#lisa evans x y/n

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚃

description: In which lisa evans and her girlfriend have been together way to long without an announcement

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lisa evans x female reader

disclaimer: remember it is all just fiction!

warnings: a few rough words, suggestive! and fluff!

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"Lisa!" y/n laughed, smacking her girlfriend's hand away from the icing bowl again, the Scott whining as she did so, glaring teasingly at her lover.

"It's baby to you!" Lisa scolds and y/n chuckles as she presses a quick kiss to the woman's lips.

Lisa smiles a little at that, sat happily on the counter as she watched her lover bake cupcakes, y/n hummed lightly along to the music from the radio.

She was swaying lightly and Lisa couldn't help but slide from the counter and wrap her arms around her lover's waist, folding into her as she rested her forehead against her shoulder.

The two swayed like that for a moment, y/n finally finishing the icing on her first batch of cupcakes, the second and third in the oven currently.

Lisa was far too used to her lover baking, she knew she found it relaxing after training and the staff never complained about the sweet treats they got the next day.

y/n turned in Lisa's light hold, their faces coming level, considering they were the same height, and Lisa smiled softly as y/n raised a cut bit of the cupcake.

"Open." She tells Lisa who does and she feeds her the sweet treat, Lisa groaning at how good it tasted.

"When we retire, you should open a bakery, because jesus." Lisa says, pecking her girlfriend's lips.

"It tastes okay then?" y/n asks and Lisa nods.

"Fantastic, though I prefer something else sweet." Lisa says, the suggestive tone seeping through her voice as she presses her lips back against her lover.

y/n lets out a chuckle but grips her girlfriend's shoulders with a gasp when a cold hand spreads over her lower back, sneaking under her shirt to press her body into Lisa's.

"You're insatiable Evans." y/n mutters to her girlfriend, who hums and begins to move her lips down her girlfriend's neck, pausing when her lover lets out a small whimper of pleasure.

Just as Lisa goes to nip at the skin, the oven timer begins to beep, and y/n snaps into action and pushes her girlfriend lightly from her as she gets the cupcakes out the over.

Lisa groans in annoyance and y/n laughs at her as she makes sure the cupcakes are ready, she places them on the cooling rack and turns to her pouting girlfriend.

"Let me finish these, and then we can continue that." y/n winks and Lisa grins.

"We can have sex?" She asks excitedly.

"You're saying it like you haven't had it in years." y/n laughs and Lisa pouts.

"Feels like it." Lisa huffs and y/n rolls her eyes.

"Lisa it's been four hours!"

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y/n was exhausted by the time the game came to it's end, it was a good result, the win would keep them in the top four of the table, which no one had expected from West Ham at the beginning in this season.

Shaking a few hands, y/n laughed when a body landed on her back, her girlfriend pecking her cheek multiple times. The crowd of Chigwell cheered, seeing one of the couples of West Ham.

While Mackenzie and Kirsty were cute, they were a lot less touchy during game time, Lisa and y/n were the opposite, both very touchy people, and therefore would always share some sort of contact after the game.

People loved them, the Scottish forward and English CAM, the two worked so well, and today was just proof, two goals for y/n, plus to assists, one to Lisa's goal and one to Riko's.

"There she is, our golden girl!" Lisa hums in her ear, y/n's hands gripping her thighs as she keeps her safe on her back.

"Hmm, had to do something, hadn't scored in three games babe." y/n chuckled as they moved to the crowd, Lisa hopping off her back as they began to sign some shirts and take some photos.

Eventually the girls moved back into the changing rooms, 'Strawberry Kisses' blasting from a happy Mackenzie as the group quickly showered and changed.

As they all came down from their win, y/n was talking to Kirsty not noticing Lisa nodding at Mackenzie who paused the music as Lisa stood up on a bench.

"Oi!" Lisa called shutting everyone up.

"Lovely as always babe." y/n chuckled and Lisa rolled her eyes at her lover.

"As you all know, me and the missus will be celebrating 7 years next weekend." Lisa begins.

The two had decided to have a party the day after their game, as they were playing a Saturday game for once, and of course their team was invited, as well as their national team-mates who could make it.

"So, Sunday afternoon, we will be having a barbecue that you are all welcome to join." Lisa explains as people cheer.

"So, it's an anniversary party?" Mackenzie asks, a small smirk on her lips.

"Well that and I'm hoping, an engagement party." Lisa admits as she jumps down and onto one knee, a velvet box in her hands as the team all gasp.

"Oh my god." y/n says in shock, hand covering her mouth as she watches her girlfriend.

"Baby, marry me?" Lisa asks, she had never been fond of speeches.

"Yes, yes, a hundred times yes." y/n nods, trying not to burst into tears. "Is this a joke?" She then asks in shock.

"Yes babe, I got on one knee and bought a ring for a laugh." Lisa scoffs sarcastically as she leans up and grabs her lover's face, bringing her in for a long kiss.

The team begin to cheer loudly, Kirsty winking at her girlfriend as they were the only two who were aware of Lisa's plan, and as the two pull away it was clear to see the excitement.

"You sure?" Lisa asks her girlfriend.

"Of course, no one else I'd rather." y/n smiles softly and Lisa sighs in relief as she slides the ring on her finger.

"God I love ya." Lisa sighs, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too." y/n chuckles, before they are flattened by a very excited group of girls.

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Had this one in mind for ages ! Didn't completely turn our the way I wanted, but it will do!

I LOVE LISA SO MUCH

also to the annons threatening me from my LJ arsenal post - have a great evening my lovelies xo

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Queenie! xx

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Sleepover ‘fun’

Chris Evans x Wife!reader

I got a request from a lovely anon and here it is- Girl could you do one where Chris+Reader are having a family dinner at their house and his fam is sleeping over but he's horny af and haven't had "funny activities" in a while?

Sorry Anon, I’m a little late but I have my exams😭

Warnings: steamyyy

Note: English is not my first language

‘Chris’ you squealed,dropping the spatula on the counter as a hard slap landed on your cheek. You turned around and saw your husband leaning against the counter with a smug look plastered on his face.

‘What?’ he asked innocently with a goofy smile. You just rolled your eyes smiling to yourself.

Chris had been horny rather on top of horniness since this morning. You both have been extremely busy from the past few days and haven’t had a steamy session in a while. Chris was craving your ‘sweet mound’. You wanted him as well but was resisting as Chris’ family was on the way for a get together.

‘They’ll be late’ Chris scoffed, wrapping his muscular arms on your waist,pulling you backwards so that your back came in contact with his chest.

The bell rang making Chris whine and you smirk. ‘Yes, very late’ you giggled, going to open the door.

‘Hey guys!’ You greeted them with a smile, hugging Lisa,who hugged you back, placing a kiss on your cheek. ‘Ma!’ Chris came from behind and hugged his mom tightly. ‘Scott’ Chris laughed and hugged his brother with a laugh. You guys welcomed them inside and Dodger ran towards his favourite people.

‘Dodger’ Carly remarked, petting the fluff ball.

‘Shanna was busy today’ Lisa spoke softly, ‘no problem we’ll Face Time her’ Chris added, closing the door.

‘Is that my favourite lasagna’ Lisa beamed, ‘yes it is’ you smiled at her. Lisa was such a mother figure to you, she was sweet and loved you like she loved Chris. ‘Oh dear’ Lisa cried and hugged you, caressing your hair.

The oven tinged, ruining the sweet moment. You excused yourself and went to the kitchen. You turned around and gasped loudly when you saw Chris in front of your face, ‘you scared me’ you breathed out.

‘Sorry love’ Chris apologised with a soft smile. You shook your head and opened the refrigerator to keep the chocolate cake you prepared.

When you closed the door, you were pulled towards the narrow pantry by your husband. ‘Can we have a quickie?’ He pleaded, ‘Chris— you were cut off when Chris cupped your throbbing mound. ‘Stop it’ you giggled trying to remove his hand, ‘Chris’ Scott called out and it seemed like he came inside the kitchen.

You both hurriedly went out of the pantry and Scott landed his eyes on you both mischievously. ‘Guys’ Scott narrowed his eyes, ‘Scott, let’s go outside’ Chris took a hold of his shoulders and took him out before he could say anything, while you stood there blushing.

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It was soon dinner time and the Evans fam was setting the dining table. ‘God, this cake smells so damn god Y/n’ Scott grunted, ‘thanks Scott’ you smiled at him.

‘Your cunt tastes more sweeter’ Chris whispered huskily in your ear, which made you shudder.

All of you had dinner and chatted for a while until each of you started yawning. ‘Okay guys gonna go to sleep, good night’ Scott yawned again, rubbing his eyes.

‘Good night Scott’ you and Chris said unison, ‘Scott, room to the left you know right’ Chris asked, ‘yeah I do,I’ve been here loads of time’ Scott remarked and went upstairs.

‘We’re gonna go to sleep as well Chris’ Lisa said, getting up. ‘Goodnight Ma, night Carly’ Chris said and waved at them, ‘night baby’ Lisa kissed his hair, ‘good night guys’ you smiled at them, ‘good night lovely’ Lisa kissed your hair and went upstairs, Carly following her.

You leaned forward to get the remote to switch off the T.V, unknowingly giving your husband a view of your ass.

You shut the Tv off and was about to get up when Chris pulled you by your arm, which made you yelp but Chris covered your mouth. You were sitting on Chris’ lap and Chris was holding you tightly.

‘Feel how hard you made me love’ Chris took your hand and placed it on his groin. You felt Chris’ cock hardened and twitch, before you looked up at your husband.

‘Gotta make me get rid of it right?’ Chris asked, lust in eyes. ‘Sure Mr. Evans but not here, in our bedroom maybe’ you smirked kissing him softly.

‘You’re in for a long night Mrs Evans’ he picked you up from your waist and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

‘Gladly’ you smashed your lips against his and he started kissing you passionately.

He was right, it was indeed a long night.

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The next day you woke up sore but jittery. Despite Chris’ attempt to have a shower sex, you went downstairs after getting fresh.

Chris soon came downstairs with a poker face while you were making some coffee.

Soon everyone came down and helped you prepare breakfast.

Scott was done with his breakfast and was going upstairs, when he turned around.

‘Guys, next time try to be a little quiet’ he smirked.

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[chrisevansonly]

Welcome Home Arlie Mae (Little Duck au)

pairing: chris evans x wife reader (momma e)

summary: you’ve finally been cleared to bring arlie mae home, and you and chris couldn’t be happier

warnings: slight mention of post partum struggles, but mostly just very sweet goodness

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write this for a while and i hope you guys enjoy this💜

 Today was the day you and Chris had been waiting for since you’d found out you were expecting your first child together. After 30 hours in labour followed by four days in the hospital, you were finally bringing home your little baby girl Arlie Mae Evans. She was quite tiny weighing in at five pounds three ounces, part of the reason you’d spent a few extra days in the maternity ward. Despite your reassurance to Chris telling him he could go home to sleep in your own bed, he declined, stating he was much happier here with his girls. Lisa and your mom had been amazing, getting the house ready for your arrival, meals prepped and ready so you wouldn’t have to worry about cooking, Lisa had even taken Dodger back to her house for a few days to let you three get settled and accommodated to your new lives with a little baby.

Arlie truly lit up Chris’s entire life from the moment she was born, to watching her breastfeed for the first time, and now as he watched you tuck her gently into her car seat, a soft beige blanket over her as it was the beginning of April, and it was still a bit cold out. You were definitely still in some pain, and you knew it would be a few months before you were feeling back to normal and like yourself, truth be told you were willing to go through all the highs and lows because of how special your little girl was to you already. 

