#chris evans x jenny slate

[lloydmustache]

Hi. I saw on capts blog her post about articles are now saying "almost a year" versus the November and middle timeliness articles saying over a year and two years, the ever changing timeline, but I can't find what she mentioned. Can you help find it and maybe post it? I would love to see the comparison of it in picture form. Thank you. X

Hello! 🤗

I guess the articles she mentioned is this one, saying "dating for almost 1 year"

If it's a different one let me know

[chrysolina]

My eternal love

Summary - The feeling of having, knowing and believing you have a totally unrequited love for someone can often make most people feel undeserving of such a pathetic fantasy in the future - but does everyone share that same view?

Pairings - Chris Evans x reader, Chris Evans x Jenny Slate, Reader x OC!

Warnings - swearing, angst, unexpected happenings

A/N - Here it is! Part 2 of My love! Enjoy! <3

“And that’s it, congratulations again Miss Y/L/N. We’ll see you on Monday,” the audition panel smiled and waved you off once you thanked them graciously and signed on the dotted paper, your signature being the last one they needed to begin filming ‘Practicion’.

You quickly wandered out of the studio hangar, zipped up well into your short tartan trench coat and out onto the forecourt where you were met by the cool LA January air that kissed your cheeks eagerly. Picking up your phone from your coat pocket, 6:13pm, the locksreen read. Jack would be here any minute now to pick you up and take you to dinner.

You scrolled aimelssly through your phone, your boredom quickly taking over. You took a quick glance at the three missed text messages you had and decided it should be wise to text back your sister and manager with whatever they were asking about or for. As if on its own, your thumb scrolled through the messages list and almost accidentally landed on the one name you swore you deleted - Crusty Evans - also known as, Chris Evans.

Your heart, mind and face cringed at the old nickname you had given him ages ago. It had been little over five months since you had last heard from Chris. From what the internet blogs, magazines and paparazzi rumours told you on an unnecessary week-to-week basis was that Jenny and Chris did spilt for a short amount of time but are - apparently - still ‘seeing each other’.

They must’ve been doing pretty well together since according to an inside source, the couple were last seen looking very happy out and around Tribeca, allegedly trying to find an apartment to live in together.

Why they had to come and live so close to where you and your family lived was beyond infuriating for you and your family.

However, your papa dismissed the idea that any of you would ever see them since ‘they are nobody’s to us’. ‘I wish I could believe you papa’ you thought to yourself as the words repeated themselves in your head ‘but they’ll always be someone’s in this world.”

Before your mind could digest the toxic thought of the couple together, a car horn cut through the chilly air and diverted your attention to where the noise came from.

An unmistakable sleek all black range rover was parked idle by the gates, waiting for someone - more specifically, you. Jack’s new car was certainly a beauty alright, wherever he went in it and wherever you saw it, the black luxury car demanded attention from onlookers - sometimes making you squirm in your seat on the days you’d accompany him somewhere.

In many respects, the car was very much like Jack himself.

Your face broke out into a smile as you pulled the the pricey car door open and was met by the charming Scotsman’s classic smirk. “Why good evenin’ m’lady,” Jack tried to charm you with his thickest Scottish accent possible which only made you laugh in return “did ya get the role?” He merely rolled his eyes at your laugh and began to turn the car around. “I sure did, got it with flying colours - apparently,” You squealed and jumped excitedly up and down in your seat and took Jack hand from the gearstick and shook it for effect.

“Alright you,” he pulled his hand away from your grip and focused back on the LA roads ahead of you “so where would you like to eat tonight? Wendy’s? Chick-fil-a? In-and-out?” Your stomach grumbled at the mere names of the fast food joints. “Wherever it is tho, food’s on me; got it? No buts, I insist.” Your lips turned upwards at Jack’s gentlemanly manner of buying you food.

Food, yes, that was what you were deciding on. After a second or two of short-wired thinking, your finally decided on where to eat. “How about we just go for a classic McDonalds, hm?” You watched eagerly as the Scotsman thought it through and twisted his face in (fake) thought. “Alright then, McDonalds it is.”

The rest of the car ride to the drive-thru was pleasantly quiet bar the sound of Jack’s playlist humming from the speakers. You weren’t bothered by that, you were just enjoying the sights of golden windows around you as the city lit up for the night.

“Tell me again Y/N,” Jack broke through the silence peacefully, making you whip your head around to the man before you “who and what is your role in this film?” The film - of course. You had even forgotten yourself considering first auditions were so long ago “Well, I am playing the role of the main romantic interest of her businessman-husband who is also a recovering drug addict. I think..” As hard as it was, you tried to pluck out who you actually were in the film through all the paperwork you had to sign today, scraping it as you did so.

“Hm, well so long as they have good teeth, you’ll be alright with kissing them huh?” Jack smirked at you and ran his tongue over his plush lips. You chuckled at the now-auburney haired Scot as you recalled the horror of your prom date all those years ago and how digusting his teeth looked once you got up close to kiss him. “Fingers crossed, just in case though,” you and Jack laughed again and watched as the Golden Arches of McDonadls came into view.

“So, what would miss Y/L/N like for food tonight hm? Burger? Fries? McFlurry? Or how about..Me?”

“Jack!”

•••••••

As if as the norm lately, your weekend spent up in the reclusive estates of Hollywood in your own little rented place was easy, relaxing and consisted of nothing more than eating your own home cooked meals, binge watching your favourite shows on Netflix, learning the new script as best as you could and sleeping until late.

It was a great way to ease yourself back into the rush of filming and took your mind off other minute things that floated around your mind.

Before you knew it, 9am rolled around quicker than anticipated and you found yourself being walked by an assistant to the main studio you’d just left that Friday before. Your eyes were quick to take everything in again, routes to the trailers, toilets etc - they all needed to be mapped out by yourself in due course.

Trotting through the main doors to the first - of many - sets and waited whilst the assistant went to look for the director and other cast members.

In the meantime, to calm your nerves, you began to smooth out your short black pencil skirt and toyed wth the sleeves of your white and black lined tailored jacket. In all fairness, your looks were definitely matching up to your status in Hollywood - clean, sweet and professional.

Everything most directors looked for in an actor or actress.

“Where is she?!” The booming voice of the director could be heard throughout the building, making you wince at the volume of his gruff voice.

All of a sudden, out of a door in the distance burst out a short, slightly chubby middle aged tanned man with a thick lit cigarette hanging from his seemingly chapped lips - lined by a grey black moustache. His hair was a little scarse, Black and grey in areas and cut very short - but overall, he looked pleasant enough.

“Ah you must be the infamous Y/N Y/L/N! Welcome welcome, it’s an absolute honour to have you here today.” The director began to talk to you but all you could pick up on was his familiar New York- Italian accent - one that you’d most definitely have if it wasn’t for travelling the world.

“Please, sir; the honour’s all mine,” you quickly thanked his graces about you and excused them as silly and unfitting for someone like yourself. “Oh please darlin’, you’re worth all the hype.”

The director winked at you and shot you a genuine smile in return, one you mirrored almost instantly “and don’t worry about the ‘sir’ thing Y/N, just call me Joe,” before you could thank him on the comfort of calling him his real name, Joe shouted out - seemingly - to his PA that stood a few metres away.

“Marie! Darlin, call him back in,” the young lady only nodded and trotted off someone to the side of the set behind a wall to find someone.

“I’ve yet to introduce you to your co-stars haven’t I?” Your voice was a blubber out of the new oncoming embarrassment and only trusted your head to do the talking, nodding in agreement. Your newest crew had evidently caught wind of your arrival were quick inforce to come and see, greet and meet you.

“Sir, I got him. He’s comin’ now,” the PA quickly shouted out from the wall she disappeared from and disappeared around it again.Who were they on about? Was it your other romantic interest - the drug addict businessman? Who knows.

Before your mind festered any more, you could hear the imminent of clicking heels aiming from the wall the PA came from. Surely it couldn’t have been a woman - the footing of his person was too deep and long to be that of someone in heels.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet your main co-star, the Chris Evans.”

‘Oh shit!’

••••••

Time seemed infinate and everlasting as you sat hunched over in the plush leather chair you were given in your trailer. Judging by your emotionless stare into nowhere specific, anyone looking at you would say you’re just daydreaming, sleepy or even bored - but you were far from any of those things.

Your mind was running at a million miles a minute, every stupidly minute thought you ever pushed aside during the past five months had all resurfaced and were causing your poor brain havoc.

You wished it wasn’t true - no, you prayed in your hands and knees that this was all just some silly joke. He wasn’t really going to be the actor you’d actually have to kiss and be romantic to once the cameras were rolling, was he? He couldn’t have been - why Chris?

He had marvel films and soon-to-be broadway appearances to be dealing with, he shouldn’t really be here in reality. Maybe this was all just a big fat mistake; a joke that everyone will laugh off in a couple of hours, right? Well...one can hope, you supposed.

With your back to your trailer’s door, your mind allowed you to think that the assistant who was getting lunch for everyone had come back and came with food, so without caution you just called out “The door’s open,” and expected the assistant to waltz in on her own accord.

“Hey, I - uh - brought some lunch for you.” That voice - damn that smooth Boston accented voice - it was here, right behind you. Just over a metre away from you stood the (anxious) man of your nightmares these past couple of months. At the mere sound of his voice, you shot up out to the chair you resides in and whipped your head around to look at him dead in the eye.

The look of shock-horror plastered your face like a pantomime mask, you just couldn’t help it. It was agiven reaction and so was Chris’ in all fairness. He was bewildered by the look on your face and only sent his brain further into it’s shell, his anxiety picking up that bit more. With the paper bag in one hand, Chris began rubbing the nape of his neck and shoulder - a habit you found to have stemmed from his anxiety.

“I thought maybe we could - uh - catch up or well, moreso me apologising for..everything.” It wasn’t until the end of his sentence he finally looked back into your eyes, your posture suddenly relaxing that little bit more, understanding that Chris had only good intentions from being here.

