#lieutenant!chris evans

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Knives Out (2019)

[filministic]

Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

[inureiris]

Mob AU! Eddie Begins:

Eddie is born to the least favourite son of the Diaz Mob boss. He was never in the running for the Boss, not until he’s 22, fresh out the military, and a single parent.

Eddie grows up aware that he’s going to take over the Texas Diaz Mob. He trains under his father’s lieutenants and can hit a bullseye by 13. He’s deadly by 16. He’s completely dedicated to taking over his father’s job, right up until he’s 18 and gets a girl he was seeing pregnant. He goes to his father to ask for more responsibilities and a pay-check. His father refuses.

In a fit of righteousness, he signs up for the US Army so that ‘at least someone will pay him to kill’. He ends up as a field medic, saving lives, and while fighting in Afghanistan is awful, he enjoys the downtime- the time he takes time to more learn from the head medic and draws what he can. He mails the appropriate drawings to his son and keeps the others in a private sketchbook.

When he gets back from his first deployment, he’s 21 and traumatized but excited to start his new life with Chris and Shannon. Everything falls apart the first week he’s back, Shannon drops the bomb that Chris has Cerebral Palsy and she wants to move to LA. He obliges, his parents have become overbearing about his son- going as far as to cut him out of the family business to ‘keep Chris safe’ as if he wasn’t involved the moment he was born to a Diaz.

He reaches out to his grandparents and asks to if he can join the main part of the Diaz Mob. Abuelo, who had been told to keep his distance from his son’s children, was more than willing to take Eddie and his little family in. Eddie finds himself quickly moving up in the ranks of the LA Mob, his personal life does not experience this same improvement. Two years after they move to LA, Eddie is training directly under his grandfather and Shannon asks for a divorce.

Eddie had been careful to keep most of the Mob away from Shannon, aware it would scare her. Shannon, on her end, never pushed to know more about his family’s ‘shipping’ business. The divorce is settled within a year, Shannon requesting no custody but visitation and Eddie letting her keep the newly renovated house they had inherited from her mother.

After he’s moved out and everything is settled, he receives the 6 month old news about the downfall of the Kendall Mob in Pennsylvania. At his grandfather’s request, Eddie obtains a list of all its main family members, including one Maddie Kendall, and their immediate family members, including an Evan Buckley.

Eddie is charged with finding and rooting out anybody that could link them to the Kendall Mob as well as anybody that could know the identity of the whistleblower in the Kendall Mob, just to be on the safe side. He begins his search from the inside-out, starting with the main family and systematically working through the cousins.

6 months into this assignment, Eddie reaches an Evan Buckley on his list. He tracks the man to a small coffee shop a few blocks down from office. But when he walks in with Chris, who’s the perfect cover, he doesn’t find any ‘Evan Buckley’s working there. Instead he finds a tall and gorgeous Buck Grant, who talks to his son like an equal and makes him an amazing grilled sandwich.

[see the rest of this AU]

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WOE.BEGONE FULL CAST CHALLENGE

Taking on that full cast challenge I reblogged the other day for WOE.BEGONE. Here's the list I'm going to be using:

(SPOILERS UNDER CUT, SERIOUSLY, THIS IS A LIST OF ALL CHARACTERS WITH MULTIPLE NAMES LISTED WHICH MEANS IT ALSO REVEALS ANY "X CHARACTER AND Y CHARACTER WERE THE SAME ALL ALONG STUFF, DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU'RE NOT CAUGHT UP!!!!!)

Central Characters

Mike "Mikey" "Michael" "MDawg" "MW" "The Gambler" "The Bear" Walters

Anne

Matt

Christopher "Topher" "CANNONBALL" Evans

Ryan

Hunter Jeremiah "Jerry" "H" Hartley

Chris "Chance" "Blorpo"

Ryan "Shadow" "Donder"

Marissa Ng

Charlie

Edgar

Ty Betteridge

Sylvester August Baxter

Major Iterations of Central Character

Mikey

Latvia Mike

Michael

OVER Mike

MDawg

Emdubya / MW

Innocent Hunter

Mystery Hunter

H (may be the same character as Mystery Hunter)

Punished Hunter

OVEdgaR / Mustardseed

Edman

Ty Betteridge (Green)

Ty Betteridge (Yellow)

Cowboy Ty / Outlaw Ty

Recurring Side Characters

Troy

Eagle

Cole

Felix

Ravi

Boris

Kasimieras Berzina

Jamilla Gardner

Recurring Side Iterations

Texas Michael / Tex

Council Anne Who Joins Base In S7

Unknown 4th Hunter

Young Ty / OVER Ty / Arbiter Ty

Ty Betteridge (Blue)

Sly

August

Bax

Very Minor Character / Bit Character

Unnamed Flinchite Boot Sent To Kyrgyzstan

Unnamed Arbiter that Meets Mikey Before Donny's Fourth Challenge

Paul

One-Off Or Minor Iteration

Van Mikey

Alaska Mikey

Cowboy Edgar (Saved Mikey During Rugby)

Ty Betteridge (Orange)

Tier3!Michael

Sly II / Bax II

Punished Mike

Other Mikey / "Baby Mikey" (fan-given name)

OI Mikey

Lieutenant

Replacement Mikey

Replacement Troy

Animals

The Bear (OVER)

The Bear (Latvia)

Hamster 1 / Chubbums the Wondergirl

Hamster 2

Hamster 3

Hamster 4 / Princess Daffodil

Bruno

Banjo

Lucy, The Largest Cat In The World

The Bear (The Diary of Aliza Schultz)

Shadow II

Flapper

Nine Unnamed Crows

Delilah

Bluster the Gigantic Horse

No Appearances / Not Real / One Appearance, Central Role or Some Characterization

Aliza Schultz

Charles Thibbideau

Flinch AKA |=|_1/\/(|-|

John

Donny Evans

Brendan Evans

Rafael Muslani

Latif

Luis

Felix's Mother

Felix's Father

No Appearances / Not Real / One Appearance, Minimal / No Characterization

Taylor Yarmoth

Gretchen Stevensbretcher

Carol (OVER)

Todd (OVER)