“Alright, you ready to go momma?”

Smiling you nodded, reaching over to grab the baby and hospital bag you’d packed, Chris was quick to interject 

“I’ve got it honey”

You watched as he slung it over his shoulder before picking Arlie up with his free hand and reaching for your hand with his other 

“Thank you my love”

“No need to be thanking me y/n, I should be thanking you for bringing our girl into our lives”

You felt your cheeks flush at the sentiment before walking with Chris towards the exit and to find your car in the parking lot. Arlie stayed fast asleep the whole time, you had read that newborns tend to sleep a lot and eat a lot, so you figured she’d stay sleeping until you arrived home, or at least you hoped. 

Once you found your SUV, Chris made quick work of putting the bags in the front passenger seat, handing you the car seat with Arlie for a few moments before taking her from you and making sure she was clicked safely into the base that sat tethered in the backseat. Chris had made sure to order the top of the line for everything when it came to Arlie, even getting it professionally installed so he knew she would be extra safe.

“I can’t believe we’re going home as a family of three now…”

Chris looked back and sent a smile your way before he got out of the back to press a kiss to your forehead 

“Me either, it still feels like a dream to me” 

Nodding in agreement he helped you into the backseat so you could take your place beside Arlie, he helped buckle you in too before closing the door and getting into the car. Glancing back once more at the two of you in the backseat, he started the car and took off towards home, only this time like you said, you were going home as a family of three.

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The house smelt like spring, fresh flowers placed neatly around your space, some being gifts from friends and family, you never failed to feel spoiled with all the love and warmth both of your families provided for each other. For the first few months the very gorgeous nursery you and Chris spent months on would remain empty until Arlie was old enough to sleep on her own. She’d sleep in the bassinet you’d bought to sit right next to your side of the bed, making it easier for feedings and keeping an eye on her.

As soon as you’d gotten home Chris wanted to show her around, which let you get settled on the couch, leaning back into the soft cushions which after laying in a stiff hospital mattress, felt like lounging on a cloud 

“Here is the kitchen, where daddy and momma are gonna make you lots of yummy food and snacks…you can have whatever you want princess”

Listening to Chris as he walked around with Arlie tucked into his arms bringing a smile to your face, you could hear him taking her throughout your home to show her around, even if she was too little to really know what was going on at all

“This is the living room, we have lots of comfy spots for you baby, and oh look, there’s momma over there, she’s so beautiful”

Arlie squirmed slightly and let out a little noise, Chris smiling down at her and you swore to yourself you’d never seen him more in his element than he was right now 

“You excited to see momma?”

She made a little whimper before slowly waking up and you knew she was getting hungry 

“I think she’s excited to see my boobs babe...”

Chris laughed shaking his head before bringing her over to you, waiting until your shirt was pulled up enough before giving Arlie to you, who was quick to latch on and start eating. She had no problems latching or eating from the moment she was born, but you knew you’d probably opt to bottle feed and breastfeed to give Chris an option to feed her, as well as any family or friends that would come over.

You smoothed a finger along her head gently watching as she ate quietly, you couldn’t believe how perfect she was, and how 9 months of waiting could bring you so much joy. It was no secret that both you and Chris were extremely happy in this moment, you weren’t ignoring your doctors notes about postpartum depression and other postpartum hormone drops, Chris was more than prepared to step in and help when needed, and you knew the signs to look out for. For now, though, in this moment you just wanted to stay right where you were, with your little girl, and with your favourite man in the entire world, you had all you could ever want and more right in front of you, and it was a memory you were forever going to cherish. 

"I love you both so much, thank you for bringing Arlie into our family"

Leaning your head onto his shoulder, careful not to disturb the newborn as she ate you peered up at him, eyes filled with nothing but adoration

"Thank you for supporting us every step of the way, we're very lucky to have you baby, we love you so much"

A kiss being pressed to your lips was enough to seal the moment you two shared, and knowing there would be many more where that came from, you hoped these little milestones and Arlie memories would stay within your mind for as long as you both were around.

[mcuamerica]

Hey Katie i hope your doing well. If you need some inspiration love,

Could you maybe do this of course only if your comfortable with it.

Chris x reader

Reader hasn’t ever had a good family relationship so when she get accustomed to what the Evans family, so she still sometimes has moments where she gets overwhelmed with all of the family love and it’s hard to explain to Chris and them that it’s never really been like that and it’s just comfort because Chris makes it his mission to make her feel comfortable even when it gets a bit overwhelming so he has a box of safe comfort stuff at his ma’s for when it happens and it saves her from a massive panic/ anxiety attack even though it still kinda happens but not as bad as it could’ve been :)

If this all makes sense :)

Pairing: Chris Evans x BestFriend!Reader

A/N: This is paired with another request from you as well. Hope you enjoy and thanks for waiting!

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, slight anxiety/panic attack

Other request: could I just request a comfort fic with Chris they basically go on a day out kayaking and they have fun and everything but on the way home reader becomes really distant and spaced out but didn’t tell Chris why she’s feeling like this but it’s because of an accident a couple of years ago, so he just comforts her though a panic attack from this and it’s just fluff. And just chris being the best bestfriend he can be 💖💖

You were in a twin kayak with Chris, behind him as you both kayaked around the small lake. Scott and his boyfriend were ahead of you two, laughing at something one of them said. 

“You doing alright back there, (Y/N)?” He asked and you hummed. 

“Yeah, it’s peaceful out today. I’m really loving it.” You said as you leaned slightly to the side, eyes widening when the kayak tipped towards the water more than you expected. You had a small flashback back to when you were in a boat a few years ago and it capsized. You were able to get out but it didn’t mean that you were over that experience. 

You took a small breath and smiled when Chris looked back at you. “You okay?” He asked and you nodded silently. 

“Maybe we can head back? We’ve been out here for a while.” You said and gripped the paddle tighter in your hands. He nodded and called out to Scott and Steve, getting their attention so they would know to head back in. 

The next few hours you spent with Chris and his family at Lisa’s house. Ever since earlier you were a little shaken up, and the constant love and attention from the Evans family was not comforting. You weren’t used to all the affection, so you tried to stay away from everyone and calm yourself down. 

Once everyone started to ask about the trip to the lake today, you got a little overwhelmed so you excused yourself, retreating up to what used to be Chris’s bedroom. 

Chris then excused himself and followed you upstairs, seeing that you were cuddled up with one of the blankets Lisa had in the room. “Hey, (Y/N), everything okay? You’ve been quiet ever since the lake.” He said. 

You tried to give a small shrug, but your shoulders shook as you tried to calm yourself. “I-I’m just really anxious right now. I needed space.” You said and held your knees closer to your chest. 

“Oh.. Oh, were they being too much again?” He asked and rose his eyebrows. 

You nodded slowly and then buried your head in your knees. 

“Aww… (Y/N), I’m sorry. Here, I got you something.” He said and turned to the closet, pulling out a basket with a cute stuffed animal, some snacks, water bottles, and a few other things that could calm you down. 

He sat down next to you and waited for you to look up, coaching you down from the rapid breathing. He then gave you the stuffed animal and a water bottle and let you look through the other things. “Did you get these things just for me?” You asked him to which he nodded in response. 

“Thank you, Chris. This is really sweet.” You said and leaned over, hugging him tightly. 

“Anything for my best friend.” He said as he hugged you back, kissing your head as you stayed in the embrace.

[saucy-sassy-sparkly]

Moments: Eight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~ 6.4k

Author's Note: the final full-length part 🥹 I have some drabbles to keep these babes going a little longer, so they'll be back! Thanks for the support on this story! I can't wait to share my next one! ❤️

Moments Masterlist

2014: Sudbury

1 day after Minka-gate broke, Y/N and Chris flew home from their vacation early, feeling very tense and exhausted. They’d returned to the hotel immediately and Y/N was back in sweatpants within 5 minutes of crossing the threshold. Chris sat on the edge of the bed in his suit, his tie undone and his top button loosened, holding Y/N on his lap while she cried; his tears leaked into her hair. This was not how tonight should’ve been. She’d stayed tucked on his lap and they’d fallen into an uncomfortable sleep for several hours before Chris gently moved her to change for bed and returned to bed to find her awake and ready to crawl back into his arms.

3 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris begrudgingly went back to Atlanta to finish his last 5 weeks of filming. Y/N had driven him to the airport and they’d kissed goodbye in the drop-off lane, but with nowhere near the passion they normally parted. The three days between the phone call on the rooftop and this moment were filled with tears and stressed phone calls to all the members of Chris’s team. They all assured him with full certainty that this would not be interesting for long, to lay low, and not engage.

8 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris and Y/N got into a huge fight during one of their nightly phone calls. All their calls had been tense of late but they’d both continued to try. The anxiety and frustration hung in the background of all their interactions came to a head after Chris continued to repeat, “I never meant for this to happen,” to which Y/N snapped and said, “I know you didn’t, but what are you going to fucking do about it!” before Chris returned with his own ire.

10 days after Minka-gate broke, Y/N took a day off of work to lean into her feelings, stay home and sob watching Titanic and take a long, luxurious, wine-soaked bath in the middle of the day on a Tuesday. Now it wasn’t just the tabloids but all the online gossip blogs and even a few credible media outlets had picked up the story, claiming to talk to “sources close to the couple” who knew that Minka and Chris had rekindled their romance months ago and were finally ready to settle down. Instead of passing, it was picking up intensity.

14 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris’s team was still advising him that the best course of action was to ignore the press until it goes away. Minka’s team was, according to Chris’s team, not responding. She’d even been seen leaving a grocery store with a ring on her finger. Chris had thrown and shattered his coffee mug when his assistant had to tell him and then immediately called Y/N to be sure he heard it from her. Around the same time, the media outlets had started to drag out old pictures of Y/N and Chris: grocery stores, sporting events, the dog park, fan sightings… anything for another chance to manipulate the story with new headlines: What about Chris Evans’s mystery Boston girlfriend? Does she know about his engagement to Minka? Is he planning to keep his side piece? Will he have an LA wife and a Boston piece of ass?

17 days after Minka-gate broke, Chris called his mother, who told him she didn’t understand the Hollywood ways, but she thought this was taking an awfully long time to die down. She gently, quietly wondered– in a way only a mother could– why he didn’t just make a statement to protect his real relationship. In another fit of frustration, Chris snipped at his mother, “I pay these people to take care of it, so they’re taking care of it.” Lisa sighed and responded, “but are they?”

19 days after Minka-gate broke, Y/N was sitting in her office, updating client charts, when her office phone rang.

“Hello, this is Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N, we’ve never spoken, but I’m calling about your situation with Chris.” The voice on the other end was a clipped female and there was a long pause during which Y/N expected her to continue and perhaps introduce herself. When she didn’t, Y/N rolled her already tense shoulders and sighed.

“Who’s calling?”

“Oh right, this is Megan.” Y/N obviously knew who she was but as she was mostly connected to Chris via phone, email, or when he was in LA life; they’d never met or truly spoken other than a quick wave on a FaceTime call. Obviously in the last weeks since the photo dropped, Y/N had been in the background of calls or seen emails that Chris forwarded her about the latest updates and plans, but they’d never had a one-on-one conversation.

Her phone buzzed on her desk with Chris’s caller ID, which was odd as he was supposed to be on a super secret closed set all day- no phones allowed. She ignored the call.