Moving away from your armchair, you decided to collect your lunch from Chris and serve it up - Chicken Caesar salad - your new favourite. Chris quickly gave you the paper bag and watched you help yourself to cutlery, bowls and bottles of water from the stylish yet homely mini kitchen.

“Would it be wrong of me to imagine that you have a bit of a grudge against me right now?” There it was - you wondered how long it’d take for the confident, assured Chris to come through again - evidently not long enough.

“No, you’d be bang on the money,” you huffed and began tossing the salad in the ceramic bowl, those blue eyes continuously boring into your uncomfortable frame - just like the did the whole time you met your fellow cast members- Chris got on your heels the whole time.

“Lucky me hmm,” Chris hummed to himself, tucked his hands in his tan jean pockets, making the light blue shirt he wore bulge around his Adonis-like muscles and leant against the dresser. Why this had to feel like some sort of meetup by two ex’s was beyond you but you thought nothing of it as you set your salad, bottle and cutlery down in the space you were intending to eat from. That was until Chris wedged his body into you, preventing you from moving.

“Y/N, we - I can’t keep doing this. This whole avoidance game, I’ve had enough.” His eyes looked down into yours with a heat that you couldn’t stand on a day like today. Much like him, his look was strong and confident and it made you squirm in your spot.

“I don’t think there’s much more I can say to get us out of this limbo, Chris.” You dared not to look into those eyes and tried to turn away from him, but in just one breath of air, his muscular form was now pressed up against you; breasts to chest, stomach to stomach, you were officially toast.

“Oh I beg to differ Y/N. There’s nothing more Jack can say for you but I think you’re a completely different picture. You have a lot more to say, don’t you darlin’..” you watched intently as Chris’ hand slid out from his tan jeans and out to play with the hem of your jacket.

The air between you was palpable, you could feel his short warm breaths tickling the apex of your neck, the way his muscles rippled against your body after every movement he made. The air was choking you and you hated it.

“Perhaps I do, but I think you’ll find my words will have a very similar ring to Jack’s,” a sudden burst of confidences surged through your veins and made you straighten your spine in defiance to this beautiful menace. Your confindence led you to look right where you didn’t want to and only found hunger in return. Chris’ eyes were lit up with an unmentionable hunger that you couldn’t digest, making you quiver even more.

“Tell me something darlin’, are you and that McCallister a thing? Are you two..dating?” You continuously locked eye contact with the actor and winched in pain as his smirk grew wider, deeper and more mischievous by the second.

“N-no. We’re just very - very - good friends. Nothin’ more!” You denied all the claims Chris tried to pin on you feverishly, trying through every means to keep your image of Jack clean as possible. However, it was evident in Chris’ furrowed brows and darkened stare, he wasn’t having it today.

“Not even friends with benefits? ‘Cause I’ve seen plenty of pictures of you and him together and nothin’, not one inch of those pictures tell me that you’re just friends.” How it was even possible that Chris’ tone could drop another two or three octaves was beyond you. The deep rumble of his chest against yours and the bitterness of his tone solidified your thoughts, he was jealous.

Deciding that now might not be the time to push any buttons, you tried your best to put out the fire Chris had started. “I - I think that’s something you’d have to ask Jack himself. I can’t comment for him if he does have feelings for me.”

“Oh,” Chris chided mockingly, his hand stopping all movement on your jacket “So he does have feelings for you? Aren’t I a genius..” still refusing to make even the slightest bit of eye contact, you tried to wriggle out of his imaginative hold - failing miserably as you did so.

At the thought of you wriggling away, Chris’ hand flew to waist and gripped you possessively tight - he just had to know if you had fallen for the Scotsman over him - he had to. “And do you reciprocate these feelings for him? Hm?”

“Maybe in d-due time..” They do say that the heart is very very precious and Chris knew no different.

His heart dropped ten miles underground at your confession and his eyes began to prick with the hot tears of nearing heartbreak. You were refusing to give in to him - something was holding you back from him and he had to find out what or die trying.

“And what about now?” He chided coolly, the change in tone made you look at him scrutinisingly. “Honestly Y/N, do you have feelings for him as of right now?”

“I don’t...” to think such a small sentence could lift his heart was unbelievable to Chris but filled him with internal joy all the same. Instead of easing up on his hold on you, Chris chose to close in on you even further and cage you in his arms - your body stuck between his and the dresser behind.

“And do you have any feelings for anyone in particular right now?” You knew what he wanted to hear right now, hell - you were close to giving him it. But with being so close to him and in the full knowledge that he had a girlfriend - you weren’t so keen to give him what he wanted.

“Not especially, no.” You deadpanned your time and took to looking straight into his eyes again, watching his eyebrows shoot up his face in undeniable shock.

“Not even for someone like..me?” He chided at you again and pressed his body closer to yours, angling you in such a way one could call it erotic - you, however, begged to differ entirely.

“I think you know the answer to that question, Christopher.” You snorted at his high-hopes, hoping and praying he’d just leave you alone to eat your untouched salad.

Your heart and mind were tearing apart by the seams, one half of you wanted to slap, kick and hit him in all the places it’d hurt the most, the other half of you just wanted to jump his bones here and now, give in to himself and indulge your worst thoughts.

But that would never come to be.

“I actually don’t, do please enlighten me on it.” His mischievous smirk had returned again for the worse and cranked up the anger metre in your mind.

“Fine! You win! I did have feelings for you, yes; I was bordering on loving you, yes. But that and everything else were all ruined the day you decided that fucking bitch you still call girlfriend!” You yelped in anger, pain and grief and tried to push Chris away by his chest, failing in doing so entirely. The tears that were stashed away were now making an appearance and began to stream down your clenched face, ruining your mascara and eyeliner in the process.

Chris didn’t know what to do with this information, you had just confessed that you were romantically attracted to the man and here he was, dumbfounded and generally reeling. He didn’t believe Jack’s word on the phone, he thought they were just to dig at him but now - now, god he was so wrong. “W-what girlfriend?”

“Don’t play stupid now Chris, you know who I’m talking about..” your voice wavered and cracked at his stupidity over the situation.

“Oh, we’re talking about Jenny now, are we?” His voice was suddenly pointed, shard and bitterly cold and made you shiver in fear over what’d he’d say next.

“Who fucking else would I be on about, Chris?”

“Considering I’ve been single since December, I’m finding it hard to think about any ‘girlfriend’ I’m with as of right now..” you felt his head tilt upwards and a heave of air rush from his lips. “I’m calling bullshit, Chris.” You winced in memory of seeing the claims all across the internet, Jenny spending Christmas with his family, the house-hunting, all of it, how could it all be a lie?

“You really think I’m bullshitting right now? Really Y/N?” Chris’s chin came to rest upon your head and you felt the familiar hands wrap around your shorter frame, hugging you tenderly close to him, your hands still stuck in shock on his chest. “You’d be surprised..” you sighed into the tender warm hold of the actor, a feeling you dearly missed, feelings or no feelings at all.

“You have no clue how much I’ve been hurting these past months Y/N, I didn’t think I could want anyone as much as Jenny..but fuck, did you screw me over..” chris chucked at the memories of him reeling over the new found feelings he had for you, realising you weren’t with him anymore and no longer share the same feelings. “Is that meant to be a good thing or a bad thing? I’m having a hard time telling right now Chris..” he laughed again at your sarcastic, straight-to-the-point question, your charm never ceases to leave you after all this time.

“It’s a very good thing, well..that’s if you still feel the same way as you did back then.” He remived his hands from your frame and cupped your wet cheeks in his hands to look at you thoroughly. You looked at him with such a look of longing chris just couldn’t help what he did next. He’d be damned if he never did it and would regret it for the rest of his life.

Wordlessly, Chris quickly joined your lips together in a smouldering yet very endearing kiss. His lips moved and slid between your perfectly, like a missing piece of a jigsaw, fitting you perfectly. Your hands froze open on his chest, your eyes forced wide open at the sudden intimate contact.

It wasn’t until Chris began to move his lips slowly against your own that you realised it - you finally realised that no matter how much pain was done, how much you tried to combat your feelings with denial, you still loved the bastard with all your heart - and that was something you could never change.

Before Chris could pull away in heartbreak over your refusal of his love, you yanked in shirt forward into you and kissed him as if it was the last time, your hands running up his neck and found purchase on his prickly hairy cheeks. Your kiss wasn’t anything like Chris’, trepardising in some areas and soft; yours was passionate and fierce, the kind of kiss the two of you would have to fight for dominance over.

Pulling away slowly, the two of you held your stare into each other’s eyes and lost each other in them. You wanted to kiss him again, and again and again but instead, you focused only on him, the man you fell for so stupidly. Instead of holding you for longer, chris decided to take purchase in the plush seat on front of the dresser and sat you in his lap, his eyes never leaving yours as he relished in the feeling of you playing with the ends of his slightly longer than usual hair.

“My god..where have you been my whole life?” Chris whispered and shook his head in bewilderment and listened to the melodic tune of your giggle ring in his ear. “Right under your nose, silly..” you swiped the bottom of his nose with your index finger and ran your fingers through his growing beard. This had to have been a dream, you didn’t believe for one minute that this was happening - you were actually in Chris’ lap stroking his face like a lovesick baby.

“How will I ever make it up to you Y/N?” He whipsered quietly, running his fingers along your tack and up and down your arm in a soothing manner. You smiled warmly at the softness of the question and thought over how he could make it up to you. “Well, I think it’d take an awful lot of hugs, kisses, time and attention just for being such a bad boy..” you smiled like a Cheshire Cat once his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of your hands soothing his face, a knowing smirk then beginning to grow after you finished talking.

“What?” You laughed at the smirk on those heavenly lips “you do know I’ll always be a bad boy when I’m around you, right?” You sighed and shook your head at Chris’ mark and only embraced his frame, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. “Not in public you won’t, will you?” You whispered into his neck firmly whilst your lips found their way around his neck, sucking and kissing certain areas.

“For you darlin’, I’ll be your angel and your devil.”