Mike's Mother

Mike's Father

Mike's Boss at OVER

Southern Woman who Gives Mike The Job At OVER

Patrick (papercraft hat crewmate)

Jamie (Hunter's friend)

Harlan (Hunter's friend)

Bill (regular at the Sidewinder)

Hannah (wife or partner of Bill)

Jess (lives in Boulder, once visited by Shadow)

Two Pool-Playing Regulars at the Sidewinder

Interrupting Bar Patron

Greg (Hypothetical neighboring OVER guard)

Troy's Unnamed Boyfriend

Borissa

Dave (OI)

Samantha (Flinchite)

The Ty Spectrum

Magenta Ty (Decorated for the office party)

Chartreuse Ty

Rainbow Ty

Beige Ty (Does data management)

Aquamarine Ty

Uberpink Ty

Vermillion Ty

Vitellary Ty

Crystal Ty (Does meditation)

White Ty (Did entertainment at the office party)

Black Ty (Did catering at the office party)

Peach Puff Ty (Does tracing)

Ultramarine Ty

For those unfamiliar with the Full Cast Challenge, we intend to write a fic that is either from the POV of or otherwise examining every single character in WOE.BEGONE. For ease of use we have separated this list into categories; others taking on the challenge can exclude characters or categories as they wish, but we intend to write for every single character listed above, except for some of the "Animals" and everyone listed under "The Ty Spectrum" and "No Appearances / Not Real / One Appearance, Minimal / No Characterization".

If there are any characters I have missed, please let me know!

[potterhead2207]

Fic Recommendations Masterlist 10

Ransom Drysdale

@wiypt-writes - Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

@heli0s-writes - Hymnostic

@heli0s-writes - Push

@heli0s-writes - Blessed

@heli0s-writes - Holy Nights

@heli0s-writes - Ride

@heli0s-writes - Untitled

@heli0s-writes - Untitled

@thatfanficstuff - Netflix. No Chill.

@sagechanoafterdark - The Stakeout

@sagechanoafterdark - Mark Me

@writing-for-marvel - It’s Gonna Cost You One Kiss

@writing-for-marvel - Steve Comforting You Headcanons

@undutchable11 - Untitled

@sgt-seabass - Untitled

@springdandelixn - Tonight

@jamneuromain - Shower

@tuiccim - Gag Gift

@tuiccim - Time Together

@tuiccim - Positions and Pleasures

@andydrysdalerogers - A Last Minute Mission

Ned Leeds

@cocoamoonmalfoy - Untitled

Andy Barber

@sunshinebuckybarnes - Taste Of Paradise

@ramp-it-up - Puppy Love

@jamneuromain - Brat Taming

Tony Stark

@writing-for-marvel - Matching Set

Tom Cruise

@malavera - Dirty Talk

@malavera - Sundress

Pete Mitchell

@youlightmeupfinn - NSFW Alphabet

@youlightmeupfinn - Him As A Dad

@youlightmeupfinn - Finding Out You’re Pregnant

@youlightmeupfinn - He’s Jealous

@youlightmeupfinn - Clingy

@youlightmeupfinn - Louder

@youlightmeupfinn - Cut The Jokes

@youlightmeupfinn - She’s Taken, Lieutenant

@pmitchell - My Girl.

@pmitchell - His Only.

@tongue-like-a-razor - There Are Rules

@justabigassnerd - I’m Right Here

@babyonboard - Untitled

@kyber-crystal - Thrill Ride

@mitchellpete - Be My Angel

Ari Levinson

@jamneuromain - You Had Me Before Hello Part 2 Part 3

Chris Evans

@bluemusickid - Is Polo-Sexual A Thing?

@bluemusickid - I Heard A Rumour…

@bluemusickid - Irresistible

@hansensgirl - Walk On The Wild Side

@andydrysdalerogers - Premieres, Puppies and Partners

@andydrysdalerogers - Can I Count On Your Vote?

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Darcy Lewis Bingo 2023: Weekly Challenge Feb 26- Mar 5

Editing of this post complete. Fic in progress for this idea.

Card #: DLB 2023 card

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/ Steve Rogers/ Clint Barton

Rating: PG?

Warnings/ Triggers: Images of- A firehouse, a firetruck, a dalmatian, Kat Denning, Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner

Title: I don't know right now. Moodboard.

Summary: Lieutenant Steve Rogers is stuck in traffic. In a March blizzard. Coming back to the firestation with the house's puppy after a vet check up. He three-way calls Darcy and Clint to talk to him while he crawls through traffic and two intersections that had cops directing traffic.

A/N: My fire department knowledge is what I've learned from Chicago Fire, Third Watch and 2 real life instances. So in other words take shit with a grain of salt. And I know nothing about how it works when a firehouse has a dog. Let alone if they still do that

Image Credits: Images are all from either a basic google search or from unsplash.

Created for: @darcylewisbingohq weekly challenge

Square/ Prompt: challenge prompt: Animal week.

[ulkaralakbarova]