“Hi Megan,” she said tentatively, “you said you were calling about our… situation?”

“Correct. I’m reaching out on Chris’s behalf to move forward on our next phase of sidestepping this issue.”

Y/N’s whole body stilled at these words and her phone started to ring again. She ignored it again and a text immediately came through.

Chris: Do not answer a call from Megan. Call me, please.

Megan continued, “I know I called your work phone so I won’t keep you long, I’ll get right to it. I’ve been talking with Chris and the next best course of action is to announce your engagement. I think an exclusive with People with a shot of the ring and perhaps a few candids of you should do it. So we’d like to do that within the next week; can you get down to Atlanta by Thursday?”

Her phone was ringing again. She hit ignore again. And yet, she didn’t know why she stayed on with Megan; she had a sick feeling in her stomach from the second Megan had announced herself, but she couldn’t get herself to hang up.

She finally spoke to stall for time to process, “help me understand, why is this the best plan?”

“If we can put your real engagement out there with a wedding date attached, we can pull focus and put this mess to bed. I already have Chris booked for several appearances and interviews after where he’ll be asked…” Y/N stopped listening and switched the call to speakerphone. She set the headset back in the cradle and put her head down on her desk, her mind immediately wandering to that snowy rooftop…

Y/N’s whole body was shaking with rage when she handed the phone to Chris. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She didn’t know what, exactly, was happening, but how she’d ended up here on this rooftop while a picture of her boyfriend on one knee in front of another woman was circling the internet. How had she gone from an independent, strong, capable woman living on her own in DC to being entangled in a relationship with one of Hollywood’s up-and-coming heartthrobs who everyone wanted a piece of? She knew this wasn’t real but she just couldn’t understand how the stars had possibly aligned to set up such a suspicious picture.

She looked up to watch him look at the picture and, in slow motion, she watched his face drained of color entirely, his head dropped into his hands and she saw his shoulders immediately start to shake.

He was crying. He was squeezing her phone in his hand so hard that his knuckles were white and his body was trembling with sobs.

After watching him for a moment, unsure what to do, she reached out tentatively and took the phone from him, setting the table in front of her, and then moved closer to him. She put her hand on his leg and used her index finger and thumb to tip his chin up to look at him.

All of the initial anger she’d felt when seeing the photo melted away immediately. Y/N had seen Chris’s actor cry– this wasn’t it. This was pure devastation. He was already snotty and his eyes were swollen. His lip trembled as he looked at her, trying to keep it together. He fought against the hand that held his chin, trying to dip back down to avoid her eyes.

Without a shadow of a doubt, Y/N knew that she’d jumped to conclusions. He’d been as blindsided as she was. She knew nothing was going on with Minka; she knew what they had and he’d been upfront from the second he knew Minka was in Atlanta. This was the press going rogue and trying to get some money however they could. She’d process her emotions later– she had a lot to think about– but right now, she could see in his face how terrified he was that Y/N might be doubting him… them.

“I love you,” she told him quietly, still holding his chin. “I love you, and I know this wasn’t your fault.”

He lunged at her, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her tightly against him. She felt his tears on her cheek as they were pressed so tightly together. “I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll make this go away, you don’t deserve this. I love you so much.”

They stayed tangled up on the patio for another 15 minutes before they both calmed down enough and realized they’d lost their appetites. Back at the lodge, Y/N tried to keep herself together. She knew from the few whispered words between tears that Chris was distraught. Their relationship had already had so many bumps, he was so worried that they couldn’t survive another one… that she’d go for good.

And he hadn’t acknowledged it, but he’d been planning to propose tonight. She saw the hints now that she looked back- the surprise trip, his jumpy nature, his extra focus on using the word ‘forever’ in all of their conversations, the beautiful restaurant, the sexy suit, and the insistence she be equally done up.

Instead, this night had been ruined by a misunderstanding with a bunch of money-hungry strangers looking to stir the pot. They didn’t care about the real people involved or what hurt they inflicted.

So, once she’d donned sweats and washed her face, she took a deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves and walked back out towards the bed.

He sat on the edge, staring at his hands. No, not his hands, but something in his hands…

She unwillingly gasped when she realized he held the open ring box with tears running down his face. Her gasp alerted him to her presence and he snapped it shut, swiping at his eyes and spinning to look at her.

Y/N’s resolve crumbled and she let out the sob she’d been holding. He held his arms out and she crawled across the bed and into his waiting embrace.

Quietly he asked, “did you know?”

She shook her head and leaned back in his grasp to look at him, “I had no idea.”

He laughed bitterly, “another part of this ruined: the element of surprise.”

“It’ll be a surprise whenever you do it,” Y/N smiled softly and Chris’s lips crashed into her, swallowing her startled noise.

When he pulled back, he said, “you still want to marry me?”

Y/N nodded, “I won’t accept a proposal until this whole mess is settled, but of course I do. I love you.” He kissed her fiercely with both of their tears mixing, muttering ‘I love yous’ against her lips every time they came up for air.

A soft knock on the door and then Stacey stuck her head in. Before she could speak she saw Y/N slumped on her desk and caught Megan saying “… and I’m also hoping you and I might be able to talk Chris into giving wedding photo rights to People Magazine…”

Stacey physically pulled Y/N to stand, caught a glimpse of her tear-stained face, and whispered, “Chris is on the phone in my office. Go. I’ll get rid of this,” she gestured to the phone where Megan was still rattling off her long-winded 18-month plan. Y/N nodded and accepted Stacey’s quick but tight hug before leaving the room.

She kept her head down as she moved through the hall and past the open lounge and slipped into Stacey’s office. Y/N saw the hold light flashing on the desk phone and took a steadying breath before rounding the desk and taking the call.

“Chris?”

“Oh Bunny, thank god,” she could hear his relief.

“What is happening Chris, why does Megan have the rest of our lives planned out?”

“It’s her job to manage my image,” she heard his sarcasm on the word image, “but this is not how I wanted any of this to go down. We need to be on the same page first. I tried to stop it but it’s just been–” he cut himself off and she knew that he was running his fingers through his hair. “She has been relentless. She pitched this plan to me yesterday, and I told her it was awful and that she needed a new one. She’s been pushing this idea for almost 24 hours and I didn’t realize she’d called you until I got a break. I came back to my phone and she’d blown it up telling me she was calling you to tell you ‘our plan’. It’s not my plan, Y/N, I didn’t back this idea.” Y/N could hear his frustration, his disappointment, and his confusion, but was feeling all of her own emotions.

“She wants to announce our engagement and then give our wedding photos to People,” anger was boiling in Y/N’s stomach even as her tears kept falling. “We aren’t even engaged, Chris! I don’t want People magazine at our wedding! What’s next? Let People Magazine have the first photos of our baby? Do they get the exclusive rights to be in the delivery room with me? What the fuck, Chris, you said you’d make this go away. And I’m all alone in our stupid house trying to wait this out by myself. All my close friends are in DC, and I have no one to talk to here, every day it seems to get worse and I wake up with more texts with screenshots from people… and I hate every second of this. I can’t do this anymore, Chris.” Y/N’s voice continued to rise with every sentence.

Chris was silent and then she heard movement- the rustle of fabric, a door opening, and closing, a zipper being pulled, “I’m coming home.”

“No, don’t do that. You can’t just come home from this project, you remind me of that frequently.”

“I’m coming home,” he repeated more sternly.

“Don’t bother, Chris. I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to come home just so we can discuss our 5-year plan with your team,” she spat the last word.

“I’m not coming home to discuss our plans or anything else with my team. I’m coming home to be with you.” She heard him pull the phone away to speak with someone. There was a back and forth and she couldn't hear all the words, but she heard Chris’s forceful tone to whomever he was speaking to. Then after a few more minutes of rustling, there was a car door shut and the dinging of a seatbelt reminder. “I’m headed to the airfield; should I schedule a car or can you pick me up around 6?”

Before Y/N could answer, there was more muffled conversation and then she heard Chris mutter, “fuck,” before coming back on the line, “can you pick me up?”

“What’s wrong now?”

“I’m still in costume. I have to change and then I’m going to the airfield… as much as I know you like me as Cap.”

Y/N couldn’t help herself when she snorted a quick laugh; that was her Chris, dropping a suggestive line amid a heated conversation. He’d be smirking if she could see him, trying to gauge if it broke some of the tension. “Are you sure you can come home?”

“There is nothing more important than getting this figured out. They’ll manage without me.”

“Chris,” guilt started to course through Y/N’s body as her frustration level lowered, knowing that once he’d decided to come home, he would be back with her soon, “this doesn't seem like a good idea.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a few days anyway, and have an email already drafted to suggest how we can adjust my filming to not mess everyone else up. I won’t be able to stay longer, but I’m not coming back until this is behind us. But stop worrying about this, Y/N. You’re right, you’ve been dealing with this alone and that isn’t fair to you. I’m coming home and we’ll manage it together.”

“Don’t you dare propose to me. Don’t use this opportunity to try to re-do, it is not the right moment.”

He laughed lightly, “wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Six?”

“Six.”

“Dodge and I will be there.”

“I love you, we’ll get through this.”

“Hey Chris,” Y/N’s lower lip was wobbling; relief was already flooding her body knowing that Chris would be here soon to weather this storm with her.

“Yes, Bunny?”

“Thank you,” she twisted a piece of hair around her finger and bit her lip, waiting for him to respond.

He heaved a heavy sigh, “always, sweeth’art,” he croaked before a quick goodbye.

Stacey was waiting in Y/N’s office when she returned and looked up, “that woman has a lot of nerve.”

“Tell me about it,” Y/N started to gather her belongings, ready to leave for the day with no more patients and too many emotions.

“She would not shut up. She just kept running her mouth like I was your publicist or something, all the ways I could try to convince you that her idiotic plan was in Chris’s best interest and therefore in your best interest. When you two do get married, do not invite her. I will punch her in the face for all of this.”

Y/N laughed for the first time in what felt like ages, “you’ll have to get in line, Stac. Thanks for getting rid of her; I’ve never had to deal with her and this has all just been…” she trailed off while she reached for her phone and smiled to see a picture Chris had sent in costume with a message:

Chris:

Chris: Had to leave the Farmer Cap costume, but see you soon, beautiful

Her bag packed and jacket on, she realized Stacey was still watching her and then tentatively began to speak, “I’ve been afraid to pry, but are you– how are you doing?”

Y/N shrugged while she pulled on her jacket, “I’ve been better.”

“Did he really…” Stacey trailed off, biting her lip and staring at Y/N.

“God, no. I mean, he dated Minka years ago, but no. He’s not cheating, he’s not living a double life. The photographers will go to major lengths to get some clicks on an article.”

Stacey nodded but continued, “and you’re positive? No doubt he’s just acting?” Y/N stilled in her preparations to leave and turned to look at her colleague… her friend… more carefully. Stacey continued, “I’m just saying, it’s his profession to fake things, would you even know?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation again, Stace, and I love you, so I’m trying to avoid snapping at you,” she sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder, “but I know Chris, I trust Chris, and I love Chris. He isn’t acting.”

Stacey threw her hands up in front of her, “I’m sorry, I just felt like I had to ask.”

“And you did, but please don’t ever question him again. We’ve been through so much already, I need my friends to have my back.”

“Won’t happen again,” she stepped towards Y/N offering a tentative hug that Y/N quickly accepted.