•••••••

A/N - I just wanna thank everyone for reading this little fic going on and hoped everyone enjoyed it as much as I did! <33

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[femmenerd]

I would just like to take this opportunity to thank Chris Evans for tweeting yet another video of his dog singing with Jenny Slate, even though it is getting a little weird, you weirdo, THREE IN A WEEK who am I kidding, if she was my gf I’d probably do the same.

[lovely-geek]

Please consider a sequel and if you do please tag me.

Free Me (Chris Evans x Reader)

Characters: Chris Evans x Reader

Prompt: 1. “I never want to hear your name during my life anymore.” 2. “Your lips used to be my sanctuary, but now I feel trapped.” 3. “Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

Summary: Y/N has been noticing how her husband was slowly slipping away, guessing that another woman was illegally involved and included in the marriage she was in. Deciding that what was best for the both of them is to finally let go.

Warnings: Cheating, some cuss words, No smut so you’re good to go. 😉, ANGST. (Y/H/T means your hometown! 😊)

Words: 2,430

A/N: PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO COMMENT AND REBLOG! Thank you, Tater tots! Oh, and my works aren’t up to be reposted in any other websites, alright? If you manage to happen to find TATATHEPOTATO in Wattpad and have exactly my content, don’t worry. That’s actually me. HAHAHAHA. 

Disclaimer: PNG’s used in edits are not mine even the GIF’s too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi.

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME. 

The night sky was more wistful than you thought it would be. Stars were trying to partake in what you were feeling as it wasn’t actively twinkling like it used to. That was always your problem, you get caught in the fantasy that you’ve been dying to live in. Imagining a perfect story without flaws and rabbit holes, with a prince who will stay by your side forever. Dreaming that something lasts forever. That even your love would last forever.

Yet, it didn’t.

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I MET YOU ON LJ: A Fandom Podcast

Episode #032: 'Til the End of the Line

What time travel paradox? For the first time in thirteen years, Maggie and V share a pairing and whaddya know, our Patreon donor of the week shares it, too. This week, we’re discussing the fandom juggernaut of Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (Marvel’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier) through the lens of heroic male love--and no great hero ever ends up happy. Plus, lots of love for fictional lady Darcy Lewis and real-life woman Jenny Slate, some silly fannish terms, and one very cute dog.

This Episode Covers…

fandom • fanfiction • heroic male love • heroes can never be happy • steve rogers • james “bucky” barnes • stucky • captain america: the winter soldier (2014) • winter soldier (documentary, 1972) • captain america: the first avenger (2011) • hydra cap is bullshit • period-typical homophobia • amnesia • ptsd • recovering bucky • sam wilson • the avengers: infinity war (2018) • fanon • darcy lewis • wintershieldshock • hydra trash party • pre-serum steve and chronic health issues • a/b/o • internal vs external conflict • amputees and prosthetics • shrinkyclinks • shrunkyclunks • the chrises • just install a handrail at the oscars! • jenny slate • marcel the shell with shoes on • chris and dodger evans • awards season • mountain lodge by yankee candle

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Marcel The Shell With Shoes On

“You’re a loyal guy, buddy.” 

Regina King ranks the Chrises (skip to 4:50) 

Winter Soldier Documentary (trigger warnings for EVERYTHING) 

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So tell me about CE and this Jenny person. I have no clue.

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Chris Evans One Shot

Chris evans x famous!reader where chris broke up with the reader for Jenny Slate (no hate to her tho) Then after a year him and the reader star in a movie where they need to be lovers. They catch up and he learns that the reader has a new beau. All his feelings for the reader come back and he tries to win her again

It was the first day of your newest movie and you couldn't be more excited.

From the second you had read the script, you knew you wanted to be apart of the cast in one way or another and luckily, you had gotten the lead role.

The only problem was, your leading man was your ex boyfriend Chris Evans.

You and Chris had dated for three years and broke up a year ago when he had met Jenny Slate.

He had broken your heart completely and the thought of seeing him again, was bringing all of the hurt back up to the surface.

"Hey, Y/N, how um have you been?"

Chris asks when you walk onto the set and you run into him.

"Hi Chris, I'm good, thanks. How are you?"

The awkwardness was almost unbearable as the two of you make small talk.

"Y/N, we need you in the hair and makeup test."

You throw a grateful glance to your assistant and say goodbye to Chris before walking off to get to work.

"You alright?"

She asks as soon as Chris was out of earshot.

"Not really. It's been over a year and I still love him. I know I shouldn't after what he did but I do."

It was a hard thing to admit but you knew you could never lie to her. She was not only your assistant but your childhood best friend and she could read you like an open book.

"You can't help who you love Y/N but sometimes you have to weigh the options of being with someone because you love them and not putting yourself in a position to get hurt again."

You knew she was right. Just because old feelings were coming up, didn't mean you needed to acknowledge them.

"I know. He made his choice a year ago and just because he and Jenny didn't work out, that doesn't mean anything to me. I just need to get this movie shoot over with so we can go our separate ways again."

Even as the words come out of your mouth, you knew they were easier said than done. Chris was playing your love interest and there were more than a few 'romantic' scenes between your characters.

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You hear Chris call out behind you and sigh.

"You good? I can tell him to leave."

Your assistant says and you shake your head.

"I can't avoid him everytime he tries to talk to me."

With that, she takes off, giving you and Chris some privacy.

"Can I help you with something?"

You ask him, your tone a bit more icey than you had intended.

"Look, can we have a real conversation? No pleasantries and all that?"

You had to admit, getting everything out in the open would probably help make the shoot easier on you.

"Fine. Let me just get some stuff done and I will come to your trailer when I finish."

You offer, wanting to give yourself some time to think before you actually sat down to have a conversation with him.

He agrees and you make plans to meet in a few hours before you head off to work.

The whole time you are going through wardrobe fittings and hair and makeup tests, you can't get your impending conversation with Chris off your mind. Going over everything from the past year and what your assistant had said over and over again.

Finally, you finished up your work and headed over to Chris' trailer.

"Come in."

He says after you knock on the the door.

Taking a deep breath, you walk in and see Chris sitting on the couch looking over the script.

"Sorry it took so long."

You say shyly and sit down on the opposite side of the small couch.

"No problem. I had some things to get done too."

He says and you give a small smile.

"Look, I get that things are probably going to be weird doing this movie after everything but I thought we could at least try and clear the air."

Chris finally breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Yeah, that is probably a good idea."

You nod.

"We are both professionals and shouldn't let our personal issues interfere."

He says and you roll your eyes with a scoff.

"Our personal issues? Is that what we are calling it now? You left me for another woman Chris! We were together for three years and you threw it away for a relationship that didn't even last one!"

Anger boiled up inside you as you spoke. Everything you had always wanted to say to him finally coming out.

"What about you? You moved on pretty quick don't you think? I've heard about you and Karl."

You stare at him for a moments before laughing.

"Karl and I were doing a movie together. We are just friends. And you want to talk about moving on quickly? How long was it between you telling me we were over and you going to Jenny? The time it took for you to drive to her place I bet."

You were even more angry now. How dare he question how you lived your life after he blew it up?

"You and Karl aren't together?"

He asks, almost hopeful.

"No, we are not together. Some of us know how to just be friends with our costars."

It was a low blow but you didn't really care at this point.

"Y/N, I am so sorry. I made a huge mistake. I thought, when we broke up, that I didn't love you anymore. I thought I knew what I wanted back then but I was wrong. Do you think there is any chance that we could start over? Try again? I still love you."

It was everything you had ever wanted him to say and yet you couldn't get all of the pain of the last year or your friends words out of your head.

"No Chris! Just because you and Jenny didn't work out doesn't mean you get to just pretend that you didn't break my heart into a million pieces! I am not your consolation prize! You broke up with me for another woman. You have to deal with the consequences."

You stand up and head towards the door.

"I will prove it to you Y/N. I will find a way to show you how much I love you and I will find a way to get you back into my life. We belong together and I know that you know that."

Was the last thing he said before you stormed out of his trailer and back to yours, his promise to get you back, replaying in your head on repeat the whole way.

[femmenerd]

Me, calling my forever fandom wife to read aloud to her the Chris Evans interview where he talks about how Jenny Slate is a brilliant, kind, empathetic angel-goddess for whom he pines woodsily yet manfully: "LOOK. If you cared about this, you would REALLY CARE, ok. So listen..."

[crackheadgeminibby]

trust pt. 6

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst

word count: 1.6k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

picture credit: @chrisevans on twitter

“Y/N… What are you doing here? Wait, what time is it? Don’t you have to wake up at 6am for work?”

You smile softly at his concern.

“It’s like 4am or something, I don’t really know. I was driving around, and I don’t know, I just ended up here, I guess. Thought we could talk or something…”

“Oh.” Chris scratches the nape of his neck. “Do you want to come inside, or do you want to stay out here?”

“I guess it’s kinda cold”, you shrug. “Inside, then.”

Chris nods at you and gets up. He starts to head inside and whistles for Dodger to follow, which he does promptly. You smile at Dodger and follow behind him.

Once inside, Chris stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room. He gestures for you to sit on the couch then hesitates before taking a seat beside you.

You play with your fingers while thinking about how you want to approach the situation. You subtly look over at Chris and, from the corner of your eyes, you can see that he’s looking at you. He opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything.

You decide to not say anything either and reach for your phone. You unlock it, open your email app and you feel your throat closing again as you open the email that started this whole situation. You silently hand your phone over to Chris for him to read.

He takes the phone and shakes his head as he looks at the picture then reads the text.

You start gnawing at your thumb and breathing heavily as your anxiety rises, “Why?”

He takes a deep breath and looks up at the ceiling. He looks back to you then opens and closes his mouth multiple times.

“I can explain.”

You gape at him and scoff. What a cliché.

“No, I promise I can. It’s not some kind of bullshit explanation to justify anything, I just… Please, just hear me out?”

You stare at him for a couple of seconds then slowly nod and say, “Okay.”

He takes a deep breath then starts, “Okay. You probably remember that a couple of years back I was in a pretty serious relationship with Jenny Slate.” He looks at you and waits for your acknowledgement so you slowly nod your head.