In 1863, Mississippi farmer Newt Knight serves as a medic for the Confederate Army. Opposed to slavery, Knight would rather help the wounded than fight the Union. After his nephew dies in battle, Newt returns home to Jones County to safeguard his family but is soon branded an outlaw deserter. Forced to flee, he finds refuge with a group of runaway slaves hiding out in the swamps. Forging an alliance with the slaves and other farmers, Knight leads a rebellion that would forever change history. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Newton Knight: Matthew McConaughey Rachel: Gugu Mbatha-Raw Moses Washington: Mahershala Ali Serena Knight: Keri Russell Daniel: Jacob Lofland Sumrall: Sean Bridgers Lieutenant Barbour: Brad Carter Miss Ellie: Jane McNeill Prosecuting Attorney: Gary Grubbs Jasper: Christopher Berry Amos Deason: Joe Chrest Quitman: David Jensen Injured Soldier: Kurt Krause Confederate Color Guard: Carlton Caudle Freedman 1: Martin Bats Bradford Matthew Yates: Matt Lintz Mary: Kerry Cahill Annie: Jessica Collins Confederate Soldier: Juan Gaspard Junie Lee: Liza J. Bennett Polling Station Clerk: David Maldonado Schoolgirl: Serenity Neil Chester: Lawrence Turner Mrs. Deason: Lara Grice Col. Robert Lowry: Wayne Pére Farmer 1: Jim Klock Town Folk: Emily Bossak Sergeant: P.J. Marshall Third Man: Ritchie Montgomery Stillman Coleman: Mattie Liptak Aunt Sally: Jill Jane Clements Col. McLemore: Thomas Francis Murphy Old Man: Johnny McPhail Lt. Barbour: Bill Tangradi First Man: William Mark McCullough Edward James – Cotton Field Worker: Sam Malone Boy at Alice Hotel: Kylen Davis Farmer 2: Will Beinbrink George: Troy Hogan Confederate Soldier: Cy Parks Ward: Dane Rhodes Second Woman / Yeoman Farmer: Lucy Faust Yeoman Girl: Stella Allen Older Coleman Brother: Cade Mansfield Cooksey Maroon (uncredited): Tahj Vaughans Davis Knight: Brian Lee Franklin Film Crew: Casting: Debra Zane Production Design: Philip Messina Costume Design: Louise Frogley Editor: Juliette Welfling Producer: Jon Kilik Supervising Art Director: Dan Webster Editor: Pamela Martin Director of Photography: Benoît Delhomme Producer: Scott Stuber Executive Producer: Oren Aviv Set Decoration: Larry Dias Writer: Gary Ross Executive Producer: Robert Simonds Executive Producer: Robin Bissell Art Direction: Andrew Max Cahn Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Paul Hsu Executive Producer: Wang Zhonglei Executive Producer: Stuart Ford Prosthetics: Gary Archer Foley: Marko Costanzo Makeup Department Head: Nikoletta Skarlatos Executive Producer: Wang Zhongjun Co-Producer: David Pomier First Assistant Director: Eric Heffron Assistant Costume Designer: Meagan McLaughlin Foley: Eric Milano Second Unit Director: Garrett Warren Visual Effects Editor: Gershon Hinkson Executive Producer: Michael Bassick Makeup Artist: Kris Evans Executive Producer: Bruce Nachbar “B” Camera Operator: Jerry M. Jacob Executive Producer: Matt Jackson Additional Camera: Michael Watson Executive Producer: Christopher Woodrow Hairstylist: Felicity Bowring Casting: Meagan Lewis Music Editor: John Finklea Executive Producer: Jerry Ye Set Designer: Randall D. Wilkins Still Photographer: Murray Close Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Mike Prestwood Smith First Assistant “A” Camera: Chad Rivetti Special Effects Coordinator: David K. Nami Hair Department Head: Jules Holdren Key Hair Stylist: Melizah Anguiano Wheat Set Costumer: Adriane Bennett Costume Supervisor: Carlane Passman Prosthetic Makeup Artist: Matthew O’Toole Visual Effects Producer: Lisa Beroud Key Hair Stylist: Theraesa Rivers Executive Producer: Russell Levine Additional Camera: Greg Morris Set Costumer: Tom Cummins Art Department Coordinator: Wylie Griffin Supervising Dialogue Editor: Branka Mrkic Visual Effects Supervisor: Kelly Port Second Assistant “C” Camera: Griffin McCann Set Costumer: Lisa Magee Wigmaker: Khanh Trance Art Direction: Chris Craine Gaffer: Bob Bates Original Music Composer: Nicholas Britell First Assistant “C” Camera: Wade Whitley Co-Producer: Diana Alvarez Second Second Assistant Director: Marvin Williams “A” Came...

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[harrystormauthor]

TELL HARRY, COMMENT 3

In response to: Reginald Crawford, another long time Lieutenant of the Sheriff’s Department left this past week, seems he had enough and “retired”, nice job Sunshine California Hatchet Man. Lets hope this group of hand picked jailers can pass the academy. The last group hand picked by Chris Evans had a fail out. I believe it was the jailer they call his girlfriend. Keep on wasting the county’s…

[livingmybestfictionallife]

Boston’s Most Wanted

Prologue

Summary--In 1931, Lieutenant Evans of the Boston PD is close to capturing the rulers of the Boston criminal underworld, the Gustin Gang, as well as the illusive mastermind theorized to be behind the ever increasing in success bootlegging and robberies across all of Massachusetts, John Murphy. But what happens if John Murphy ends up capturing Lieutenant Evans? And what if John Murphy isn’t the rugged, jaded, intimidating criminal mastermind everyone thinks he is, but a twenty-five year old woman named Johanna MacMurchadha?

A/N: feedback is always appreciated and the taglist is open!

It wasn’t supposed to go this far, Johanna MacMurchadha thought as she hurriedly scrawled her fake signature across a thick envelope encased with a typed message detailing the most efficient date, time, and location the Irish mob could steal six barrels of whiskey to transport north into Salem and then, eventually, across the border into New Hampshire.

Ten years ago, when Johanna first embarked on the dangerous path that would lead to an even more dangerous future, she was nothing more than a fifteen-year-old girl “befriending” individuals for personal gain. These individuals were almost exclusively young men or adolescent boys that worked in the train yard behind an abandoned house she frequently squatted in. Some flirting would get herself on their radar, the promise of a kiss earned her their blind trust, and the proposal of hiding their affection behind the walls of the train car normally ensured her a score. It was a routine that seemed foolproof--as she lifted herself into the train car, she would sent the rail worker to survey the grounds around them to make sure they wouldn’t get caught by a supervisor. She would steal whatever things of value she could find and then run away into the woods behind the tracks. There would be no witnesses, rail worker would almost always be fired, so she was free to continue this ploy for as long as she needed to keep herself alive.

Her tricks never went beyond empty promises or occasionally showing an unsuspecting young man the silk slip beneath her shirt before she stashed handfuls of bills, bonds, or other valuables into said slip--at least not for another decade. From age fifteen to sixteen, Johanna kept up this charade until she made the acquaintance of a man by the name of Frank Wallace.

After winning over the affection of yet another rail worker, Johanna had heaved herself into a train car upon her victim’s request as he went to inspect the area. Rather than being greeted with unopened bangs of mail and unsecured safes carrying cash, a .22 pistol was pointed at her face.