Y/N sat in her warm car on the tarmac waiting for Chris’s plane to land. Music played quietly but she wasn’t listening. She’d left her phone in the back seat so she wouldn’t be tempted to scroll while she waited; instead, she was aimlessly petting Dodger with one hand and playing with the edge of her scarf with the other.

She saw the lights of the plane and watched it take its time landing and taxiing towards the hangers on either side of her waiting SUV. Her car was the only one on the tarmac, although there were a few parked in the lot at the entrance, which made sense: Chris was likely the only passenger. For once, she’d been quite grateful for his privilege and situation to be able to get on a flight and come straight to her.

The door to the plane popped open with the stairs dropping down and displaying Chris’s silhouette as he reached the top of the stairs. He had a duffle bag in his hand and his backpack slung on one shoulder while he descended; Y/N felt her anxiety melt away seeing him. As he got closer, she pushed the door open and started towards him over the snowy pavement. Chris dropped his bags when they met and lifted her into his arms, his face tucked into the crook of her neck and burrowing through the fluffy scarf to kiss her neck, her jaw, her cheek, and her lips while pulling her legs around his waist. He took three huge strides and she felt her ass meet the hood of her car.

Chris set her on it carefully and continued to kiss her, to rub his hands on her, while she clung to him– it was freezing in the March air but she didn’t care, all she wanted was to be close to him. She didn’t realize she was crying until he swiped at her tears. A loud bark forced them apart when they noticed Dodge jumping around beside them and then untangled long enough for him to lean down and properly greet Dodger, then retrieve his bags. The drive home was quick and quiet while they listened to music and held hands on the center console. They ate dinner on the living room sofa with Y/N’s legs draped over Chris’s lap and Chris indulging in pizza, mozzarella sticks, and beer– definitely not part of his Cap diet– and didn’t bother to turn on the tv. Being back in each other’s company, Chris telling set stories, Y/N telling stories about her adventures with Dodger.

The doorbell rang and surprised both of them while Chris untangled himself and pulled the door open with a surprised, “Ma!”

“Chris?” Lisa sounded equally surprised as she crossed the threshold. “I thought you couldn’t leave set in this super secret last stretch of filming? What are you doing here? Where is Y/N?”

Y/N round the corner and greeted Lisa with a warm hug, accepting the tote bag she offered (full of homemade cookies) before gesturing Lisa into the house and pouring her a glass of wine. “I came home to be with Y/N. She’s been here all alone.”

“I’m well aware, Christopher, I’m glad you came to your senses too.”

Y/N shoved a whole cookie in her mouth instead of laughing loudly at Lisa’s directness with her oldest son. Chris shot Y/N a look and rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, “I know, I know, it took me long enough.” Taking pity on him, Y/N rounded the kitchen island and put an arm around his waist, accepting the kiss he planted in her hair.

“I heard about Megan’s plan,” Lisa took a sip of wine and her eyes bounced between the two of them.

“It’s idiotic, I know, we’re not doing it,” Chris answered immediately, his grip on Y/N’s waist tightening when she leaned into him.

“Thank God. Are you firing her too?”

Chris glanced at Y/N and then shrugged, “We have to manage this first, then we’ll talk,” he looked back at Y/N.

“We?”

“You’re my team. Everyone else is just people who work for me.” If she wasn’t already in love with him, that line would’ve brought her to her knees. Y/N was immediately overwhelmed by emotions (again) and tried not to cry. She tucked her head into Chris’s shoulder and wrapped her other arm around him, “I’m sorry I didn’t acknowledge that sooner.”

She nodded against him, not taking a chance to pull away and look at him, and Lisa broke the silence that followed, “so what are you going to do?”

“I have no idea. If I post something on Twitter, especially at this point, it’ll seem fake. If we coordinate with a press outlet, it’ll be forced and that puts Y/N too far in the spotlight.”

Lisa was quiet for a few minutes and then she looked between the two of them, “I might have an idea. How long are you home?”

—

Two nights later, Chris’s hand fell to the small of Y/N’s back as he guided her through the door of the Concord Youth Theater. The House was open and it was mere minutes before curtain: all exactly as planned. They stepped through the nearly empty lobby and were greeted by ushers who started to ask about their seat numbers but quickly panicked when they processed Chris’s presence.

After a quick autograph on a spare Playbill, Chris and Y/N continued down the aisle towards the front where Lisa was, as planned, craning her neck to spot them. She stood up when she spotted them coming towards her and waved them into her row, offering huge (genuine) hugs as they took their seats. The production– Once Upon a Mattress, performed by the Young Adult Company– was heartwarming and well done, and when it was over, Chris was swarmed by all the teenage fans and siblings who had come to see people they knew in the show. Chris’s photo was taken, he signed autographs, and he talked to fans, all while he kept some kind of physical contact with Y/N, introducing her whenever it felt natural. Y/N, with her natural ability to connect with teenagers thanks to years of counseling them, jumped into conversations easily.

They even went backstage with Lisa to greet the cast and take more photos– many of that were quickly uploaded to various social media accounts. Afterward, Lisa took them to dinner at a local restaurant, which was packed on a Thursday evening, where Chris greeted more people and made sure to have Y/N beside him at all times.

By the time they were back at home, Chris was scrolling Twitter in the backyard while Dodger romped around and a slow smile broke on his face. He’d done something he didn’t normally do: he’d typed his name into the search bar. And there he was tonight: candid with fans in the theater holding Y/N’s hand, posed with a whole group, including Y/N, at the restaurant, blurry and distorted but definitely identifiable from someone’s creepy picture across the street as they left the restaurant.

When he came back in with Dodger, Y/N held out her phone for Chris to see a screenshot Lisa had sent: her Facebook page with a photo of them from tonight where Lisa had been tagged that included Lisa, Y/N, and Chris talking candidly behind the scenes. It had been posted by a parent of one of the performers, extolling the surprise visit from the sweet and engaging Chris Evans and his girlfriend, Y/N. Lisa had sent a picture of the comments; six different people– both performers and family members they’d talked with tonight– commenting on the couple and how exciting it was to meet them.

He leaned in to kiss her, and when he pulled back he asked, “are you up for a few more outings before I fly back?”

In the final 48 hours of Chris’s stay– one that he’d extended from two days to four after talking with the directors– they made sure to be seen around town as much as possible. They went to his niece’s basketball game, they stopped for Dunkin’ and groceries and ice cream, they went to the dog park with Dodger and Y/N went along with Lisa for her afternoon constitutional around her neighborhood. They’d been caught and posted– truly candidly, although by their design and not Megan’s– at least ten different times before it was time for Chris to head back to Atlanta.

With each post, comments continued to flow in from neighbors, from fans, on their interactions with Chris. And the more things were reposted and dragged into the fan accounts and boards, the more comments shifted to commentary on their relationship. Not all of it was positive and supportive, but much of it was and before his return flight had landed, Chris noted that the buzz about Minka was all but disappeared. The gossip blogs weren’t getting much traction on it at this point, but the next thing they’d expected happened: the media started to reach out to Chris and his people looking for Y/N’s name and comments from her or Chris.

Megan. Was. Furious.

To her credit, her plan had been one that she would mostly be able to control and Chris and Y/N’s rogue version was anything but controllable. But Chris didn’t care. He’d found a way to make Y/N more comfortable, to make it clear how he felt (he’d always been comfortable with PDA, and he made sure to lay it on even thicker), and to get traction moving forward from this awful misunderstanding.

In addition to his nightly call with Y/N, he now had a nightly call with someone trying to stay one step ahead. If it was Megan, it usually started with him being scolded for not listening to her… often a variation of ‘this is why you pay me, Chris’ and then she’d try to push a new narrative. Then he’d hang up with her and call Y/N to pass along any valuable information and hear her daily updates. They spent the final few weeks of his Avengers filming this way until it was finally time for him to pack up from Atlanta and return home.

April 1st arrived and with it, Y/N’s excitement: Chris would be back home tomorrow and it was her birthday. His plane got in around dinner time, so she would pick him up and go to Lisa’s, who had volunteered to host a joint birthday/welcome home dinner before they finally had some time alone. She tucked into bed with Dodger curled next to her and fell asleep quickly, only to be jolted awake hours later by Dodger pawing at the bedroom door.

“Dodge,” Y/N whispered in the dark, patting the edge of the bed, “c’mon, bud.”

Instead of a whine, as he’d normally do if he needed to go out, a low growl emitted from the normally friendly dog. It made Y/N’s hair stand on end. She groped for her phone, realizing she’d left it charging on the kitchen counter instead of on her bedside like normal. She’d left it there while she cleaned up from cooking dinner and chatted with Chris on FaceTime, and by the time she’d taken Dodger out, locked up, gotten ready for bed, and snuggled down in the covers, she realized where it was and decided she was too tired to go get it.

Dodger growled again and pawed frantically at the door. “What is it, dude?”

In response, he barked loudly and increased his scratching. She groped her way in the darkness to the small desk in the corner of the room, stopping to pull a sweatshirt on, and found the cordless phone that she was now so grateful Chris had insisted on keeping– “you should always have a landline!” he’d told her a million times when she moved in and laughed at it. Her fingers fumbled on the buttons while she tried to remember Chris’s cell phone number as Dodger barked again.

She finally dialed– hopefully correctly– and moved across the room to lock the door. “Hello? Y/N?” Chris’s croak came through the line and she looked at the clock on the bedside table: 2:37 am.

“Baby, Dodger is freaking out,” as if on cue, Dodger barked again and continued to scratch the door. She knew that there would be gouges in the wood tomorrow morning. “What do I do?”

“Is the security system on?” His voice was more alert and she heard him shuffling on the other end.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Can you hear anything? Does it sound like someone got inside?”

Y/N’s heart was thundering in her chest and Dodger was getting more and more frantic, “I don’t think so. Chris, what do I do?”

“I’m going to call the security company and see if the alarm was triggered, I’ll call you back.”

“NO! No, don’t hang up!” She yelped, sinking to the floor in the dark corner, trying to urge Dodger to come to her. “My phone is in the kitchen, and I’m scared.”

Chris sighed, “I don’t have another way to call and check, Bunny. I promise I’ll call you right back.”

“What if someone did get inside, Chris? If you call the house phone it’ll ring and they’ll know!”

“Y/N, I promise you are safe in our house. Let me just call the security company to be sure. Just stay where you are. If you don’t want me to call back, give me 5 minutes and then call me.”

“Okay,” she whispered; her whole body was shaking.

“I love you, babe, it’s going to be fine.”

“I love you too,” she muttered as she hung up and held the phone to her chest. “Dodger,” she moved towards the dog and grabbed his collar gently, deciding to take him into the bathroom with her while she waited to call Chris back. He threw his head away from her, jerking wildly and barking. Y/N started to cry while she tried to pull Dodger away from the door, begging him to come with her.

The phone in her hand rang loudly, startling her, and she yelped despite herself before scurrying across the room to answer in a whisper, “Chris?”

“The call is coming from inside the house,” came his reply in his creepiest voice.

Y/N froze.

Banging came from the other side of their bedroom door before he yelled his best “hereeeeee’s Johnny!” impression.

“FUCK. CHRISTOPHER!” She swiped at the tears on her face and moved to unlock the door, letting Dodger tumble out and greet Chris.

Chris collapsed to the ground while Dodger greeted him; he was laughing his boisterous, contagious laugh and Y/N wanted to be mad at him. The adrenaline coursing through him was going to take forever to settle down, “you’re an asshole.”

