtis Everett Drabbles & One Shots

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updated November 18 2024

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[dodgerevansce]

While they don't believe is pr and stuff but this opinions is good it's TRUE Chris evans losing his acting charm and charm in Hollywood now

[attentionhelpsalotiguess-123]

This is who you are supporting and defending a pervert narcissist [redacted]

WARNING: ENTER WITH CAUTION, not for weak hearts who support a R@CIST N@ZI TROLL DISGUSTING VILE IMAGES AND ACCOUNTS

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

And also you can find her name in p@#n sites and guess what she is a p3rvert and ped0philes stuff Seriously I am nauseated AF

Shame on Christopher and his team for still promoting this vile piece of shitty person

[angelic-barnes]

if you’ve been ‘married’ for presumably over a year now, surely you’d get that ring fitted properly… i noticed he adjusted the ring more than twice on the red carpet��

i got my engagement ring fitted literally not long after being engaged. it was slightly too big at first.

i ain’t believing this shit still. sorry

[violeth-r04]

I’m just going to put this out there, if it wasn’t for abba, and her team along with Chris’s team. Maybe, just maybe Chris would have ended up with someone half way decent and not a fat shaming racist Nazi who sleeps their way up to the top. But I guess that’s just me and everyone else who thinks that, oh well have fun crying into your pillow at night abba.

And also not to mention that you are a huge bully for blocking and being completely rude to your fans that put together art work for WN! You should be ashamed of yourself as a person and an ‘actor’ disgraceful. Have fun becoming a nobody again. We won’t miss you.

Okay! Thanks for coming to my ted talk💋💅🏼

[backflipsfordays]

I wonder what would happen if the fandom paid these two absolute dust. 🤫🤭 #IGNORETHEM

Good idea

[fullstrawberrynightmare]

I wanted to get rid of his images both from my phone as well as mind & heart memory ASAP.. so I'm posting the true lines spoken about him..wanted to scratch his face out but there's no edit option of pics in Tumblr & I don't wanna waste my precious 2 secs to edit his pics via apps... PS I'M WAY TOO BUSY...

credit: a stupid person's account named mouth_of_words.. her followers say the truthful things though:

[joannhutch1976]

So I’m in wildwood for a couple days and I laughed my ass off at this shirt.

Now who’s gonna wear this shirt.