“We have a problem, Frank,” a panicked young man said as the gun shook before Johanna. A slightly taller man with short, wavy hair parted down the middle emerged from behind a crate and looked Johanna up and down. “She’s just some worker’s girl,” the first man said.

“She’s collateral,” stated Frank with somewhat cold eyes trailing Johanna’s unwavering face.

“You have two minutes before that worker comes back. The two of you can grab about three grand from this car in that time,” she said in a hushed and quick tone.

“No offense, but how do you know all of this, darling?” the man named Frank questioned.

“This has been my territory for over a year and no one suspects a thing. Let’s face it, I’m the only way you can get out of this without killing someone and screwing up the score for each of us.” She looked the skeptical men over once before offering her final bargain, “I can buy you some more time for twenty percent of the loot.” Her trained and alert ears could heard the crunch of rocks beneath boots and knew they were running out of time/ “You have five seconds to make up your minds.”

Agitation spread through the unnamed man’s body, but Frank upheld a cool, matter-of-fact expression. “Meet us one hundred paces into the woods on the south side of the tracks in five minutes.” With a wink, Johanna dropped herself from the train car and linked her arm with the young man who had almost wandered into what would surely be his death.

After that day, Frank and Johanna became inseparable. She’d act as a distraction, buy him, his brother Steve, and their friends some time to knock off a store, steal from unsuspecting, wealthy young men, and peddle liquor to and from various places. The Gustin Gang had long been established before Johanna joined, but she made the group more effective, efficient, and precise than any of the men could have imagined. Unfortunately, the gang’s targets began to recognize her, and although they could never prove she was the one who assisted in robbing them, they knew to keep their distance. Because of this, Johanna took to planning and creating the gang’s looting and liquor toting routes.

Three years after aligning herself with the Gustin Gang, other local Boston gangs as well as countless North Eastern bootleggers and rum runners took notice of the significant increase of success the Gustin Gang was experiencing. After facing death threats from other organized criminals as well as the threat of having them turn the Gustin Gang over to the police, Frank came to an understanding with the leaders of these other organizations: Johanna would provide plans for various other crime syndicates in the greater Boston area--this would later expand to encompass the entire state of Massachusetts--under the alias John Murphy. Frank, who had become a brother to her, ensured the safety of her identity, and after weighing the benefits against potentially devastating outcomes, Johanna agreed.

For six years, between 1925 and 1931, crime in Boston was more than rampant and more than simply organized. Nearly every organization of criminals were abiding to the rules set by one, fictional, John Murphy. Syndicates would remain in their jurisdictions and work together to transport liquor across the state by vehicle, along the coat by boat, and through the country by airplane. Johanna had a simple system: the danger of acquiring what would be transported as well as the organization that owned the means by which the product was being transported in, and the amount of time each organization spent transporting the product all played into the percentage of monetary gain each gang earned. It was fair and they all conceded to that, whether or not they knew that their criminal empire was being run by a teenage girl or young woman.

John Murphy had one rule that was more important than the others: he received twenty percent of the entire operations gain. What began as a way to score enough money to live off turned into an incredible source of income for Johanna, but her intelligence wasn’t wasted devising intricate criminal plans. She knew it was suspicious to hold onto so much money, especially for a young woman who didn’t have any living family to support her , so she covered her tracks, put all of her money in a safe, lived in a modest apartment, and didn’t live outside the wages she earned at her day job as a records clerk at the county court house.

During Johanna’s decade of calculated criminal cahoots and reign, Boston welcomed back a hometown hero from the Great War. Christopher Evans was met not only with love and admiration from the town he grew up in, but also with an unfamiliar, growing stain on the town he knew and loved. Immediately upon his return, he dedicated himself to protecting the town he loved with the same ferocity and passion he had while protective his fellow man in battle.

Within ten years, he’d risen in the ranks to lieutenant quickly, however, since 1925 an irritating challenge plagued him...a challenge by the name of John Murphy.

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“Murphy’s a phanton,” a detective under Lieutenant Evans’s command, and fellow Boston native by the name of John Krasinski stated as he listened to the discussion his colleagues were having during lunch.

“I wouldn’t say that,” another detective named Anthony Mackie, but who went by Mackie, or sometimes just Mack, stated as he joined John and Chris in the break room for lunch.

“And why is that?” questioned Krasinski with a small smirk.

“Because phantom’s don’t exist. Our problem is that we have the most common name imaginable and are, essentially, searching for a needle in a hay stack,” Mackie sighed as he unwrapped his lunch. “Any new leads, boss?”

Chris shook his head as he washed a bite of white bread and peanut butter down with some water. “We thought Frank Wallace knew something, but he’s laying low. Hell, a man as arrogant as him couldn’t ever share the spotlight; as far as he cares, he’s still the most wanted man by Boston PD.” Chris took another swig of his water before directing his attention to Detective Mackie. “Mack, do you think you can get as much as we have on the Gustin Gang out of evidence so I can build a case to bring them in?” Mack nodded as he continued to eat his lunch, and Lieutenant Evans’s eyes flicked toward Detective Krasinski. “John, can you go down to the county clerk’s office and get every piece of information they have on Frank and Steve Wallace?” Again, he received a nod as the three men continued to eat their less than filling lunches. “We’ll get these guys soon, and they’ll tell us where this John Murphy guy is.”

“What if they don’t know anything about him, boss?” Mackie asked as Chris dropped his head to the table and began to clean his mess.

“The have to know. I’ve questioned damn near every criminal in this city and they all point the finger to the Wallace brothers. If my suspicions are right, we’ll have them by the first week of February,” he said with a false hope of optimism in his voice.

“If that’s so I;m taking a long weekend for the wife and I on Valentine’s Day,” Krasinski laughed as he followed his superior to the trash can to drop his napkin in the bin before heading to the county clerk’s office.

“Hell, even I’ll take a break from work once Murphy is in custody,” Lieutenant Evans admitted as he, Mackie, and Krasinski parted ways on their plan to take down the Gustin Gang once and for all.