Between laughs and kisses from Dodger, he said, “I thought I could get in without you guys noticing. This guy isn’t typically so protective.”

“Yeah, well, he likes me better than you so he wants to keep me safe.”

“Seems that’s correct,” Chris gave Dodger one last rub before getting to his feet and reaching for Y/N, “I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you when I called?”

He shrugged, “sometimes I can’t resist the urge to be a 12-year-old. But I’m happy to see you.”

She sighed and uncrossed her arms, deciding not to be mad at him and accepting the hug he wrapped her in. “I’m happy you’re home, you absolute jackass.”

“Take me to your bed, gorgeous girl,” he pressed kisses to her cheeks and neck while he walked her back towards the bed.

“If you think I’m even spooning with you after that mean trick, you’ve got another thing coming, sir.” Y/N laughed up at him, kissing him once solidly before crawling back into the bed and watching him strip off his clothes. Once he’d dumped his clothes in the hamper and brushed his teeth, he stumbled into the bed beside her and pulled her to his chest.

“Please spoon me, I missed you too much not to have you touching me tonight.” She started to wiggle away but stilled when his bulging biceps were caging her in and his hard pecs were pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. She sighed into his grasp, enjoying the smell of him wrapping around her.

“Only because your Cap muscles are so good I can’t resist them,” Y/N turned in his arms and snaked an arm around his waist while she looked up to kiss him.

“Happy birthday, Bun,” he whispered against her lips before he pressed another long kiss onto her lips and pulled his arm away from her, reaching her hand and interlacing their fingers. She leaned into his kiss, luxuriating in each feeling– each comfort of having him home– when she felt him press his palm into hers, and something cut into the palm of her hand.

Y/N pulled back and started to pull her hand away from his, only to have him wrap his huge palm around the item and pull away from the kiss. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked down at her carefully, not breaking eye contact.

“I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend my whole life with you. I never want another minute where the world doesn’t know we’re together.” He kissed her tenderly, his fingers once again playing with her hand, but this time, rather than their fingers intertwining, he held just her left ring finger and slid a cool metal circle down it until he reached the base. The movement was loving and sensual as he traced his fingers back up her hand, then her forearm, then the back of her arms, and around to cup her neck, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and swallowing both of their moans. He finally pulled back and looked at Y/N again, “marry me?” he whispered against her lips, his eyes dancing between hers while he waited for a response.

She nodded frantically, pulling him to her for another long, deep kiss, when they finally pulled apart, her eyes were glazed with tears but she was grinning, “yes.”

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[hiddles-evans-hallucinations]

no time to waste - 2

Summary: After what happened that caused Chris and (Y/N) to grew awkward with each other, sparks grew from there yet confusing and complicated. Chris finds it hard to stay away from (Y/N) but (Y/N) finds it hard to believe that Chris wanted to go along with whatever it is that he's feeling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Genre: Fluff (for now LOL) 

Warnings: explicit context and language 

Note: I hope you guys don't mind that the storyline isn't straight to lovey-dovey but I'd like to write a storyline where we don't jump way too fast. It's getting there but for now let's enjoy these two and their friendship! xx

Tag list: @patzammit​ 

*gifs are not mine*

Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer in hand. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Well, all we can do is talk about it, and then from there we'll decide, I guess." you replied. Chris tries to digest everything but it seems so hard to not admit to himself that he feels something different when he's around you. He knows that you probably see him like your brother and you probably will continue to treat him like one, but there is always something about (Y/N)... Chris thought.. the energy when she's around is different, she's like this calming light and her aura shines through, mostly from just her being around.

"Please don't see me as an asshole or something like that." You laughed, placing your hand on his leg. "I would never... because you are always going to be an asshole for me. You have been." your response causes Chris to roll his eyes and smack your hand away from his leg.

Chris pulls your chair closer to give you a slight hug. "So, we're good?" you nodded, and he leaves a peck on your cheek. They all do this, a peck on the cheek, it's like you're the youngest and they all treat you like hell sometimes, but they are very protective of you.

"We're good baby." you said as you walk away, Chris watches you go from behind. His heart dropped a little thinking maybe I won't be able to change things with her... Chris thought.

The night was fast, the moms headed to Lisa's place as they said it was quieter there than here when the kids are laughing too hard and they needed a quieter room away from the kids. "You're not with your guy anymore? I've met him right?" Scott said, you shook your head no. "He got an ex-wife, and I didn't know that." Everyone's eyes in the room shot wide, and your brothers tilted their heads at you. "I found out because she was all over his Instagram." "No!" Scott covers his mouth as he said that. You nodded your head, "Right? I didn't know cause honestly he was a little older not that old. But, who am I to judge." Leah shook her head in disbelief.

"So, how did it end?"

You shrug, "It takes a long time for him to finally agreed to it. So many visits to the office and I was humiliated too." Chris arches his brow studying (Y/N) as she casually talks about her ex-boyfriend. "He just went there?" Chris asked, (Y/N) nodded. "He was aggressive, and it didn't show until the break up. It was chaotic to be honest." "Oh gosh, does mom knows about this?" Beau said, you shrug. "I guess she doesn't, I just don't wanna make a fuss about it. It's over anyways." you replied.

"I think we should meet the guy someday," Eric added, you turn your head to your brother so fast. "What? Why?!" "Because the guy needs to know not to be all up on your ass!" Eric replied rolling his eyes at you. You sigh, knowing that you can't really get out of this. You're just hoping that whatever it is that Eric is wishing won't happen cause you're not really up to witnessing a fight.

Chris added, "I agree." you gasp at him, he puts his hands up in defeat. "Don't you dare." you mouthed.

Everyone left but Chris. You didn't even realize he was staying as you were cleaning all the mess. You turn around and find him loading the dishwasher. "Oh God, why are you still here?" "Helping you (gif)." you sigh as you wipe the counter.

"What's the deal with the guy?" he asks.

You look up to him. "What? My ex?" he nodded his head, curious. "That was it, I was with him for two years." "Were you mad because he was married?" you replied, "No, I was mad because he made it seem like it's possible to keep it from me." Chris grew too curious about your ex, he kept thinking about what he did to make you uncomfortable. "Were we talking then?" "What?" You ask.

"Were we talking like you and Scott?"

You scoff, shaking your head. "No, but we met at a party. I was with the guy, but you were too drunk to remember." Chris arches his brow as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. You roll your eyes at him.

2 years ago...

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You spotted Chris in the kitchen sitting down with his head down resting on the counter. You laugh as you approach him, "Chris." You pat his shoulder, and he looks up, "Hey, (Y/N)." he said. Drunk. He is drunk, you said to yourself. "Baby." Your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist as he shows up out of nowhere. "Hey," you said, your boyfriend looks at Chris closely. "Isn't that—" "Ssh." your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"Chris Evans?" he asks you.

You tilted your head, looking at him in disbelief. "I don't like you." Chris pointed his finger at your boyfriend, you sigh getting out of your boyfriend's grip to help Chris. "Come on, let's get you out of you here." your boyfriend stood there, looking at Chris, you don't like the fact that people do this when they know you and Chris are friends. Including your boyfriend now, he looks stupid and in awe that Chris is here in the same room as him.

Chris slurred, "I don't like him." you let out a slight laugh.

"You don't? Why?"

"He looks like a llama."

You burst out laughing. "Chris!" he lets out his cheeky hehe. You help him to sit on the couch and get him some water. You look around and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. "Thank you. Scott's on his way." "I bet," you said.

"I don't like him." he repeats. "I know."

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"No, I didn't say that." Chris rolled his eyes, and your jaw dropped. "Christopher, I wouldn't lie to you. Especially, you know yourself when you're drunk." You lean against the countertops, you didn't realize how much you miss hanging out with Chris until now. Your relationship with him wasn't always confusing, at least not when you started to grow older. The vibe between you two could be really awkward at some times.

Chris meets your eyes and smile. "Aren't you tired?" he asks. "No, not really. I still have so many things to do." Chris arches his brow, "Do what? It's midnight for God's sake, even our moms are having a good time at their sleepover." you shrug as he walks closer, lifting you up to sit on the counter and helps you put your socks on. One thing about you that you think he will always remember is you can't sleep without your socks on, it has to be on 'till the morning.

You smiled at him, "Thank you." he nodded and said, "Sorry, but I had to get it for you in your room. Hope it's okay." Chris and you sat in silence. Your legs are touching his as he stands next to you. Chris wanted to get to know you more than just the girl he knew all his life that's labeled close as a sister. As she grow older I never see her that way, I always thought of her as my closest friend, and I grew fond and protective of her, but I was too embarrassed to admit that everyone is also very protective of her which made me have to follow their leads then.

We grew up together, well, or at least I watch her grow throughout the years. She turned out fine. Amazing, I would say. Chris thought.

There it is, the awkward silence, you say to yourself. It feels like there are so much things to say and you can only hear his loud mind yet nothing comes out of his mouth. "I better go, I have to catch a flight to New York tomorrow morning then straight to LA in the evening." Chris stopped and turn to you, "LA? What's in LA?" "I'm moving to LA to continue my Master's and I have to get some things from the office so I can have them with me." he tilted his head, he's still digesting the fact that you're moving to LA.

"So, you're not gonna work in New York anymore?"

You laugh. "I offer to help them as a part-time employee. But, they somehow managed to demand for me to stay and they'll give me the privilege of working anywhere until I finish my study, but it's too much, I have to focus so, I'm going to work from LA until the end of this year." He made a face as if he understands you now and end it with a shrug reaching out his hand to you. "Well, it's less than a month. Can I fly with you tomorrow?" he asks.

You take his hand which ends up being a trap cause he throws you like a sack to his shoulder. "What is all this?" "Letting you know that I'm a fun dude." he said, you burst out laughing, he could be so random at times. "What?!" "Just kidding, I can't hug you all night, so all I can do is tease you." Chris added.

You landed in New York, and you can't seem to stop yawning on your way to the HQ. You put your hair in a bun, you look at yourself and what you're wearing in the gigantic mirror right in front of the elevator of your floor's entrance. You shake it off and walk towards the office that you shared with 2 of your co-workers. "Hello, lady, what's the fashion theme here?" Andy your co-worker jokes, you smile sarcastically at him, "Comfortable, that's what I'm wearing today." he laughs and gave you a hug.

"I heard you were in Boston," Andy states, you turn to him knowing what he's going to ask. "My gay ass just had to know, Chris Evans came over to your house?" you chuckle knowing that you're right. You nodded your head, "Yes, Andy, his family, and he went over to my mom's house. Again, we grew up together so, no worries." He gasps and claps both of his hands. "Would you let me say hi to him if he's around?" "Will he ever be around when you're hanging out with me? I don't think so, but if we bumped into each other and we're hanging out, of course, I mean, who knows, maybe he'll fall in love with you." Andy squealed along with his laughter

You and Andy are close since the first time you work here, you two became too close that people think that you're going to be so unprofessional when it comes to an ongoing project together. But you and Andy are different people when it comes to working. You're not friends in meetings, events, or important projects, you're co-workers, you two disagree and discuss things professionally, but when you're not talking business, that's when you two are close.

You collect some of your things to bring with you and say your goodbye to Andy and the others. it's not emotional, cause he's going to school as well in Milan but he's staying and not resigning cause life in Milan is... as expensive as giving birth.

You walk out of the HQ, trying to stop a cab when your phone vibrates, you look down and find Chris texting you.

C: 'Dinner tonight?'