“Okay, so we eventually publicly announced that we were broken up because some of my fans were being very rude and nasty to her. They kept attacking her character and her appearance and we both just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

He then sighs.

“Before we made the announcement, we had already agreed that we were going to stay friends because we got along really well and we each thought that the other was an important part of our life. Then, in June of last year, I threw a small house party for my birthday and she came. We spent most of the night talking and catching up and by the end of the night, we had decided that we wanted to get back together. We didn’t say anything to anyone that wasn’t our family or very close friends, we just wanted to get another, untainted shot at a relationship without anyone meddling. At first, I could feel that it wasn’t like before… A lot of the things that used to make our relationship work seemed inexistant now. Kind of like we weren’t meant to be together anymore. I still tried to make it work but then I met you. And it was like the universe was trying to send a sign saying that this relationship wasn’t it for me. Literally as soon as I saw you in that coffee shop after doubting you were gonna show, I knew that we were meant to be. I don’t know how to explain it… I guess it was love at first sight.”

Your breath catches in your throat when you hear him say that and you know that he saw it. You detach your eyes from his and look at the carpet beneath your feet.

“How come you were kissing her a week ago then?” Chris looks at you and sighs.

“About two weeks after you and I met, I broke it off with her. I didn’t beat around the bush or anything, I was very straightforward. I talked to her about what I was thinking, what I was feeling, and why I thought we needed to break up. I didn’t tell her it was because of someone else because I guess I didn’t want to jinx it or anything. She got pretty mad and said she didn’t want to see me again but about a month ago, she sent me a text asking to meet. Since we’d agreed that we were going to stay friends, I thought ‘Why not?’ So, I told her I was really busy wrapping stuff up but that I was going to stay at my mom’s for a week after. So, we made plans to get dinner two nights before I left. We just talked and stuff and everything was going fine until she started talking about getting back together. I immediately told her that I had met someone and that I was happy and that I had agreed to have dinner as friends only. She seemed kind of bothered at first but as time passed, she seemed to be fine and started asking me about you. I thought she was just curious, so I told her about you and showed her pictures of us and all and she seemed totally fine. Then, when we were leaving, I was waiting for my car and she just lunged at me and kissed me. I didn’t really do anything because I knew that people were watching us since we got recognized during dinner. I didn’t want to make a scene, so I just let her be and when she stopped, I told her not to contact me again. I didn’t think anyone had taken a picture or anything, so I just left without saying anything else.”

He looks at you and waits for you to say something, which you don’t for the first couple of minutes. He scratches the inside of his wrist and it clues you into his anxiety.

“Y/N... Please, say something. Anything…”

You clear your throat and look up at him. You stare into his eyes for a couple of seconds then look to the side.

“So, you just let her kiss you?” Chris grimaces and nods.

“Just because you didn’t want to attract attention?” He silently nods again.

“Not because you wanted to see if you felt anything for her? Not because you still love her?”

Chris rapidly shakes his head and kneels next to you. He hesitates before taking your hands and weaving his fingers between yours. He looks deeply into your eyes and says,

“Absolutely not. I swear to you, I do not feel anything at all for her.”

“What about your family?”

Chris knits his brows together in confusion and asks, “What about them?”

You sigh before talking. You feel a little stupid even bringing that up.

“In the email… She said you haven’t taken me to meet your family because, essentially, you’re embarrassed of being with me.”

“Oh God, no. That is not what that is about. Right now, you’ve only met Scott, Seb, Anthony, and Scarlett. That’s just 4 people, right? As soon as we add more people to that list, in this case, my very big family, the chances of the public knowing grow literally exponentially. I just… Wanted to keep our relationship for us only for a while. I know that as soon as the public knows, it’s gonna be a fucking shitshow and I just didn’t want to put you through that so soon.”

You nod slowly, unsure of how to react.

“Have you talked to her since?”

He shakes his head and answers, “No. She tried to call me a couple of times, but I just declined her calls. I promise you Y/N, the only person that I feel anything for is you.”

He untangles one of your hands and caresses your cheek.

“I love you and only you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You feel tears sting at your eyes as you gaze into his baby blues, looking for a scintilla of doubt or insincerity. When you find none, you nod and say,

“Okay. I forgive you.”

He smiles the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and gets back on the couch to hug you.

You breathe deeply and whisper,

“I love you too, Chris.”

You can feel him smile even more into your neck and he lets go of you before stroking your cheek.

He then leans into you and kisses you fervently, pouring all of his emotions in this one kiss.

“I think I’m going to call in sick to work. I need to sleep”, you laugh while playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He chuckles at you and asks,

“How about we go to bed now and sleep in today, huh? Then, we can go get lunch or something?”

You nod enthusiastically and crash your lips on his again.

Sebastian was right: you really did need to just talk it out.

the end

PSA: this is in no way, shape or form hate on jenny slate. i know she is engaged and i’m sure she is a very nice person that is very happy in her current relationship. this is simply a work of FICTION and should be treated as such so don’t come for me please:)

[lovechrisevansimagine]

The Fairytales Trip

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings:  fluff, slight cursing

Part: 4/??

Description: Your annual trip to Disney with your family changes drastically when you meet Chris and his family at your hotel, your families get along so well that they decided to join until the rest of the trip. A whole week with your favorite actor in the most magical place on earth… where will this end?

Author’s Note: I'm back, bitches!

Word Count: 2,869

You were looking at your cell phone for at least 20 minutes. You read it so many times you decorated the words. And don’t matter how many times you think about it, the feeling just doesn’t go away.

“Chris Evans with a mystery woman at Disney”.

It was a whole fucking article about you and Chris, with pics that you didn’t even notice people were taking of you both. The worst picture was the one where you and him were on the Big Thunder, it seemed you two were about to kiss.

You knew that is was going to happen eventually, but not that soon. And you did not expect that they would find all your information like your freaking name, age, everything. And It scared you at first, but then it turned to anger and then sadness.

If it were only the article it wouldn’t affect you so much, but when you entered on twitter. Everything changed. You saw “Chris Evans” on trending topics and you just knew what was about to happen.

The article was nothing compare the Twitter, pictures all over the internet and words… oh the words, you never felt more attacked in your whole life. There were every types of comments, the ones saying you're pretty and the ones saying you're ugly and “not good looking enough for him”.

And not no mention how full your notification were, since people knew your name, they find your username.

You threw your cell phone in the bed and sighed. You weren't even dating to begin with.

“Sweetheart?” You heard your dad’s voice. “Do you want dinner?”

You refused, you knew that they were going to have dinner with the Evans family and that Chris haven’t done anything, but you needed to think a little bit.

What is this? What are you doing? What Chris wants? What you want?

It's revolting that you have to think about it right now, like you were even dating. You're flirting with him like you've never done before, but who wouldn't be??! And it seemed he was flirting too, but maybe he was just being kind. Every woman, and even mans, in your position would do it the same, right? So why on earth you’re being so criticized from people you didn't even know.

You don't have to deal with this.

You once read that Jenny slate said it was a nightmare to date him because of the fans criticism… it would be like this? If something could happen between you two it would be like this all the time?

You never were the type of woman who was insecure, but you weren't super secure either. So you didn't know how you should react or think about that. You always thought you were beautiful in your own way, but you agreed with that comment. You're not pretty enough for him. He is a Hollywood star and you are just ordinary. You weren't Margot Robbie or whatever. You were y/n.

Oh God. Your head was spinning.

You pick up your phone one more time and see a message.

“Is everything ok?” from Chris. You smiled, he was one of a kind.

“everything is fine, I’m just too tired. Thanks for caring :)”

He replied in the same second.

“I can grab some food and take it to your room.”

Seriously, if you could only see one flaw on him, everything would be so much easier.

“Aren’t you sick of my face yet?”

“Oh please… you should be the one sick of my face. I meet you recently but you have seen me before”

Like someone could ever…

“As if… thank you, but the old woman here needs her sleep.”

“I see how it is… the age comes to everyone. Goodnight.”

Your smile was unintentionally on your face.

“Goodnight.”

You put the phone beside you and you feel a warm feeling, but it quickly disappears when the realization of that feeling panics you. No. You had to stop, the only person whose feelings would be fucked up is you.

You sighed again and turned off the lights. Didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

In the next day, everybody were getting ready for epcot. Your families became so close that you knew they would be together until the end of the trip, where everyone would split up and you would never hear from them again.

Your heart tightened a little at the thought.

When you reached the restaurant, the first thing you see is him. He was making silly faces for his nephews, and suddenly he sees you and opens a smile. Not a regular one, a real one. You forget how to breathe for a moment, he was smiling for you.

You approach them an d say “good morning, everyone.” And before you could think, you sat next to Scott instead of Chris. “Hey, sweetheart. You missed dinner yesterday.” Lisa said.

“I know, I was so tired I went straight to bed.” You smile to her.

“Well, somebody missed you yesterday.” Scott said.

You look at him and he jumped in the chair. What?!

“Ouch.” He exclaimed.

“Who?” You asked.

“No one…” He said.

You frown your eyebrows and you see Chris a little red. Wow. Chris Evans is embarrassed. What a view to see.

You look around the table and see Lisa was exchange glances with your mother.

What is going on?

“Hm… ok.” You said.

“I think it’s time to get some food, right?” Chris gets up and walks to the buffet.

“It was him.” Scott whispered in your ear and you laughed.

“I noticed”.

You got up and got some food too, after all you hadn’t eaten anything last night.

    “Where do you guys want to go first?” Carly asked, looking at the map.

You smiled.  “Well…” Your mother say. “We always go to Spaceship Earth first…” Your dad laughed.

“Let me guess… another family tradition?” Chris said to you.

“Oh my God, can you read minds?” You ask pretending to be surprised that he guessed.

He laughed. “Actually, I can.” You pretended to be shocked.

“Edward Cullen? Is that you?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, please… don't tell me you like this crap” He said.

You and your mother stop and stare at him with wide eyes.

“No, you didn’t!” Your mother said.

“Christopher, are you really telling me that twilight isn't the best movie ever made?” You ask seriously.

He look at his mother with despair.

“N-n-no… w-what I-I w-was try-trying to say is….”