[somuchsophy]

I think “Knives Out” movie posters deserve love.

one / two

[pedroam-bang]

Knives Out (2019)

[filministic]

Knives Out (2019) dir. Rian Johnson

[myra-barnes]

Imagines être le binôme du lieutenant Evans...

Imagine being Lieutenant Évans' partner...

[ramp-it-up]

Sideways

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress! Reader RPF

Word Count: 4.8K (I promise this was supposed to be a drabble)

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, RPF.  Angst,  Chris being an insensitive jerk triggering childhood trauma, foot in mouth disease, dorky Chris, friends to enemies to lovers (kinda), fake date to fucking,  finger fucking, oral sex (f receiving), raw sex, begging, praise/good girl kink, mirror sex, acrobatic sex, raw sex, talk of testing, allusions to m receiving oral sex and throat fucking. Fluff. Not Beta’d.

A/N: This is another one for My #DJs2KHolidayVisit. No one asked for this but I’m blaming @ysmmsy and @maroonsunrise83, my evil muses. Also, I’m picturing Jodie Turner-Smith for this, but that’s just me. You do you Boo! Thank you so much for this milestone and for following me. Like, comment and reblog to let me know that you like it. Show some love!

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Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You didn’t usually particularly enjoy promoting films, but you were loving this tour already because you were genuinely friends with all of the cast.

You were being pushed to the front row of seats on the full cast lineup as the breakout star, a young lieutenant of the Dora Milaje and Okoye’s new second in command who irritates and beguiles the new king. All of the remaining Avengers were in the film, in addition to surprise cameos from Chris and Scarlett.

You looked in the full length mirror of the hotel suite used for press, on this, the first day in New York. You straightened the bright blue blouse that set your dark skin off perfectly and smoothed the soft white leather leggings that fit your form perfectly. You made sure that the straps on your high heeled sandals were straight and then you looked at your ass in the mirror. You wouldn’t be showcasing it, but it was a habit.

You caught Chris’ eye as you looked back at it in the mirror. He was looking too.

You smirked at him as he winked, licked his lips and said, “Looks perfect,” and then he blushed and ducked his head as he went and got a bottle of water before sitting down.

You smiled to your self and turned back to the mirror, smoothing your hand over your twa, eyeing your curls to ensure they were in place.

The whole crew was amazing and funny as hell and took you in. You had a fight scene with Chris and Seb and they were nothing but professional with you; it turned out to be the highlight of the film.

Early on in the day, one interviewer from The Daily Geek asked about the scene.

“Chris, how did you handle getting your ass kicked by y/n? She made it seem pretty easy.”

Chris made a face and sat up straight. You did as well, realizing that you had been leaning towards him and that your shoulder was touching his across your director’s chairs. You cleared your throat and your nostrils, which had been taken over by his scent.

“Well, I wouldn't say she kicked my assss….”

Everyone in the interview protested at the same time while you grinned and popped an imaginary collar.

“Being a former gymnast helped me get flexible enough to kick his ass, I must say.”

“No, you really must not.”

Chris’ competitive side was coming out.

“C’mon, Evans. You were really hurting after that scene. Had to go cry in your trailer. Face it. That woman next to you kicked America’s Ass.” Anthony was yanking Chris’ chain.

Chris turned to you and appraised you, and you did as well, smile bright and playful until his eyes flicked down your body.

“Well, I might concede that. But only because this girl is like 90% muscle. She’s a beast.”

You cringed as Scarlett shifted in her seat behind you. Danai took your hand as she was seated on the other side of you. You’d confirmed how much you hated the term, ‘beast’ because of your childhood. Being the only black girl in your class was not fun most of the time.

“I think what Chris means is...” Seb tried to salvage it as Chris barreled on.

“She has Wakanda’s Ass. Look at it. And those thighs. Did you see how she choked me out with them? Those things are killer.”

You were also the smallest girl in your class for years, until you hit a growth spurt your sophomore year. Back then, everything about your body was made fun of. This day was not starting off well.

You stared at him like he was crazy while he pointed those ridiculous eyebrows at you.

“Really? I can’t fucking believe you. Fuck you, Chris. Fuck you sideways. Asshole.”

You got up and went into the bedroom of the suite, slamming the door. You heard a clamor of voices as your friends started admonishing Chris and his defensive tone as he responded.

Everyone took a break as Danai and Scarlett pulled Chris aside, whispering at him furiously. As he listened, Chris was mortified. He didn’t mean it like that, he insisted, but his friends weren’t having it. They pushed him toward the door of the bedroom.

You heard the knock and quickly wiped away your tears as you stood up from the bed. You held your head high as Chris approached, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you low.

You liked like a queen as Chris walked toward you, and he was moved by the slight tremble in your lips.

Those lips, which he’d memorized every curve and crevice and which he’d fantasized about for months since you’d wrapped filming. He’d made you cry, and he could have kicked himself.

“Y/N, I…”

And then you turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes. That broke him. He wanted to wipe the tear that rolled down your face away with his thumb, but he stayed well away, a little worried that you might really try to kick his ass.

Fuck fuck fuck! You thought to yourself. Why does my rage turn into tears? I don’t want this joker to think he got to me. But..

“Chris, you hurt my feelings.”

Shit. Why did you say that to him? He didn’t deserve to know that. With most people, you hid your real self away, for protection. It’s part of what made you such a good actor.

But with Chris, even though you spent a short time with him, you never needed to pretend anything. He was easy to talk to and the chemistry just flowed. Chris and Seb were only on set for a few days, but it was the highlight of the filming for you.

Both Chris and Seb had parted with the charge to ‘keep in touch,’ but you didn’t and you told yourself that it was because you were busy completing the film and life in general.

You would have hit Seb up, but he was always posting his girlfriend, so you didn’t want to be that girl, and hitting Chris’s phone always made you start to think. Since you didn’t want to examine what you were thinking, you never got around to texting him.

When the screenings started, all anyone would talk about was the chemistry between you and Chris. It was like Sebastian, who was also in the scene, wasn’t even there.