You chuckled looking at his text.

(Y/N): 'Too tired to go out, sorry, maybe another time?' C: 'I'll pick you up from the airport and drive you back.' C: 'I ordered Italian already' (Y/N): 'If Italian means pizza... I'm not up risking my sleep for it.' C: 'I hate you.' C: 'See you at 6.'

You laughed as you stopped a cab to go straight to the airport. You texted your brothers and Scott, to see if they're coming home on Christmas since the moms and their friends decided to went on a long holiday to Bali until the new year. All of them got plans, that leave you alone with no plans at all. Matt & Leah are going to Leah's family, Beau's heading to Boise to spend time with his friends, Eric is typical, he'll bounce here and there randomly, Scott's staying in New York, and Chris is shooting a movie.

You slept the whole trip to LA and didn't even get the chance to eat the snack you bought. The flight attendant woke you up as you looked around and found yourself alone on this plane. "Oh, I'm sorry." you said, the flight attendant smiled at you. "No worries, Miss. Hope you had a pleasant trip with us." you smiled back at her as you make your way out, turning on your phone and finding so many missed calls from Chris.

Pressing his name on your phone to dial him, "Hello?" "Are you okay? Everyone's out but you?" you rub your eyes, and the only thing you want to do is sleep now. "I'm on my way out, apparently the flight attendant lets me sleep and I was the only one here." Chris exhales, relieved knowing that you're okay.

Chris spotted you walking towards him sleepily. You can barely keep your open. He watches you walk, she's slouching, what a silly girl, he thought as he made his way to you, helping you with your bags. "Hi," you try to smile wide but ended up pouting. "I'm so tired." you added throwing yourself onto him as he gave you a hug. Chris laughed, "Alright, alright, to eat we go." you groan in frustration.

"Can't you just drive me home?" He shook his head no. "Dodger wants to say hi." "Why didn't you just bring him with you and drive me home?" you said, Chris stopped for a second, making a huh-face. "Huh.. that's a really good idea, wonder why I didn't go there." you fake a cry as he opens the door for you and you slide onto the passenger seat. Knocked out.

Chris turns his head to you and smiles. Maybe she doesn't know it but whatever it is that we end up having, I want her in my life for long. Longer than she had already been.

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Mental Health (TV Shows)

A:

Alladin (1994)

Mechanicles (Low Vision)

B:

Big City Greens (2018)

Alice Green (Phobia - Snakes)

C:

Chicago Med (2015)

Jason Wheeler (Addiction - Alcohol/Drugs, Suicidal Ideation)

D:

Dead End: Paranormal Park (2022)

Barney Guttman (Abuse)

Norma Khan (Anxiety)

Dirty God (2019)

Jade (Abuse)

Doom Patrol (2019)

Kay Challis/Crazy Jane (Abuse, DID)

E:

Empire (2015)

Andre Lyon (Bipolar Disorder)

ER (1994)

John Carter (Addiction - Drugs)

Euphoria (2019)

Jules Vaughn (Depression)

F:

G:

Get Ed (2005)

Loogie (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

Glee (2009)

Emma Pillsbury (OCD)

Grey's Anatomy (2005)

Amelia Shepherd (Addiction - Drugs)

Andrew DeLuca (Bipolar Disorder)

Charlotte King (Addiction - Drugs)

Jo Wilson (Depression, PTSD)

Miranda Bailey (OCD)

Owen Hunt (PTSD)

Richard Webber (Addiction - Alcohol)

H:

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Angel Dust (Addiction - Drugs)

House (2004)

Gregory House (Addiction - Drugs)

I:

Inside Job (2021)

Andre Lee (Addiction, Anxiety, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

Reagan Ridley (Trauma)

J:

Jessica Jones (2015)

Jessica Jones (Addiction - Alcohol, PTSD)

K:

L:

Lilo & Stitch: The Series (2003)

Clyde (Kleptomania)

M:

M*A*S*H (1972)

Benjamin-Frankling "Hawkeye" Pierce (Claustrophobia)

Mom (2013)

Bonnie Plunkett (Addiction - Alcohol/Drugs)

Christy Plunkett (Addiction - Alcohol/Gambling)

Marjorie Armstrong (Addiction - Alcohol)

Ray Stabler (Addiction - Drugs)

Regina Tompkins (Addiction - Drugs)

Moon Knight (2022)

Marc Spector/Moon Knight (Autistic, Dissociative Identity Disorder)

N:

NCIS: Los Angeles (2009)

Alex Kilbride (Addiction - Substances, Depression)

NCIS: New Orleans (2014)

Patton Plame (Addiction - Gambling)

New Amsterdam (2018)

Lauren Bloom (Addiction - Drugs)

New Girl (2011)

Ernie "Coach" Tagliaboo (Phobia - Boats)

Jessica Day (Claustrophobia, Phobia - Tight Spaces)

Winston Bishop (Panic Attacks)

O:

P:

Person of Interest (2011)

Harold Finch (Anxiety, PTSD)

Private Practice (2007)

Violet Turner (PTSD)

Q:

R:

Roswell, New Mexico (2019)

Alex Manes (Abuse, PTSD)

S:

Station 19 (2018)

Jack Gibson (PTSD)

Robert Sullivan (Addiction - Drugs)

Sean Beckett (Addiction - Alcohol)

Stumptown (2019)

Dex Parios (PTSD)

T:

The Healing Powers of Dude (2020)

Noah Ferris (Anxiety Disorder)

The Infinity Train (2019)

Simon Laurent (Abuse, NPD, PTSD)

The Lion Guard (2016)

Ono (Phobia - Bats)

The Magicians (2015)

Eliot Waugh (Abuse, Addiction - Alcohol)

The Prodigal Son (2019)

Malcolm Bright (Night Terrors, PTSD)

The Second Best Hospital in the Galaxy (2024)

Dr. Klak (Anxiety)

The Simpsons (1989)

Abe Simpson || (Dementia, PTSD)

Artie Ziff (Narcissism)

Bart Simpson (PTSD)

Carl Carlson (Schizophrenia)

Clancy Bouvier (PTSD)

Gary Chalmers (Aerophobia, Anxiety, Borderline Personality Disorder, Intermittent Explosive Disorder)

Gloria Prince (Kleptomania)

Homer Simpson (Kleptomania, PTSD)

Lisa Simpson (Anxiety, Depression, OCD, PTSD)

Marge Simpson (OCD)

Ned Flanders (OCD)

Nigel (Anxiety)

Richard "Rich" Texan (OCD)

Seymour Skinner (PTSD)

Shauna Chalmers (Intermittent Explosive Disorder, ODD)

Snake Jailbird (Kleptomania)

Willie (Intermittent Explosive Disorder)

Total Drama (Franchise)

David "Dave" (Anxiety

Jay (Anxiety, Phobias)

Mickey (Anxiety, Phobias)

Mike (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

Sam (Addiction)

Shawn (Anxiety)

U:

V:

W:

X:

Y:

Z:

#:

9-1-1 (2018)

Robert "Bobby" Nash (Addiction - Alcohol)

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz (Anxiety, PTSD)

Evan "Buck" Buckley (PTSD)

Christopher "Chris" Diaz (PTSD)

Maddie Buckley (Postpartum Depression, PTSD)

9-1-1: Lone Star (2020)

Judson "Judd" Ryder (Grief, PTSD)

Tyler Kennedy "TK" Strand (Addiction - Alcohol)

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Happy Birthday to Lisa Evans!!

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Dodger’s Reveal

Pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader

Summary: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger

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“It is so gonna be a boy” I huffed as Chris helped me pull on my baby pink sundress over my bulging stomach, his hands taking their time gliding over my body as usual. This whole time he could not keep his hands off of me, and who am I to complain?

“No honey, that’s a daddy’s girl in there, I can feel it” He replied smugly, running his hands over my belly, bending down to help me put on my shoes.

“Either way I jus hope they’re healthy bub”

“Don’t worry they will be, it’ll just be like when we had Landon” He cooed standing up right, a passionate kiss being put onto my lips as he held my hand dearly.

“Alright mama, let’s go down, ma and all are waiting for us”

“hmm okay” Slowly with Chris' help we made it down the staircase, his hand always staying at the bottom of my back while the other held onto my hand. Our living room had been decorated with blue and pink balloons, streamers covering the place along with plates of food.

“Dada” we heard Landon shout from Lisa's arms, squirming to get down and running as fast as his 3 year old legs would let him into Chris' arms.

“Ya excited buddy, ready to meet your new baby sister or brother” Chris hummed, blowing raspberries into Landon's neck, everyone awing at the sound of his giggles and squeals filling the room.

“I wan baby sister, no brother” He pouted playing with Chris' gold chain of St.Christopher. Smirking Chris looked at me before saying, “Don’t worry buddy, I promise you’ll get a sister either way”

Rolling my eyes at him I beelined straight for the snack table and picked up a pink plate.

Filling up my plate with all sorts of pastries, sausages and all that good stuff; stuffing my face afterwards as I sat in the garden on the chairs set out by the pool.

“Easy there mama, ya might choke” I heard Chris say from behind me, stealing a cupcake off my plate and eating it all in one go,

“Babe I wanted that one” I pouted now missing the chocolate treat, hearing him pull a chair over and sit right beside me.

“Well you can still have it gorgeous, no worries” Within seconds he had pushed his lips to mine, the remnants of the chocolate cake filling my mouth as his tongue played with mine.

“Now that was nice” He teases pulling away after leaving a series of small pecks, a big wide smile on my face at the public display of affection.

“Where’s Landon bub?” I asked looking around the garden to see him not with any of the other relatives.

“I dunno ma wanted him for something” He shrugged pulling me to stand up with him,

“Y’all are so cute it makes me wanna puke” I heard Scott say from behind us, a giggle leaving me as Chris gave him the finger.

“Anyways ma wants everyone inside now, it’s time”

“Shit baby you excited” Chris said turning to me, his eyes twinkling while he jumped on the spot.

“Yes baby, but not as excited as you it seems”

Walking into the house, there sat a massive cardboard box in the middle the floor, gold lining wrote out “boy or girl?”

“Hold on where’s Landon?” I asked seeing he wasn’t here for the big moment knowing how excited he was to find out,

“Oh don’t worry hunny you’ll see” Lisa smiled nodding at me knowingly, giving Chris and I the scissors to cut open the ribbon on top of the box.

“Alright guys, here we go” Chris said as we each pulled open the box cover, to reveal golden balloons?

“Our baby is gold?” I questioned confused as everyone’s eyebrows also seemed to furrow in confusion.

“YEEHAW” We heard Landon scream from the other room, in came Dodger with pink balloons attached to his back, Landon riding on him like a horse with a pink cowboy hat.

“WHAT ON EARTH” I shouted watching them run past us and into the crowd of family members,

“ITS A GIRL” Chris shouted from beside me, hugging me tightly before running over to Landon and throwing him up into the air, “TOLD YA BUDDY, YOURE GETTIN A LITTLE SISTER”

“YAAYY” Landon shouted not realising what his part was in all this, my heart swelling at the sight of my growing family I felt tears brim my eyes before the watergates flooded open and suddenly I was sobbing.

“Babe? are you not happy? what’s wrong?” Chris asked looking at me with Landon in his arms,

“are ya kiddin me? I’m freakin delighted Evans” I sobbed rushing in for a hug, feeling Landon's small arms around me, both of my boys putting kisses onto the too of my head.