“The damage is done, boy.” Your father said.

“Damn, Chris. You just lost the approval of your future mother-in-law.” Scott said.

The look on Chris face was priceless, but you started to think. Scott was kidding, right? The truth was, there was no way Chris could like you. Like everybody said you're not a Hollywood star or a supermodel. That must be a joke.

But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about what Scott said at breakfast, how Chris missed you at dinner and now this…

Y/N do not be deceived.

“We're kidding.” Your mother said and for the second time of the day, Chris blushed. But he was relieved.

“We like twilight though.” You said. “My mother read all the books”.

“Never bring twilight to the conversation again. Got it” He said more to himself than you.

After 5 minutes in the line, because of the fast pass, you guys entered and you seated next to Chris. Even against your will. The truth is… you didn't know how to react after reading all the hate on the internet. You always watched the hate of others famous people, but this was you. Your phone still was going crazy of notifications.

The ride was calm and educational, made it an incredible distraction from your own thoughts.

“Why you always start with this one?” Chris ask after a while.

“I think it's because of the location and because it's my mother's favorite.” You said simply.

“And what’s your favorite?” He ask.

“Easy. Soarin” You say smiling.

“What about Test Track?”

“It’s my second favorite.” You laughed. “And what about you?”

“Test track” You nodded. “But..” You interrupted.

“Let me guess…. Soarin is your second favorite?” He nodded and you smiled at each other.

The ride was suddenly over and everyone agreed to go to Test track. Ethan and Miles were super excited, not as much as Chris, but super excited.

“What color will you choose for your car, Miles?” You ask the little one, noticing how impatient he was.

“Red.”

“Red?” He nodded. “Why?”

“It’s my favorite color.”

“Oh my God, red is my favorite color too” You said.

“Really?” You nodded. “Do you want to be in my car, y/n?” You heart melted. He was so damn cute.

“It would be my dream, m.” You paused. “Can I call you m?” He nodded. “But let’s make a promise, I’m the only one who can call you that.”

“I really like you, f/l/y/n” (first letter of your name)

"Excuse me, but we are totally excluded." Chris said with Ethan on his arms.

“It’s not my fault you wanted to do a yellow car.” Miles said to Ethan.

“Yellow is so much better than red.” He said.

“Guys, why don't we made a car red and yellow.” You said and the boys started to think about it.

“I  don't know…” Ethan said.

“Look…” You started, picked up Miles and made a sign for Chris to bring Ethan along, and went straight to the design. You started to design the car, with the opinions of Miles and Ethan, and put the two colors together. It made a cool match and you were proud of yourself. You look at their faces and they are smiling. “So… did you like it?” You ask.

“Yes!” They say together and smile to you.

You put Miles down and Chris does the same with Ethan, they started talking about cars and races. You were distracted looking at them with a smile, you didn't even noticed when Chris approached you.

“They really like you.” He said.

“I like them too.”

“That was good design you made over there.” He said.

You shrugged. “Colors is something that you have to know how to use them, see them and understand them at design university”.

“What university did you go in?”

“NYU” You smile, remembering college time.

“When did you graduated?”

“About 8/9 years ago.” He nodded.

“Y/N… I want to talk to you about something…” He was nervous, you could tell, and you knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. The pictures, the fans… everything. The truth is you're still processing all of it and you didn't want to talk about. Besides everything, he owes you nothing.

“Look, it’s our turn.” You interrupted him and took Miles's hand to get in the car, being followed by Ethan and Chris. He sat next to you and looked at you with worried eyes, you just made a force smile.

“It’s going to start” Miles scream with excitement, making you laugh. He is so damn cute!

You've been on this ride 500 times and yet the fun never goes away and you didn’t think sometime will. You spent the rest of the day a little closer with his family in general than Chris, you aren’t avoiding him you just needed to think about what you should do and how to handle. But at the end of the day, you really wanted to take pictures with your favorite princess and nobody wanted to wait 20 minutes in the line with you, so Chris offered to stay with you.

“I'll go with you.” He said with a smile that didn't reached his eyes. You suddenly get nervous, this was the first time of the day you were truly alone with him and you knew he was going to talk about it.

“I can’t believe even Stella didn't want to take picture with y/f/p.” You said making a pout. He looks at your lips more than he should and you swear you see desire in his eyes, but you know how impossible that is. Especially because his entire fan base thinks you're not good enough.

He seemed to wake up from his little world. “Her favorite princess is Elsa.” You make a grimace. “What?” He laughed.

“The old ones are so much better than the new ones.”

“I agree.” He said.

“But thanks for the company.” You smile at him.

“Anything, sweetheart.” Oh, the nickname. You almost had a heart attack again. If he only knew how these nicknames make you feel…. “Look, in the line for Test Track I tried to talk to you about something.”

You didn't have an escape this time.

“It’s about the news, isn't it?” You ask without facing him and he nodded. “What you want to talk about?”

“What I want to say to you is that…” He stopped, trying to find the best words.

“Look…” You interrupted him. “You don’t have to say anything, okay? It’s not your fault and I’m just a little shocked to have my picture on TMZ and your fanbase knowing my twitter… but you don’t have to worry about anything, okay? I’m not mad or blaming your for anything.” You said with a smile.

“I know media can change everything and make it 100 times bigger than actually is… I didn’t wanting this to happen, not right now… “ You could feel he was really tense with all this, he knew it was a lot to handle.

“I know… but it happened. And we can’t change that. I'll have to deal with it and…” You frowned. “But don't worry, they'll leave me alone when they realize we're not together.”

You see in his eyes a disappointment, but you ignore because everything you said is true.

“I know but… “ He stopped. “I can deny it, if you want to.”

You laughed. “Oh, it wouldn’t matter at all. You know that, but, hey, let me live in this fantasy of dating Steve Rogers for a sec.” You joked and he opened a smile.

“I can make it happen if you want to…” He whispered to himself, but you heard. You heart stopped and you couldn’t believe. No, it must be a joke.

Great, Y/N. And now you're hallucinating.

You ignore him and you say anything until it was your time. Chris didn’t know if you wanted a picture with him, so he stayed for a minute and you grab his hand making him take a picture with you.

“So are you guys a couple?” The princess asks for you both and you blushed, he smiles at you.

“No… We are just friends.” You said embarrassed, Chris in the other hand couldn't stop smiling.

“I recognize a prince and princess when I see them… and you two look amazing together!” She said with a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Christopher.”

“Y/N and Christopher… even the names match!” She said. “You could live next to my castle with my prince.”

“Oh, we'd love to too!” Chris said and you slapped his arm.

“Just friends… hun?” She asked jokingly. “I think he wants to be more than just friends.”

“Oh my God!” You should have left Chris behind.

“I can’t help being so romantic…” She said to you.

“Is that why you married a guy you barely knew?” You teased and he laughed.

“And because I recognize a true love when I see one.” She gave you two a look and you didn’t know what to say. Then she asked how you wanted to pose for the picture, and you smile to the camera.

“Thank you so much, you’re my favorite.” You said.

“And now you must marry her… for the good taste.” You two laughed and exit the line.

As you walk to get the picture, he said. “Well that was interesting.”

“I mean… she's a hopeless romantic.” You shrugged.

“Or we really make a good couple” He said and you give him a look. “What? She's not wrong, you know.”

“I mean… duh?” You said ironic. “That’s why people think we're together.”

"We can't stop being so cute." You laughed.

“Exactly!”

Soarin was the last ride, so you meet your families and go straight to the ride, because of the fast past, and the ride was as amazing as you remembered. A favorite is always a favorite. After the ride, you went back to the hotel and combined of having dinner together again.

When you lay down in your bed, you left a moan of relief leave your mouth. You needed to rest, your body and your psychological were exhausted. As habit, you picked up your phone and answered your best friend who was filling you up with questions, and a twitter notification popped up.

You clicked and it was a notification of a new follower. It was Chris, he followed you on your Twitter and for curiosity, you open his profile to see if he  tweeted something and you almost fall of the bed.

It was the picture of you two with the princess with the description:

“A great day with my true love.”

What the fuck?

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[bisluthq]

The reason it would be better to date the Taylor cosplayer is because then you’re both openly obsessed/fucked in the head instead of trying to play it cool and not freak out in the presence of genius all the time.

Chris Evans is generally not my aesthetic at all, but he gets bumped up like 30% for dating Jenny Slate and going on puppy playdates with Aly Raisman, like I just love how much he adores Jewish girls 🤷‍♀️

Yes but dude you’re not straight we need a straight woman to explain the Chris Evans phenomenon. I also like him x Jenny and x Aly because I am but a dumb Jew who stans celeb culture.

And it’s true. Rebecca and I would be 10000x more iconic together than Taylor and me 😌

[eleveneitherway]

Parallels-Logan (2017) & Gifted (2017)

[diaryofanavengersfan]

Serendib

Prompt: When Chris is having a hard time and faces anxiety, his girlfriend finds a way for him to relax. 

Characters: Chris Evans X OC

Warnings: Smut, Fluff 

Word count: 5,861 words.

A/N: So I came up with an interesting idea, I wanted to experiment this with a oneshot and I’m also planning to turn this into a series. If you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask or a private message! Hope you all enjoy!