All three of you laughed about it when you reunited in New York for the first time last night. You all hung out at a bar early into the night, bundled into cars in the wee hours of the morning, and thankfully waking up to skilled makeup artists who could erase the night before from your faces.

Now, you probably looked like who shot John, and you hurried to the bathroom as you realized it.

Chris followed you and you gave him a dirty look in the mirror as he leaned against the door frame. He looked like a lost puppy, those big blue eyes trained on you and you almost forgave him. Almost.

“Y/n. I'm sorry.”

“I’m okay Evans, don’t worry about it. Get back out there before they think we’re screwing in here or something.”

Chris stood up and cleared his throat, the red creeping up from his neck to his face. He looked like he wanted to say something.

You were hella annoyed at him.

“What??”

He looked at you, looking nothing like Steve Rogers, ex- Captain America and everything like a cute dork and said, “You did say, ‘Fuck you, Chris.’”

The joke didn’t land. You glared at him in the mirror.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Okay, okay..”

He raised his hands and shook his head at Delores, the head of PR for the film, as she entered.

When you went back out, your chair had been switched with Danai’s and Chris looked like a little boy, sitting there dejected with his bottom lip slightly poked out.

“You’re gonna have to talk to him later you know. He didn’t mean anything by it. This is going to eat him up if you don’t let him off the hook.”

Danai whispered to you and you just cut your eyes at her and then over to Chris. You humphed, and then sat up in your chair as the next media outlet came in. Chris sat up straight as well, Steve Rogers all over his face.

It was a long day, made even more exhausting by the tension with you and Chris. Ignoring Delores’s placement, the entire cast rotated into the seat between you and him, claiming they could feel the bad vibes. You just rolled your eyes at each of them.

By the time the day was over, you jumped out of the chair and grabbed your bag, ready to jet to your place.

“Oh shit.”

Delores was on her phone and looked over at you.

“What is it.”

“There’s a new item tmz that talked about the tension this morning. Claims that you and Chris hate each other.”

You looked over at Chris who looked back at you and smiled sadly.

“That’s not true. At least not for me. I don’t hate y/n.”

His eyes held yours again and your stomach flipped. You sighed.

“I don’t hate Chris. He just…I don’t hate him.”

You kept eye contact, feeling a perverse need to win the staring match.

“Then you need to fix this.”

Delores held up her phone to both of you.

An hour and a half later, you were in a sexy yellow dress sitting with Chris at The Milling Room. You were looking at the menu and wondering why you were being punished like this.

“They’ll never believe that we’re friends, much less anything more if you keep scowling like that.”

You deepened your frown and scowled up at him.

“Thank you for the note, Mr. Director.”

And then your entire face changed, your smile brightening as you reached for his hand across the table. Chris had to remember to breathe. Both of you jumped a little at the spark of electricity that passed between you, then Chris reached for you again and ran his large thumb over your hand. You suppressed a shiver.

“How’s that?” you said through clenched teeth.

“It’s ok.”

Chris looked down, causing you to shift in your seat as he turned your hand over to draw on your palm. Then he hit you with those blue eyes, darkened with something you didn’t want to name.

“But I think this would be more believable.”

Chris reached for your chair and dragged it around the table closer to him. The sheer strength of that display did things to you that you vowed never to tell him.

Then, he put his arm around the back of your chair and leaned toward you, lips almost touching yours, but not quite. No one would know that you weren’t kissing. You began to wonder why that was so.

Chris’s breath fanned your face, the whiskey of his drink making you intoxicated. Yes. That’s what it was.

Chris’s hand caressed your shoulder as he straightened back up, a pained look on his face.

You cleared your throat.

“You’re a good actor.”

He shot you a look as he took a sip of his drink, his leg pressed up against yours as he relaxed a bit in his chair. He laughed.

“Am I?“

His remark was off putting, and you huffed in frustration, but fixed your face again. Then you thought about what Danai said.

“Listen. We’re friends, right? Let’s squash this. I don’t want to beef with you, and I don’t want to have to manufacture a fake romance with you to hide our true feelings.”

This time one eyebrow went up and that wasn’t dorky; it was sexy.

“Go on.”

You told Chris everything you’d told Scarlett and Danai.

“Damn, I’m sorry for being an insensitive, idiotic asshole. For what it’s worth, I meant all that in the best way. I recognize that the talk about your body was wholly inappropriate, especially in front of the media.”

His eyes scanned you again, making you feel naked. And you were not ashamed.

“But I was trying to compliment you. Your body is… very nice.”

Chris cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, adjusting the napkin in his lap.

“I mean, people talk to me about America’s Ass all the time, and many times it’s their way of saying they like it.”

The grin was too much.

“I can’t with you Christopher. Are you trying to say that you like my ass?”

“Hell, y/n, you like your ass. I saw you checking it out in the mirror.”

“Were you checking for me checking my ass, or were you checking for my ass?”

You were the cutest, sexiest thing in the world right now with this flirty behavior, and Chris wanted more.

“I can’t lie. That ass…”

Chris shook his head.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. And then you began to have a real conversation.

Two hours later, you walked through the lobby of the hotel holding hands. You stopped at the elevator and looked up into Chris’s eyes. You didn’t mind at all that he had you in his grip, his large hand on the small of your back.

“Think the paps have enough shots of us canoodling so that they chalk up this morning to a lover’s quarrel?”

“But what about the method, y/n? Was it really a lovers quarrel if we aren’t really lovers?”

Chris’s deep voice flowed through your body as he leaned forward and kissed you. You put your hands on his chest to steady yourself and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

Your head was spinning as he guided you backwards into the elevator. He pressed the button for his floor before he turned around and gently pushed you back against the elevator wall, his hands safely on your waist, but caressing your sides. Your hands went up around his neck, and threaded into the hair at his nape.

You pulled apart and Chris rested his forehead against yours as he caught his breath.

“Been dreaming of that for months.”

You looked up at him, confused.

“What?”

“Come on, y/n, I’m not acting here. Haven’t faked a thing all day. You had to know that I had a crush on you. Danai didn’t tell you?”

You squinted up at him, remembering one drunken night when your girl said something to that effect, but that you had purposely forgotten until now.