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y/nl/n: photos i sent to chris this week <3

the gray man is OUTTT go watch it and see the mustache on the big screen lmao

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evanslover: girl… u should’ve kept these in the drafts

lilireinhart: gonna watch it asap but also, send me more pics like thisss 🥰

selenagomez: you're so cute and i love you but your dog is better

captainchris: fuck the hate babe. he’s the one for you.. remember that. love you

captainchris: fuck the hate babe. he’s the one for you.. remember that. love you

keke: BABE you are gorgeous!!! 😍😍

dianasilverss: I'm in love with you

y/nisover : dude you’re literally like 20 and he’s 40.. don’t you have a life? stop wasting his time

gal_gadot: Magic, you have such a beautiful soul!

chrisenews: now i KNOW you don’t plan on settling down any time soon but he does so why the fuck are you stringing him along?? make it make sense.

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ilariaurbinati "Here stands a sexy, steaming reckoning for classic tailoring" - Esquire on Chris Evans' look at last night's Gray Man premiere! 😂🔥

Call it a vest, a tank, a beater (not particularly PC), an A-tee, a guinea tea (I can say that, I'm Italian), or call it whatever you want but we are into it with a suit these days, so here we are!

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y/nl/n: one of your best looks girl i love you

ana_d_armas: you never miss

therussobrothers: are you trying to kill us !??

mybfchris: classy, elegant, amazing!! 😘

chrisl/n: our fav stylist/actor duo lets be real

evansfanatic: Ilaria, è bellissimo.

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chrisevans: Press tour fun! Thank you for all the support and love. And huge thank you to ilariaurbinati for always making me look awesome on the red carpet.

It’s been a blast meeting fans, hanging out with the cast and crew.. but I can’t wait to head back home and see my buddy - dodger. Gotta take photos of him using my new phone. Though I’ll always miss my iPhone 6.

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y/nl/n: stealing your stylist, evans. she’s mine.

cevans: you should get with Ana instead of the chick your with now. You and Ana have a better connect anyways ➥ y/nupdates: uh Ana has someone, babe. maybe stop being so obsessed with a relationship you know nothing about? if you like Chris then you want to see him happy.. he’s happy with y/n.

sebastianstan: lookin’ good man! lookin happy too.

thiccandworthy: just found out your girl is in her like 20 or some shit.. crazy just find someone your own age ➥ chrisevans: No thank you, man. I'm pretty happy and she's happy. Thanks for the unwanted input though.

lizzobeeating: come home the kids miss you. . ➥ y/nl/n: i’ll be the new father since Chris isn't home.

yunggravy: y'all this man is a genius ➥ bbyy/n: YUNGGRAVY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭😭

➥ mtv: he better not ask for Lisa

➥ idontwikeit: mtv here too wtf ???

➥ yunggravy: nah man, his girl single tho? 😈

➥ y/nl/n: for you, Matthew Raymond Hauri, maybe.

➥ chrisevans: Uh, hello?

➥ y/nl/n: I love youuu Chris

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Merry Christmas

Chris Evans x Fem! reader

Summary: This time on Christmas you and Chris both have been quite exhausted with your two months old but then again, the Christmas spirit will not be down!

Warnings: Nah

Note: English is my second language.

‘And he’s down’ Chris came running down the stairs towards the couch where you were sitting and drinking your coffee. ‘Thank you, Chris’  you smiled.

‘no need my love, you deserve some rest’ Chris sat down on the couch beside you and leaned towards you to kiss your forehead. You kept your cup on the table and laid your head on Chris’ shoulder, while he held your hand and started to caress your hair with his other hand.

‘Mom called me in the morning and said that she wants to spend Christmas with us,’ Chris said looking down at you, ‘really? that would be so good, it’s her grandson’s first Christmas tomorrow, and I’m gonna be baking her favorite biscuit cake’ you grinned, ‘not only hers but it’s my fav too’  Chris pecked your lips and smiled, ‘it’s been a while since we met her’ he sighed, ‘yeah’ you closed your eyes leaning on Chris’ arms. 

‘What a year this was!’ Chris sighed, ‘I know right, a lot of things took place’ you smiled reminiscing some of the best moments of your life from this year.  ‘The best thing I got to experience this year was your pregnancy and the birth of our own child’ Chris said, you smiled hearing his words.

‘That was no doubt the best thing we experienced’ you grinned, remembering the time when you saw two pink lines on the pregnancy test you took, then you and your husband getting emotional when your baby bump got visible, some cute moments with Dodger and the moment when you felt your baby’s kick, his heartbeat and finally, the second best moment of your life, first being you getting married to Chris, the moment you heard a shrill cry of a baby while you lay exhausted on the hospital bed with Chris on your side, whispering words of pride.

‘Tomorrow will be his first Christmas’ you grinned excitedly, ‘I got him a cute reindeer outfit’ you looked at Chris who smiling at you. 

‘Well, I’m really eager to see him wearing it tomorrow’ Chris leaned down to kiss your lips. The kiss soon became a heated make-out session, a cry broke your kiss and you saw Dodger coming down the stairs barking signaling you to come upstairs and tend to the baby. You and Chris giggled and got up. Chris scratched Dodger’s ears and went after you towards the nursery.

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‘Damn, he’s looking so adorable’ Chris laughed looking at his son who was dressed in a reindeer outfit  https://pin.it/6vphfUN  Chris cradled the baby in his arms and kissed his soft cheeks. you prepared the delicacies for the Christmas dinner and you and Chris were waiting for Lisa

You put the baby inside his small crib and started caressing his brown hair which he inherited from his father, you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you backward. your back clashed with your husband’s stoned chest and you turned around shyly.

Chris lifted your face so that your eyes met his and leaned down to kiss your soft lips. the doorbell tinged and Chris went to open the door. ‘Mom’ Chris said out loud and threw his arms over his mum, ‘my darling’ Lisa softly said and caressed Chris’ hair. ‘Y/n’ Lisa smiled at you and came to hug you. you hugged her back.

‘Where’s my grandbaby?’ Lisa asked and you and Chris led her towards the crib where your son lay sucking his pacifier. ‘Oh my goodness’ Lisa cried picking up the baby. 

All three of you had Christmas dinner with Chris’ siblings on skype eating their dinners. All of you laughed and shared some of the childhood stories of your husband and enjoyed the Christmas dinner.

When the time came for the gifts, all of you gave each other’s gifts. Chris gave you a beautiful pearl necklace and while you were taking a look at it, he leaned and whispered in your ear ‘there’s one more gift for you in the bedroom’ 

You looked at him smiling while he gave you a wink with a naughty smirk plastered on his face.

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Hey! I posted this fic early because I will not be able to access Tumblr for a few days.

 My life’s going really shit right now! 😢😢

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Light Of Morning {7}

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Plot, Cursing, High Angst, Pregnancy Fic, Pregnancy Talk, Conversation alluding to pregnancy termination

Words: 4.6k

Summary: What is done in the dark, comes to light. With the light of morning comes a whole new set of problems.

Note: Italic text is a recalled memory. Also, y’all know I’m obsessed with multiples, so--yeah. 

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Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.

 Your body felt heavy but there was no ache. Your head clouded as if you were under water. When the backs of your eyes panged with a burning sensation you squinted until you were finally able to open them. Now it looked as if you were looking underwater. Closing your eyes and opening them a few times you tried to clear the haze. You could hear a distant conversation that sounded tense. After a few moments, you were able to make out the sound of your parents’ voices. Around you, nothing looked familiar. Slowly, you scanned the room until your eyes landed on the IV cord above you. Following it you found yourself connected to it. You were in a hospital.

 Clasping your head, you tried to remember what the hell happened. Like a fast-forwarded movie you recalled bits and pieces. Raised voices, tense facial expressions, your parents, Scott, Ms. Lisa, Chris, Haley. With that your eyes snapped open and in a rush it all came back. Chris and Haley. Your belly sunk and swirled threatening to empty its contents. The conversation got louder.

 “You shouldn’t be here.”

 “I shouldn’t be here? This is the only place I should be.”

 “Your presence is not needed. She is here because of you.”

 “Please—please don’t keep me from her. I—I know this looks bad; I know--.”

 “Looks bad? Chris, you revealed you impregnated my daughter on the same day another woman revealed you impregnated her too!”

 Your father’s anger was blistering. You were surprised this entire room wasn’t on fire. You remembered as a teenager how afraid you were of his anger. You’d always been daddy’s good girl for this reason.

 “I didn’t!”

 Chris groaned loudly. “I didn’t—she’s lying.”

 “Then you figure it out. Don’t drag Y/N into this in her condition.”

 “At least tell me if she’s okay. Is the baby okay?”

 “Leave,” your father said in his “that’s final” tone of voice before he slammed the door in his face.

 When your mother turned her face lit up. “Y/N.”

 She hurried toward you and dropped into the char beside your bed at the same time she enveloped your hand in hers.

 “Are you alright?”

 You nodded, swallowing the nausea, anxiety, confusion, sadness and hurt that was bubbling in your stomach.

 “You scared us half to death,” your father added coming to your other side.

 “I’m sorry. What happened? Is the baby ok?”

 “The babies are fine,” your mother said placed a hand on your cheek.

 You sighed out your relief. If something had happened, you would have never been able to forgive yourself. Slowly your mother’s words hit you.

 “Babies?”

 She smiled widely and looked at your father who was also smiling. “Babies. Apparently, you’re carrying twins.”

 Your jaw dropped as shock filled you.

 “Twins?”

 They nodded in unison. You’d just wrapped your head around the idea of a baby, your baby and now there were not one but two of them.

 “Twins,” your mother confirmed.

 The silence in the room stretched, you all were probably thinking about the same thing. What had started as a fun, and steamy night turned into a mess and was now a fucking train wreck.

 “Jesus,” you whispered as you rubbed your forehead.

 “It’s okay honey. You’re not alone in this, no matter what you decide,” your father said.

 “What do you mean what I decide?”

 “We all heard what happened earlier,” he began before your mother swatted at him.

 “Hush Maurice.”

 “Hush?”

 “It is not the time nor the place.”

 “Not the time or place? No, I want to hear what he has to say mom.”

 “Fine. We heard another woman come forth telling us Chris also got her pregnant. It would be understandable if you wanted to terminate and start fresh.”

 Your eyes widened.

 “Terminate. You think I should end the pregnancy?”

 “I think you should do whatever it is that is right for you. Whatever you decide we are on your side. Just like a military op, you have to think of every variable for a successful outcome. Is this really what you want? Your children and their half sibling? Being juggled by Chris with his two families?”

 At his blunt and pragmatic words your stomach churned again as your heart panged.

 “I uh—ehm, mom, dad would it be all right if you guys went to get me something to settle my stomach? I just still feel nauseous.”

 “I could stay and your mother--,” your father began before your mother cut him off.

 “Come on Maurice. Let’s give her some peace and quiet.”

 Your father nodded then placed a kiss at the top of your head before walking out with your mother. Finally alone, you dropped your head back on the pillow and closed your eyes. You replayed the entire fiasco from earlier, slowing it down and pausing at will. You dissected every look, every move until you were ready to vomit. He’d slept with Haley, Haley your most disliked person from your childhoods, Haley who’d been after his dick for years, Haley who he never paid any attention to and swore he wasn’t interested in. He’d slept with her without a condom. He’d told you he’d never gone raw with anyone but you, he’d made it seem like what happened between you was—special.