As rays of sunlight was seeping through the white net curtains from the windows across their bed, Y/N scrunched her nose slightly and scrunched her nose further into the pillows. She groaned a little and tried to stretch but realized she was trapped in the arms of her boyfriend clung tightly around her frame. Looking down at her bare body, she slightly blushed remembering how she slept almost naked, well except for her sleeping shorts. She remembers they didn’t have sex last night, but he asked her to sleep with no shirt on, as he wanted his body he just wanted to feel her next to him to make him relax. Her fingers gently brushed her boyfriend’s muscular arms before gently lifting them up and prying them away from her body. Once she gently lifted the top arm, she quickly and quietly stood up and placed his arms gently back on the bed. He must’ve been exhausted, as her movement didn’t budge him and just curled into her pillow. Y/N couldn’t help but smile seeing her boyfriend Hollywood heartthrob Chris Evans, sleeping peacefully, his bare back rising and falling while breathing calmly, it brought a meditative effect on Y/N. She leaned down, brushed a few stray hairs away from his face, giving a gentle peck on his forehead, before grabbing his blue sweater slouched on the chair next to the sunlit window. She walked past the wooden post and lentil framing the bed and walked farther down the cottage suite meeting a portrait rectangle window in front of her, and cushions formed into a walled sofa on her left. That was her usual spot for the past few days, taking in the luscious greenery surrounding them when sipping her coffee

However, she decided to change the view after taking her cup of coffee, she padded back towards the bedroom and headed for the stairs leading to the attic which was projecting a bigger and more scenic view of the resort’s golf course and the Gokarna forest decorating the background.  She settled down on a wooden arm chair, her right leg was dangling from the chair and her left leg hugging her chest as she took a big sip from her mug before leaning back. Her gaze got lost into the green bushes as she thought about the sudden trip of her boyfriend jetting in from DC to Kathmandu, Nepal. She was just facetiming him, two days ago and her heart broke seeing the large bags under his red eyes from lack of sleep, exhaustion and also crying. His voice croaked, confessing to her that he has been on the go from Endgame promotions to filming, then Toronto and now in DC to work on his project. Without even thinking, she told him that she’s talking to his assistant about booking the next flight to Kathmandu and change his schedule and hopefully delay a few commitments. She was relieved that he didn’t deny Y/N’s suggestion and told her he will see her soon, thankfully luck was on her side when his assistant told him that Chris actually has the whole week off and this break would be ideal for him.

Almost 24 hours later, Y/N was waiting at the arrivals of Kathmandu airport, despite the busy crowds of tourists, families and other passengers, she was able to spot her boyfriend from the distance. Her heart leaped seeing him wearing his favorite cap and aviator sunglasses, she met him halfway through the crowd and engulfed him in a big hug, stroking his back while feeling his shaky sigh in her hair and hugged her tighter. They separated from the hug and quickly swam through the crowd to the jeep that was waiting for them to go back to the resort. Throughout the whole drive, Chris had Y/N wrapped in his arms while gazing in amazement at the passing scenery. It was equally relaxing for Y/N to be in her boyfriend’s arm, taking in his scent and snuggling further into his neck while gazing at the same views of narrow streets and traditional architecture of Kathmandu, hell Chris has never been to Hawaii, yet here he was halfway across the world in the arms of his girlfriend, the craziest but possibly the best way to take a breather. An hour and a half later, they finally arrived with the jeep parked right outside their cottage. A bell boy of the resort quickly took the luggage from the boot, while Chris stepped out of the jeep to stretch his legs, but also taking in the surroundings around him. He took a deep breath taking in the fresh air, which he felt has been a while. Turning around, seeing all the greenery around him, he thought that Y/N wasn’t lying that the resort was literally in the middle of the jungle. More importantly he was glad that the cottage was separate and farther than the rest of the resort, giving them more space and privacy.

Once they reached the top of the steps, the bell boy was walking out of the cottage, informing Y/N that he left the luggage and their dinner was set at the table. She thanked him and tipped him 100 rupees before leading Chris into their room. She simply waited patiently, for Chris to settle down, while she kicked off her ankle boots and socks while lying down on the bed, tucking her left arm underneath the pillow watching Chris. She followed his gaze surveying the whole cottage as he was taking his hoodie off, showing the white-t-shirt that was hugging his body. Placing his hands on his hips, he turned back to Y/N meeting his gaze with a soft smile on her face, and gently patted on the empty space. No later than two seconds, Chris dived into the bed, hugging Y/N tightly, inhaling deeply and releasing a few shaky breaths. Y/N felt his shoulders shaking, and wet drops on her neck and shirt, but she simply held him, lightly stroking his hair with her fingertips whispering sweet nothings into his ear and telling him that she’s here for him. She felt him tightening his hold on her, and for a moment she felt she couldn’t breathe yet she didn’t say anything because she wanted her boyfriend to release all the anxiety he was feeling. After a few minutes he calmed down and loosened his grip on her body while pecking Y/N’s neck before sitting up, and Y/N following suit stretched the end of her sleeves to wipe away the tears and wipe his nose. He smiled at her cute gesture and responded by giving her a sweet kiss on the lips. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving and the food’s aroma lingering in the room is not helping either,” Chris confessed with a small smile on his face, the first sign of him relaxing made Y/N’s heart melt and giggle at his confession. They left the bed and got comfortable during dinner with small talk and sharing loving glances at each other. Throughout dinner, Chris couldn’t help but think that yes, his life does get hectic but not as much as Y/N’s.

Y/N’s family is one of the few existing and longest nobility family coming from a blend of various ethnicities and cultures but have been based in London since the Victorian era. Her mother an art collector and curator married a wealthy English businessman and nobleman who dealt, and his family still deals with the royal family on private and commercial affairs. Unfortunately, her father died when she was seven, but her step father was a close friend of her father’s therefore never felt like a stranger. Her older brother is a famous corporate lawyer and sister is an emerging fashion designer. Uncles, aunts, cousins have been businessman, diplomats, lawyers and many more. Instead of sticking to one thing, Y/N decided to do lots of things- philanthropy, modelling (only for friends’ local private collections) and photography. She had an Oxford Degree in Law, then decided to do her MPhil in Heritage Studies from Cambridge. Y/N and Chris met at a Vanity Fair Post Oscars party in 2017 when Chris was still in a relationship, but they kept bumping into each other and became friends due to mutual friends and colleagues from the Avengers group. He was attracted to her confidence and well her overall but at that moment he was in a relationship. She always had a crush on the Captain America star and it intensified to something further when they kept meeting and hanging out. There were some quite heated moments even when he was with Jenny Slate, but the tension became thicker when he was single again then a drunken night at Downey’s party after Infinity War they confessed and decided to give it a shot. Both could agree that things couldn’t have been better, of course despite some ups and downs like any other couple.

Being Much of a public person, she kept her life very private: she enjoyed partying and going out, but it was very private and exclusive. Chris thought his life in the limelight was tiring but never knew that Y/N’s life would be even more exhausting, due to her work and her family status. Yet what made him fall in love with her more was that she never flinched or lashed out about the cameras or paps following her, managing her private and public life was second nature to her almost embedded in her DNA. She was the only person that knew what it was like being watched almost all the time and having that connection with her just always made him trust and lean on her, while she too leaned on him.

Y/N broke away from her thoughts when she felt a pair of strong arms around her shoulders, a body learning over her and warm lips trailed her bare shoulder. “I was wondering where you were, when I saw the bed was empty” he murmured, nose nuzzling against her neck, and it didn’t help that his voice was so attractive being groggy and heavy from sleep. His beard tickling her neck and bare shoulder making her shiver in delight. She looked up and grinned at the pair of sleepy clear blue eyes before pulling him down giving him a soft lingering kiss and teasing him by nibbling his lower lips. She pulled back, stroking the back of his neck, “good morning to you too” she replied.  He then sat on small bar stool across from her, pulling her legs on his lap and gently running his fingertips down her bare legs, while his gaze never left hers. His tiny gestures just made her feel so giddy, she took another sip from her mug before asking, “Did you sleep well?” He smiled “It was the best sleep I’ve had in months, thanks to you being by my side” She placed the mug down on the floor and went to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly. He kissed back, giving her small, sensual and slow kisses, and was gently rubbing her back before humming and letting go. She cupped his face gently stroking his cheeks with her thumb studying the fresh look on his face and the lack of eyebags. “Now what does my beautiful girlfriend have in store for today?” he asked pulling her closer to him, she yelped a little and laughed.

“Well” she sighed, I still have to finish that photoshoot, you’re more than welcome to tag along” He pecked her lips, “As much as that sounds tempting, I was thinking of staying back, and calling home. I texted mom and Scott about my sudden plan, but I didn’t have enough time to explain the whole situation to them.” “Well that’s perfectly fine to me, I’ll be back by the evening, Dashrath dai (The cottage keeper) will be bringing in lunch, if you get bored, he’ll be more than happy to show you around.” She explained. “Also” she added, “Pack a pair of clothes for tonight, I have a surprise for you.” Chris raised his eyebrows in curiosity “What exactly do you have in store” Y/N scoffed playfully, well it’s not a surprise if I tell you. No! Don’t give me those puppy eyes, Dodger is enough. We’re a little behind schedule so I have to finish it today, so I can spend more time with you” “Okay” he mumbled trying to act disappointed, but he was just messing with her. She stood up from his lap and headed for the stairs, after going down a few steps, she turned back to him cocking an eyebrow “If you mope around like that, I guess I’ll be taking a bath alone before breakfast.” It took a while for Chris to digest what she said because as soon as she was in the bathroom slipping her clothes off, she heard eager foot steps down the stairs and to the bathroom, he must’ve stripped along the way because as soon as she was naked, he dragged her to the bathtub with him.

An hour after breakfast and attempts of not letting Y/N go, she had left for the photoshoot (which is in the premises of the resort), Chris explored the rest of the cottage before giving a call to his mom and brother. It was almost midnight in Boston, but the family was awake due to the weekend, Chris explained the whole situation to his mom and Scott who patiently listened to his whole story of when he started feeling the anxiety and how he ended up at a forest resort in Nepal with his girlfriend. “Well bud, I’m really sorry you had to go through all of that, and never forget that we’re all here for you, literally a call or a drive away. But I’m so fucking jealous that you’re in Nepal! Ugh maybe send the memo a little earlier next time, so I can tag along. You have more stamps on your passport than I do” Scott exclaimed making Chris roll his eyes at his antics. “Scott!” Lisa exclaimed and smacked him playfully before turning back to Chris “Sweetie, I’m so happy that you’re feeling so much better, and that you’re also with Y/N. You’re so lucky that apart from her work, she thought of your happiness and brought you to such a beautiful location. Which I got to agree with Scott, I’m jealous too” She ended playfully. Chris chuckled at her remark before sighing “Yeah mom, I am so lucky to have her, and she’s been taking care of me ever since I landed, but I don’t … I feel… I don’t wanna be a burden to her.” He confessed as he sat down on the walled sofa looking at the green golf course. Scott butted in “Hey, I know Y/N and you’re not being a burden to her, she called you over because she loves you, she knows how you get anxiety and worked up because you care so much about the things you do. If she didn’t know that about you, you guys wouldn’t be together in the first place and more importantly she wouldn’t have called you over.” Chris admitted Scott was right, and he felt better but he still couldn’t shake the negativity completely. “Okay, enough talking enjoy the rest of the time their love, we’ll talk to you soon.” Lisa chipped in and then they exchanged their goodbyes before hanging up. Chris plopped his phone on the couch then he heard Dashrath dai, bringing lunch in, he decided to take Y/N’s suggestion and asked him to show around to take his mind off a few things.