“Not… I didn’t know that Chris. I didn’t want to know. I was in denial about being attracted to you from day one…”

His lips came crashing down on yours, kissing you so savagely that you felt like your lips were bruising.

The elevator stopped and an elderly couple got on, commenting about how they thought it was going down instead of up.

You and Chris assumed the position, both backs against the wall and looking up at the floor indicator as you both tried to catch your breath. You reached up to wipe him off your lips.

“Don’t. I want it everywhere. Be a good girl for me.” He whispered it into your ear.

Chris’s low deep voice was speaking straight to your clit. You wanted to cry because your pussy was throbbing with need and he wanted you to be good girl. You bit your lip, tasting him on you, your eyes rolling back along with your head against the elevator wall.

Chis watched you, back arching and crossing your legs. He developed an irrational hate for the couple, because he was sure that if they weren’t there, he’d be at least knuckle deep inside your wet cunt by now. He knew it was wet because he was hard and he knew he wasn’t feeling this alone.

Chris looked up as the floors flashed by and willed it to go faster.

When it came to his floor, he grabbed your hand and started to walk out.

You resisted.

“Y/N?”

The way he looked at you, the promise in his eyes, was almost too much. Your legs moved apart from your brain.

When the elevator doors closed, Chris backed you up against the wall and kissed you again.

“Do you want me tonight? Because I’ve wanted you for months.”

Chris just looked at you, withholding all further contact until you answered. You felt a magnetic pull on your body that must have been real because you two were getting incrementally closer together. You looked into his baby blues.

“Hell yes.”

“Thank you god!”

Chris grabbed the hem of your dress and let his fingertips graze your thighs.

“Fucking love these thighs,” Chris sighed into your mouth. “We had to do so many takes of that scene because I wanted to stay between them forever.”

Chris’s fingernails scraped your skin, sending tremors up your spine.

“Had to go jack off in my trailer, twice, before I could calm down enough to be around other people. Especially you.”

You licked your tongue into his mouth, pressing your rock hard nipples against him. You felt the large bulge in his pants. You were ready.

“Damn, Chris, I could have joined you, because I was doing the same thing imagining you eating me out. I dream about it.”

“Fuckkkk! You mean we could have been doing this for months?”

Chris looked at you, eyes blazing.

“Well, let me make your dreams come true.” He started to kneel, but you protested.

“Chris, we’re in the hallway. I’m sure there’s cameras.”

Chris stopped and looked around, as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

“That would make a hell of a video!”

He grinned and then bent down, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran down the hallway to his room. He slapped your ass when you started squealing, admonishing you to be quiet.

Chris held you steady on his shoulder with one hand while he fumbled to get his key out of his pocket. Before you knew it, you were being thrown on the bed, looking up at chris who looked like a feral monster.

“Now who’s the beast?”

Chris nodded. “I am. I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get a whiff of that pussy.”

He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor, moving toward you.

You scooted backward, away from him, until he stopped at the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Then you stopped.

Chris smirked, eyes on the way your dress was riding up on those thighs.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress all night.”

You whimpered when he said that because he reached for you, sliding his palms along your thighs under the dress and grabbing the waistband of your lace thong and pulling it down, bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He put it in the back pocket of his pants as he licked his lips. Your eyes traced his v-cut down his open fly. You wanted to see it and Chris read your mind, straightening up and flexing a bit before he disrobed completely.

“Oh my god!”

You said that aloud as his thick, veiny cock slapped him on the stomach. For some strange reason you wanted him to slap you in the face with it. You looked from his dick to his face and he read you again.

“Not before I taste you.”

But here he was stroking his dick and driving you crazy. You leaned back on your elbows and let your legs fall apart, knees wide as your dress settled in between your thighs, covering your nakedness from him.

“All that talk…”

“I’ll show you talk,” Chris growled and reached for your thighs, circling under and around to pull you down to the edge of the bed.

Your dress rode all the way up, giving him the view he’d been waiting for. Your dark, wet pussy lips made him thirsty, and his cock dripped precum as it bobbed in front of him.

He stood there and let it drip on your cunt, smiling when you shuddered and moaned when you felt the heavy drips on your clit.

“Such a fucking tease…” you pouted at him as he tsked.

“Be a good girl. Ask nicely for what you want.”

That voice.

This wasn’t dorky, anxious Chris. This wasn’t acting. This was someone else entirely. And you liked him.

“Kiss me there, please. My dreams…”

Chris pumped his cock over you, eyes watching your pussy clench with anticipation.

“Thaaat’s my girl. You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

He was on his knees and face first in your pussy before you knew it.

First, he nudged your clit with his nose. “Smell so fucking good.”

Next, he stuck his tongue out and licked a rude swath up through your folds, moaning as he went. It knocked you out flat on your back but you had to sit up to watch this.

“Tastes even better. Fuck!”

You stroked his hair out of his eyes as he ate you out, pausing every so often to roll your hips onto his mouth and have a slight neurological event at the talented tongue that was destroying you.

You gave up any kind of controlled movement when he put in one finger, just one, and it felt like a dick.

“Shit, you’re clamped down so hard on my finger. Gonna have to stretch you out if I’m gonna fuck you sideways.”

Your head snapped up. “Chris!”

He raised his eyebrow as he sucked your clit and crooked his finger. You snapped your mouth shut and hummed your way through an intense orgasm.

“Gooood girl.”

Chris added another finger and stroked you through it. You were a shuddering mess just from his mouth and one finger. There was dread in your heart as he moved up on the bed.

“Ok, time for this to come off.”

Chris was lifting the dress up and you quickly shimmied out of it as he pulled it over your head. He just sat there and took in your body, licking his lips and tasting you again.

“Can you get up on your knees for me?”

“You get anything you want when you ask nicely.”

You giggled and got on your hands and knees as Chris chuckled and got behind you.

“This ass. Talk about what dreams are made of.”

He leaned down and rubbed his lips over your skin, relishing your curves and the rich texture of you, including your stretch marks, which he licked tenderly, making you shudder. You arched into his hands, which were palming your brown globes and spreading them apart.

“I can’t believe that I’m finally going to eat you out from behind.”

You looked back and said, “oh!” as chris dove in again, peering up at you from your ass. You reached back and grabbed his hair as he pulled you more firmly onto his face, humming as you came and holding on as you bucked through your second orgasm.

You’d collapsed on the bed.

“Holy shit Chris.” You raised your head.

“Don’t you want me to do something for you?”

Chris opened a drawer and retrieved a condom.

“Maybe later, but right now. Making you feel good is for me.”

You watched him as he tore the packet.

“Wait! I need to feel you Chris. I was tested last month, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Chris smiled. “Three months. And same.” The eyebrow arch. “So what are you asking?”

“Fuck me raw, Evans. Please? Pretty please?”

Chris was panting openly now. He threw the condom in the trash.

“Didn’t even have to ask nicely for that one.”

Chris got behind you and turned you on your side. You noticed for the first time that there was a mirror in the wall beside your bed. You and he made a beautiful sight.

He put both arms around you and played with your nipples, watching your face in the mirror.

Chris kissed your shoulder and trailed his fingers on your belly, making you laugh. Then he dragged them through the folds of your pussy, making you shudder. When he grabbed your thigh and pulled it up, it made you yelp.

He slid his dick in between your legs, the bumps and ridges on it sleeking through your folds and making you keen with pleasure and anticipation. He glided his tip against your clit and you erupted in an incoherent prayer for him to enter you.

“Nonononno…”

Chris was on the verge of doing it, but he knew that once he did, all control would vanish.

“Been thinking of how I would fuck you sideways all day.”

He pressed your thighs closed around him and groaned as he thrust in between them, skating through your slick.

“Fuck, those thighs are stroking me off so good and you’re so fucking wet, i could come just like this.”

It was true. Chris was dangerously close.

“Please, please, please fuck me. PLEASE.”

You begged him and he pulled your head back, whispering into you ear, “Good fucking girl. Asking so nicely for me to fuck you. Begging for my dick. Yessss.”

He reached for your thigh and pulled it up as he placed the head of his cock at your entrance, hesitating only momentarily before he pushed inside you.

“OH FUCK THATS ALOT!”

You screamed as Chris pulsed inside you, large and in charge of your nervous system right now. Chris grabbed your hip and you knew you’d be marked up tomorrow. You smiled at the thought and at the fact that he was moving now, your natural lubrication making him slide.

“Yes. It’s a lot. But you’re taking it so well. So fucking well, like the good fucking girl you are. Watch.”

Chris turned your head toward the mirror, and you grunted as you saw his big wide dick try to break your teeny weenie pussy.

Chris’ long fingers reached for your clit and just the sight of all that made you come almost immediately. By now, Chris had your thigh hiked up on his elbow, and was groaning himself.

“Look at that sweet sweet cream.”

Your eyes went where he directed and then to his in the mirror as he started shifting. He was smiling.

“So you used to be a gymnast, huh?”

Chris was pulling your leg up straight vertically and standing at the edge of the bed. He pulled you down and around so that your other foot was on the floor. You were in a vertical split with your torso on the bed.

“What… oh wow.”

Chris slid back into you in that position and it felt amazing.

“Fucking you sideways was the best idea… in.. the.. world.”

You just lay there staring at this sight, head on your arm, thinking that this had to be a dream.

“Your face is even more perfect all fucked out. Lemme see your cum face again.”

Chris started pounding you harder and you started clenching around him, moaning and expressing everything.

“So fucking beautiful when I make you cum. Wanna do it every day.”

This man was holding you in a vertical split, fucking you sideways and giving you the best dick of your life. Of course you squirted as soon as his finger touched your clit.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!”

Chris was finally shooting inside you, mixing his fluid with yours, you were making him weak, so he lowered your leg and you two collapsed in a messy heap on the floor.

There were a few minutes while you both came back to earth.

You finally spoke, voice hoarse from screaming.

“I, I have never…”

Chris nodded. “Exactly.”

He got up and then reached your hand, leading you to the shower.

“I know you're tired, he said as he turned on the faucet, “but you said you wanted to do something for me…”

The next morning, you and Chris arrived separately. The room was abuzz with the paparazzi photos from the night before. Seb raised his eyebrow at you.

“What?” You rasped, throat destroyed. “We did what Delores wanted.”

“What’s up with your throat?” Danai asked.

“I don’t know, I need a drink.”

You went to the catering table and got a bottle of water. Chris came up beside you. “You good?”

He was worried. He’d taken half of his fantasies out on you last night.

“I’m perfect.” You smiled at him.

“That you are.” He winked at you. “You need some tea?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll go order some for you.”

“Thanks, Evans,” you croaked at him, checking him out.

“I need the tea.” You jumped, because Scarlett had walked up beside you.

“Did you two finally fuck?”

You just pantomimed a response because suddenly, your voice was gone.

“So what did it feel like getting your ass kicked by y/n, Chris?”

Chris cleared his throat while everyone chuckled. You played with the hem of your skirt and Chris’ eye was drawn to your thigh. You turned to hear what he was going to say.

Chris looked at you and smiled, but spoke to the reporter.

“Well sometimes things go sideways. And you’ve just got to enjoy the ride.”

[grandmaster-anne]

The Princess Royal was welcomed to Saundersfoot by children from the village school who presented gifts and sang a sea shanty

The Princess is pictured taking a tour of the replica schooner with Saundersfoot Hasrbour Commissioners' chair Philip Evans (left) and Saundersfoot Harbour CEO Mike Davies

The Princess was touched to receive flowers in memory of her mother, Queen Elizabeth II

The Princess Royal unveils the name plaque of the schooner, the Free Spirit

Saundersfoot Harbour Commissioners' senior member, Jimi Codd, is introduced to Her Royal Highness

County Councillor Chris Williams meets the Princess. Pictured with them are Welsh health minister Eluned Morgan, County Councillor Alec Cormack and Saundersfoot Community Council chairman, Dean Ludlow

Another bouquet for the Princess, who was accompanied by the Lord Lieutenant, Sara Edwards

The Princess was Saundersfoot's first-ever royal visitor

Western Telegraph 📸: Gareth Davies Photography | 14 October 2022