Just like Y/N promised she was back after a few hours, wearing the same clothes she wore when she left but her hair was straighter from the ironing and also had smoky eye make-up on from the photoshoot. She spotted Chris sitting at the area next to the kitchenette and the large portrait with headphones on and engrossed in a book. No wonder he didn’t notice her coming back, she quietly tip toed behind him and slipped the headphones from his ears. He jolted a little at the surprise action but eased seeing Y/N standing behind him. He folded the page he was reading and set it down at the coffee table. He tugged her into his lap where she exclaimed in surprise, but he muffled it with his lips on hers. She moaned lightly into the kiss, when he nipped her bottom lip and pulled away. “How was the shoot?” he asked, curling some strand hairs behind her ear, she stretched a little and replied “mmm tiring but it was a lot of fun! I’m just so glad to be back home though” she pecked his lips again. His thumb was stroking her lower back when he spoke “So Dashrath Dai, told me something very interesting which you didn’t tell me, that this cottage actually belongs to your family, because your family are close friends with the Shrestha’s and also helped rebuild the place after the earthquake. But also, how you contributed to the whole layout and decoration, and provided so much support.” Y/N groaned in embarrassment and hid her face in her hands, “Oh he loves sharing that to all our friends and family” “Well” he pushed her hands away from her face and cupped her face “If you ask me, it’s the most amazing thing to share, you and your family have done so much and I’m always proud of whatever you do. It just makes me fall deeper for you.” She nuzzled her nose against his and pecked him again reciprocating her feelings. She then stood up, “Right let’s go before, the sun sets the surprise awaits!” Y/N exclaimed before grabbing her tote bag and Chris got his after wearing his light sweater following Y/N out of the door and to the roofless jeep that was waiting for them. She dropped their bags at the backseat before settling into the driver’s seat and Chris following suit into the passenger seat. “I’m very eager to know where we’re going” he asked, while she started the car and drove along the path from the golf course going into the forest following the string of fire lit lamps. As they drove deeper into the forest, they could hear birds, monkeys and other animals from all corners of the forest, finally Chris eyes widened when he spotted a tree, it was not only a tree but a massive tree house. The large barks were spread, with small two huts fitting in the spaces between. A flight of wooden stairs, curving around the large tree were leading up to the big hut. Dasrath dai was there, lighting up the last lantern next to the jeep, he smiled while getting their bags from the back and hopped up the stairs to drop it in their room for the night. Chris was speechless when he stepped out of the jeep, he was in a daze even when he felt Y/N take his hand and leading him up to their room.

The room small yet spacious had a queen-sized bed was cornered up against the right wall and they were welcomed with a massive open window painting a picture of the Gokarna lake and the wildlife surrounding it. A large hammock was hanging right in front of the window. Oil lit lamps were placed all over the room, including on the coffee table bordered with small chairs on the left corner of the room. A small ottoman lounging next to the small bathroom on the left wall. Chris walked towards the window watching the herd of deer scattered next to the lake, drinking water and taking in the sounds of the birds and all the insects buzzing around them. While Y/N was talking to Dasrath dhai about the arrangements for tomorrow, he heard something about taking the jeep as it could rain tonight. After she thanked him, she leaned against his back and wrapped her arms around his waist, neck craning around his arm, beaming at her boyfriend’s amazement, “So what do you think of the surprise? We’re just in time seeing the sunset over the lake, literally the best part of staying here.” She explained softly. She waited for his response patiently and felt him move when he broke away from her grasp, turned around and dove in for a hot kiss. His hands cupping her cheek as he intensely nibbled her bottom lip, Y/N responded to the kiss equally eager as him and moaned when she felt her tongue against his, a feeling of excitement over her body. When he broke from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against Y/N’s, his blue eyes staring deep into hers “I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he whispered against her lips. “Hey” she gently started, the back of her hand gently stroking his cheek, “I could honestly ask the same, plus I want every nerve of anxiety and sadness your feeling to go away, so I wanted you to bring to my best spot, this is the least I can do because I love you”

His lips crashed into hers as soon as he heard her say that, he said he loved her back between his kisses as they moved backwards to the bed. Her back hit the bed, with Chris crawling on top of her, his lips never leaving hers. They broke from the kiss, when they chugged off their shoes, socks and jackets. Chris cursed silently when he saw Y/N slip off her t-shirt and threw it to the side, revealing her black push up bra. He pushed her into the pillows, kissing her deeply and grasping the back of her neck to bring her closer to him, she moaned and wrapped her legs tightly around his west, gently grinding against him. He broke from the kiss, and peppered light kisses across her cheek, trailing down to her jaw and nibbling down to a sweet spot on her neck. Y/N threw her head back and moaned softly when she felt him making Chris smirk, loving her love’s reaction. His kisses trail down the middle of her chest down to her belly and playfully flicking her belly button piercing. Y/N giggled “Chris stops it tickles”, but he kept going with his playful kisses around the piercing while trailing his finger down the valley of her breasts and skillfully unhooking her front clasp bra. Y/N stood on her elbows and got rid of the bra and threw it next to her shirt, she pulled Chris back to her mouth and kissed him roughly, while reaching for the bottom of his t-shirt urging him to take it off. He pulled back and stood up straight to take off his shirt, showing his bare sturdy chest and Y/N was getting wet seeing his gaze of desire and his chest heaving from the intense kisses. She got her knees and pushed him back to the bed and straddling him while giving love bites all over his chest before she kissed down his love line. She stopped at his belt, unbuckled it and unzipped his trousers. He lifted his butt a little allowing Y/N to slip off his trousers and boxers in one go, leaving him stark naked under her.

“Fuck” Y/N muttered seeing the hard erection in front of her, she gently took him in her hand and started stroking him. Chris groaned and pressed his head against the pillows when he felt Y/N’s thumb swirling his precum over his tip. Her tender hands going up and down his erection while she leaned back to his face giving him teasing kisses and then biting his lower lip making Chris growl in excitement. She trailed kisses down his cheek to his jawline and flicking her tongue on his ear, biting it a little because she knew he loved the teasing. He sighed her name, when she went back to his cock and a string of profanities left his mouth as soon as Y/N took him completely in her mouth after a teasing trail of her tongue from the base to his tip. His hands gripping her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, trailer her tongue slowly at the spot where she knew Chris got weak. “Holy shit,” he exclaimed his fingers wiping the hair from her face, his heels rubbing against the bedsheet and moaned loudly when Y/N also started stroking him while giving him a blowjob. He knew he was close and tried to stop Y/N but she held on to his wrists telling him she wants it, “Y/N I’m gonna….. Oh FUCK” his head tilted back on the pillow and mouth agape when he released into her mouth after she pressed her tongue in his sweet spot a little longer. She knew that would drive him off the edge.

After she swallowed she released her mouth with a small pop and bit her lip leaning towards Chris trying to kiss him, but he grabbed her wrists and flipped her over. One arm held both her arms above her, the other unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them off of her legs, throwing them behind his back. He let go of her wrists and spread her thighs, both thumbs circling her inner thighs she gave out a big sigh, crunching her hair with her fingers. He gently slipped off her panties, his cock twitched in excitement seeing her so wet. He gently glided his fingers along her wet lips, “Oh God Chris” she moaned lightly, grabbing onto the sheets. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me” he whispered against her wetness before he brought her even closer to his face by tucking his arms underneath her thighs. His fingers caressing her thighs and kissed her pussy lips lightly causing her to gasp and sucks them between his lips and teeth grazing them lightly. His mouth tasting of her juices as she began breathing hard and moaning in pleasure. Slowly, she held his hair and guided him upward to her clit, which he began sucking with his tongue. He then slid two fingers inside, he groaned at her tightness while sucking her clit, her head tipped against the bed, moaning her fingers grasping his brown locks. “I’m so……. So fucking close” she gasped as she was feeling the coil at the bottom of her stomach. But when she said that, he pulled out of her, making her whine in annoyance, she huffed and looked at him with a glare.

But the glare was gone turning to look at him with wide eyes seeing him crawl towards her licking the sweet juices of his fingers. “On your knees and face the headboard” his whisper an octave lower, sounding oh so sexy. He didn’t have to repeat himself as Y/N was standing on her knees, her hands placed on the headboard. His gentle fingers caressing her back as his tip teasing her entrance, making her moan and tilt her head against his shoulder “Do you have a condom?” he whispered into her ear, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. She turned to face him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “It’s okay I’m on the pill” she told him. He replied her by kissing her softly as he entered slowly, filling her completely causing both of them to moan in unison. When she was comfortable, he started to thrust in and out of her slowly from behind, he leaned back watching his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and teasing her entrance with this thumb. She kept moaning his name, when he kept pleasuring her like that and then leaned towards her grabbing her boobs from behind. His fingertips grazing her nipples, whispering in her ear, how much he loves her, how much he loves making lover to her and how she’s so perfect to him. His thrusts got faster and deeper, knowing that he was close, Y/N’s breathing got heavier, her right hand let go of the headboard and held on to Chris’ right arm her nails digging into his muscles feeling her walls tighten after every thrust. “Baby, I’m so close” she whined, his left arm held onto her neck lightly choking her “That’s it baby, cum with me love” After two rough strokes a wave of orgasm crashed over them, making Y/N lean further into the border, when she felt him releasing his seed inside her. Simultaneously Chris’ grip on her neck tightened a little when he was cumming inside her. Chris let go of her neck, and placed his left hands over hers, his thumb stroking her palm. After he calmed down from the orgasm, he left gentle pecks all over her back making her giggle lightly. He groaned after pulling out, dragging Y/N with him back to bed, he pecked her cheek and padded to the bathroom, and came back to bed with a wet cloth wiping her before throwing it at the edge of the bed. He lifted her right leg and trailed kisses from her ankle, to her calves, thighs and the curve of her hips, then lying down bringing her closer to him. The back of hand stroking his bearded cheek, the scruffiness tickling her fingers, where Chris had his fingertips grazing her back. She smiled showing her sweet dimples knowing that she loved it when she did that. She pecked his cheek before leaning over and placing the duvet over them, snuggling closer to his chest, “let’s get some sleep, I’ll wake you up before sunrise.” “Can’t wait” he replied kissing her goodnight before closing her eyes.

The next few days were the most relaxing days that Chris ever had, the morning after they spent in the cabin, Y/N woke him up few minutes before sunrise, where they laid down on the hammock: Chris in his boxers and Y/N snuggled in the black t-shirt Chris wore the night before. They also spent a few occasions golfing with the owner of the resort, who also kindly extended his invitation to Chris for becoming a permanent guest of the resort. He added that any friend of Y/N was also a friend of his and they were more than welcome in his resort. They also spent some time at the school that Y/N and her family built for the resort staff children and children affected by the 2015 earthquake, his heart filled with love seeing Y/N genuinely interact with each and every child. He just felt lucky every time. The sex did not stop either, after every hike or golfing game lead to steamy sessions in the shower where either Chris or Y/N went down on each other. On their last day at the resort before heading back to Kathmandu Chris set up a little surprise for Y/N when she went for dinner with a few friends who were also happening to stay at the resort. He got Dasrath Dhai’s help by lighting up the whole cottage with candles and creating a trail of lily petals from the entrance to the attic lounge where he found Y/N at his first morning here. He got rid of the furniture there and placed a thin futon, some duvets and large cushions strewn all over. The forecast did state a light thunderstorm, and thunder began to rumble as soon as Y/N back. She gasped seeing the decoration all over the cottage, she quickly slipped off her boots and socks and followed the petals leading to the attic, being welcome by Chris in a grew sweater and black sweatpants holding two glasses of wine. “What is all this?” she asked glancing around the whole room in awe. He placed the glasses of wine on the table before walking to her, wrapping his arms around her waist flushing her body close to his, “Just a little thank you present, for giving me one of the best vacations ever” he whispered, his breath hitting her lips, and seconds later her lips crashed his. As the thunder grew a little louder, rain started to hit the window, clothes were thrown all over the floor and Chris had Y/N straddling his lap. No foreplay but straight into love making, as Y/N rode Chris into ecstasy with streaks of lightning decorating the background. His tongue flicking her nipples one by one, and fingers stroking her clit making both of them reach euphoria. They spent the whole night at the attic without a blink of sleep trying to savor every moment, filled with touches, kisses and more love making along with the rhythm of the storm outside.

Chris had his back against the wall with Y/N lying against his chest and the sheets loosely covering her chest. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist over the sheets, watching the storm fading away transitioning into a clear blue sky with some orange rays of the sun. He moved her waves to her right shoulder his nose nuzzling her shoulder and placing light kisses, his beard tickling her skin making her giggle. He sighed deeply and pulled her closer to him “Thank you” he broke the serene silence making Y/N turn to him, waiting for him to continue, “for everything” he added, “for taking me to paradise, for being the greatest girlfriend lover, and for also putting up with my anxiety even though I know you have a lot on your plate already, and taking care of your anxious boyfriend was the last thing” “Hey” she interrupted him, clung on to the sheets and faced him completely, “You are the most important thing to me, and your anxiety and your well-being matters to me the absolute most, my heart broke when I face timed you when you were in DC” “If you taking care of was the last thing, I wouldn’t have forced your butt to jet halfway across the world and spend some time with me” she pecked his pouted lips as he looked at her with puppy dogs, “even if this happened during an important project of yours?” he asked. “Even then” she confirmed cupping his face with her hands and stroking his bearded cheek with her thumbs. “I know how it feels when things kept going over your head one after the other, and it’s okay to let go and not feel okay at times. That shows how much of a break you need, and you really needed this. Don’t ever hold back especially with me, your family and your friends, we’re all here for you” He softly smiled at her response, “I love you, so much” he confessed, she smiled and replied “I love you more” they shared a sweet kiss, before Y/N leaned back against his chest. He took her left hand, his thumb stroking her palm before glancing down at her bear ring finger, he knew for sure he need this, and he needed her in his life forever. He smiled planning the next surprise for their next trip.

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Full House 3/?

Full House

Chris Evans (Celebrity) x Reader x Tom Hiddleston (Producer)

Plot: Idea from KDrama Full House: Reader is an aspiring script writer who was framed by her childhood friends Marie and Adam. Her house which she inherited from her parents was sold to Chris Evans.

Warnings: None- still stirring up the theme of the story, for now, please bear with me if the story seems boring as of now.

also, thank you for the few people I see who’ve hearted my previous chapters, though there were no comments,I can feel somehow that my works are appreciated :) sending love to those few :)

You’re just done washing Chris’ shirt and jacket and hung it up to dry. You were feeling quite hungry now and tried to look in their menu to place an order however the prices of the food were quite expensive, and you wanted to buy souvenirs from this trip instead of just splurging it on food.

You remembered a convenience store that caught your eye on your way to the hotel. “Oh right, I can buy food there for now, and I can do some further research by tomorrow on where to go and eat!” You said to yourself and prepared to go out.

As you were on your way to the convenience store, you saw Thomas this time with company, to your surprise, Chris! You were supposed to greet Thomas, but you hesitated.  “I don’t think that it’ll be pleasant if I tried to go over there now, I may just embarrass myself.” You decided not to show yourself and waited for them to be out of the hotel before you proceeded to go out of the hotel as well.

 “So, where are we going tonight?” Chris asked Tom. “Well, I found a nice place we can eat out to near the hotel. I heard they serve good food.” Tom answered Chris, while they were walking along the sidewalk.

“So, what is it that you needed to discuss with me Tom? I’ve been wondering what it is as you even had to fly over to China just to speak to me about it.”  “Well, to be honest, I really just flew here because of a business I needed to attend to, which happened at the same time you are to have a shoot in here as well. But kidding aside, I just found out that Liz is back now from Paris, and I heard she is putting up a boutique in New York.” Tom advised Chris, making Chris taken aback.

Elizabeth (or Liz, as they call her), was their childhood friend and his childhood sweetheart as well. He tried to court Elizabeth, but she has been showing great interest over Tom, but Tom has constantly rejected her as well. May be out of respect with Chris or maybe he really doesn’t like her at all. They all kept communication with each other, but recently, Elizabeth seem to be avoiding his calls.

“I see. When has she returned? I didn’t know about the boutique though. I’m glad she’s able to start on her own now and reach her dreams.” Chris said and advised Tom. Tom nodded and smiled, “Yeah, who would’ve thought that even though she’s later than us in reaching her dreams, with her perseverance and passion she’s now able to make her own name in fashion.”

Chris and Tom arrived at the restaurant before Chris could even respond. Tom never brought up the topic about Liz again during dinner and Chris only had his mind wandering off about Elizabeth while they were discussing about other things, mostly about business.

 “I’m so full! I’m glad the food I found is cheap and surprisingly good!” you thought to yourself as you were walking back to the hotel. You were supposed to settle for the food in the convenience store when something caught your eye which happened to have great street food for a cheap price.

“It was just hard that not everyone can speak our language, good thing that their menu is friendly for tourists unable to speak their native language.” You thought out loud which gave you some weird looks from some locals that are walking near you.

You thought about walking around some more before going back to the hotel. You took some pictures and decided to call it a night so that you could get up early tomorrow for your itinerary.

 You woke up early and was able to watch sunrise before eating at the buffet. You then went ahead to prepared for your tour for today. You are planning to go to the Window of the world, one of the tourist spots in Shenzhen.

 Chris was preparing for his shoot today and their scene for the day was at the Windows of the world, which was one of the known tourist spots in Shenzhen. Tom said goodbye to him last night as he needed to go back to the New York for a business meeting.

The day was tiring, and he was able to do the scenes in one go, but his lead was somehow not focused and kept on being distracted that day which somehow irritated him. He was on his way to his room now to have a quick change and he’s planning to go on a night out to have some fun and to de-stress as well, when he saw someone, he never thought he would see again.

 You were enjoying the place and took a lot of selfie and pictures with the help of other tourists and locals. You decided to pack lunch for this mini tour as you felt you may have a hard time finding a good place to eat. While eating, you saw a shoot being done near you, and you happen to see it was Chris and Jenny Slate! Somehow, Chris is not looking ok during shoot and it seems that they kept re-taking the scene.

You remembered the clothes you still have in your possession and thought that maybe you should return it sooner as it will be harder to get a hold of Chris once you return home.

On your way home, it was a challenge as you seem to have a hard time remembering how to get back to the hotel, it was a good thing you saw the landmark you reminded yourself which was near the hotel. But after getting down the cab, as you were still holding your wallet on your hand, someone took it from you real quick before you could even react.

“Most of my money’s in there!” you thought to yourself, and tried to see if you’ll be able to even run after the thief but he was no where in sight. You sighed to yourself, feeling helpless, but still thankful, “At least he did not try to stab me or something, and I’m glad my important IDs are not in that wallet.” But still you had not much left on you to buy enough souvenirs and food for the next days. You were feeling lost now and need a little extra to make it through the next days.

  You thought of calling Tom, but you remembered that his calling card was in that stolen wallet. Feeling helpless, you thought of that one person, but hesitated multiple times, but he was your only hope for now.

“I have no choice but to swallow my pride and at least try. I’m at a stranger’s land and I need to survive for a few more days here.”

You went back to your room as you made your decision on who to ask help from.