 Tears stung your eyes and before long you felt them rolling down your cheeks. You tried to stop them, tried to get a grip of and get yourself under control but as the seconds ticked by your tears flowed more and more. In a matter of minutes, you were audibly sobbing with your hand pressed to your chest over your heart as if it would be able to repair the injury to the organ. Dropping your head back, you slid down in the bed and rolled into a ball on your side. You brought your hands to your belly for the first time since awakening and held your bump.

 You tried to quiet your sobs but no matter what you did—bit your lip, overed your mouth, pressed your lips together—the sobs kept coming. Everything was well with your pregnancy, but you still felt such incredible loss within you. You were fine, unharmed, the babies were thriving, you hadn’t lost anything really, but you felt like you’d lost everything, and you couldn’t understand why.

 Was it because of what this all meant? Was it because for your whole lives you’d always felt that Chris was yours in more ways than one. You’d always known he saw you and understood you and no matter what you’d have each other, and no one could take either of you away from the other. Over the last few days, you’d grown closer in a way you hadn’t been as friends. In that time, he’d made you feel things and it went past his cock. You’d felt like something had changed between you; you’d felt like though the present was uncertain the future had a possibility for anything when it came to you.

 “I do love your daughter; I love her very much and would absolutely marry her if she’d have me.”

 His words made your heart hurt more right now. Why would he say that? How could he say that especially knowing now about Haley? Holding your bump tighter you wept until you fell asleep.

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 -The Next Day-

 The trees zipped by outside as the sunshine beamed down. One thing was always certain, the light of morning would always bring about a new day. This day was a fresh one, one full of possibilities for many, full of hope but for you, you were having difficulty seeing it through hopeful eyes. For the fourth time, everything had changed overnight. The first was waking up the morning after with Chris, the second was waking up and finding out you were pregnant, the third was when you woke up with outward evidence of you being pregnant. Sighing you rubbed your forehead.

 “Are you okay honey?”

 “Yep, I’m okay. Just ready to get home.”

 “Your mother made all your favorites this morning, so you have a nice meal and then relax,” your dad said.

 That’s sweet of her,” you replied.

 Your phone vibrated in your back pocket and without hesitating you pulled it out and saw an incoming call from Chris. Freezing you stared at his name as a thousand things went through your head. This was the fourteenth time he was calling, and the fourteenth call you’d leave unanswered. Part of you wasn’t even sure why you were avoiding him. It was the logical part, the part that said you had no claim on him, no say in what he did and who he did what he did with. He was his own man. The other part of you knew just why you were avoiding him. After everything that was said between you, the things you’d done with each other, to each other.

 When the phone stopped ringing you sighed and hit your head back on the headrest then closed your eyes. You needed to get out of here and back to your real life. maybe that was what you needed, space to breathe to put things in perspective. Your father’s words echoed in your head.

 “It would be understandable if you wanted to terminate and start fresh. “I think you should do whatever it is that is right for you. Whatever you decide we are on your side. Just like a military op, you have to think of every variable for a successful outcome. Is this really what you want? Your children and their half sibling? Being juggled by Chris with his two families?”

 Two families. Tears pricked your eyes again, making you clench your jaw. You were tired of crying. You weren’t normally this emotional. It would take a lot to make you shed a tear. Now you couldn’t not shed a tear. Frustration filled you as you closed your eyes with so many questions and voices still inside your head. The longer you played and replayed the events over and over the more wavering your decision to continue the pregnancy. 

Before, though it was still an uncertain situation, some things were a given, the baby would have two parents involved, two parents who were at the bottom of it ready for a child, two parents who only wanted the best situation possible. Now you questioned all of that. How could he be ready for a child when he was still going around in his free love day? How could this be the best situation possible to bring an innocent life into? Two of four wheels of this messy caravan had fallen off and it was now tipped to the side wobbling on with just two wheels. This was a dangerous situation not just for the babies but for you as well.

 Once the car stopped you and your parents walked inside the house. Your mother went straight to the kitchen to fix you a plate while your father brought your things upstairs to your room. Neither of them said anything else but the unspoken words hung in the air creating such tension you feared anything would set off the bomb. You sat at the dining table and sighed. Your parents had always loved Chris, always loved and rooted for him to quote on quote lock you down. he was their favorite man in your life. There was a time you overheard your parents trying to bribe Chris into marrying you like you were chattel. Now you sensed he was definitely their least favorite person in the entire world. It was possible he was even lower than the devil now and that said a lot.

 Your mother emerged with a large plate of everything but the kitchen sink and placed it in front of you. The delicious smells melded together and hit you like a stack of books. Your mouth instantly watered as you moaned.

 “Mmm, this smells incredible mama.”

 She smiled and gently caressed your cheek. “Then there should be no problem you finishing it all. After all you’re eating for three.”

 You stifled a groan and plastered a fake smile on your lips as you nodded. You didn’t really have an appetite, but you knew you had to eat something. Even if you decided to end the pregnancy next week, today there were still two beings that needed nutrients. Sighing again, you picked up your fork and dug into the meal. One bite turned to two then ten and soon you were stuffing your face using the food as a distraction from everything that was going on. All you focused on was the spices and flavors of one of your favorite dishes from your most favorite person, the person who would never disappoint you—your mother.

 True to your word, and to your mother’s delight, you finished the entire plate. When you tried to join her in the kitchen to help clean up, she refused, telling you to shower and get some rest. Though you protested you weren’t tired, she insisted. After thanking her with a genuine hug you went upstairs to your bathroom to prepare for your shower. You avoided looking at yourself, you suspected you looked nothing like your glamourous New York self and more worn down than anything. When you stepped into the shower you stood there, still as a log and allowed the water to beam down onto your body. You didn’t know how long it would take for the stress to melt off of you, so you stood there for as long as you dared.

 Ten minutes hadn’t done the trick, so you went on to fifteen. When you felt the water running cooler than the scorching temperature you’d set it to you gave up and gave yourself a good lather and scrub trying to wash not only the scent of the hospital away but the memory of Chris’ hands, lips and body that you feared had now been imprinted into you. You rubbed and scrubbed until your skin burned. One lather turned to three and by the time you realized you were on a fool’s path you’d used half the bottle of your soap and was now crying under the shower head stream with your lips pinched together so not a sound came out. You’d listened to pretty words from pretty lips and had now been catapulted into an ugly reality. You held deep suspicions you’d fallen in love with your best friend, and it was technically a one-sided love, a love that would only end in heartache and regret. Remnants of the conversation you’d had in New York came back to you.

 “Why’d we never get together, Y/N? I wanna know. We’ve been friends since we were eleven."

 “Because I know everything about you, and you know everything about me,”

 “Some would say that’s a good thing.”

 “Not for us. I know too much. We’d never work. Our uglies won’t play well together.”

 You squeezed your eyes feeling how right you’d been that night. You wished you could blot out the memory, blot out the words and commit them to outer space, never to be thought of ever again but still it all replayed.

 “How would you handle my tendency to push people away?”

  “Hmm—not let you push me away.”

 “Great plan, dork. How would I handle your tendency to be a flirtatious dick?”

 “By knowing I only have eyes for you.”

 You turned your back to the wall and slid down to the floor. This was not a winning situation. There was only one thing to do—remove yourself from the equation. It was time to go back to New York and back to the realities of your life.

 By the time you got out of the shower, you’d composed yourself enough that no one would know you’d spent almost an hour crying unless they were really up close to you. The plan was to get some rest, but you decided to pack instead. For the first time in twenty-four hours, you looked at your reflection. The dark circles around your blood shot eyes said it all. Sighing you shot message to your cousin and assistant, Tandy requesting the first ticket back to NY.

 MSG: Get me the first ticket back to NY. No questions, no excuses just get it done Tandy.

 You didn’t want a discussion, didn’t want any possible chance for her to talk you into staying or talk you into another crying fest. You were pretty confidant you’d gotten to a point of numbness which meant you could keep your crying bouts at bay but didn’t want to risk testing the theory.

 MSG Tandy: Consider it done. I’ll get back to you.

 Nodding you applied your face products then stepped back into your bedroom. You’d expected an empty room but that wasn’t what you’d gotten. Chris sat at your window seat with his head hung low. Your gut lurched and you weren’t sure if it was baby kicks, nausea, or anxiety. He lifted his head then sprang to his feet.

 “Y/N,” he began taking a few steps to you.

 You backed up and gave him a cautious look which stopped him in his tracks. A look of hurt washed over his features but he raised his hands in defeat and stepped back to the seat.

 “I’ve been worried sick. Are you okay?”

 Silence. He had to be joking. Were you okay? When you didn’t answer he continued.

 “I—I tried to see you in the hospital but your parent—I wasn’t--,” he sighed and paused. “I’m sorry.”

 Releasing a huff, you turned to your closet and pulled out your suitcase. You heaved it onto the bed then flung it open.

 “What’re you doing?”

 Again, you didn’t answer him. this time he stepped closer, and you backed up again. The tight clench of his jaw said he was annoyed, and it made you angry.

 “Puddin’, talk to me. Please.”

 “Don’t call me that!”

 You hadn’t meant to shout but your emotions had gotten the best of you. The silence in the room stretched and he stood there as you continued to fling clothes into the suitcase you’d just unpacked.

 “Where’re you going?”

 “Home.”

 “I thought you had a week.”

 “I don’t. I don’t have any more time to waste here.”

 “Waste?”

 You heard the hurt, but you bypassed it. He didn’t get to be hurt right now.

 “Wait—Y/N, tell me you don’t believe her.”

 “Her? Haley, you mean, the other mother of your child?”

 Chris gripped his head and pushed his hands through it. From the looks of it he could have pulled out some strands in the process. He took another step to you and reached for your hands.

 “Back the fuck up!”

 Again, hurt spread over his features. “Y/N, she’s lying.”

 “Bullshit! I have known you for a long time Chris. I know every single one of your tells. I know when you’re lying, I know when you’re hiding something, I know when you’re full of shit and right now you’re full of shit. Don’t insult my intelligence. Leave!”

 You pushed past him and went to get more of your things. He followed.

 “Come on.”

 The more you ignored him, the more he stuttered trying to find words that would make their mark. None of them did. After a few minutes of his attempts, he groaned.

 “We hung out a while back at the quarry. We had a few drinks, listened to some music but that’s it.”

 Fresh anger filled you at the mention of the quarry. This was the same quarry the two of you often went to together. He’d taken her there. You looked at him with the “yeah right” face.

 “One minute we were drinking and having some laughs and the next I know I wake up the next morning with no memory of the night before beyond those drinks and laughs. She was nowhere to be found, only Scott was there. I swear. You can ask him that’s the hand ta’ God truth.”

 “So, in your infinite Chris wisdom since you can’t remember what happened, nothing happened. What the fuck Chris how can you be so stupid!? You know who Haley is. You know how she is, but you still took her to the quarry—our quarry. You fucked her and now she’s having your kid!”

 “I didn’t! I would remember doing that. I was drunk off my ass with you, but I remember every detail of your night together. I remember every touch, every smell, every kiss, every taste, of you. I remember it so much detail it haunts me at nights. I would remember.”

 His voice spoke of conviction, his words shook you, but you saw the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. He hoped he would remember. You fought the tears stinging your eyes and turned your back to him.

 “The facts are simple. You spent the night with the woman I hate the most in Boston and now weeks later she’s pregnant. I’m going home.”

 “So you’re not going to believe me?”

 “When she walked in that day, I could tell something happened. Your face gave you away. When she announced she was pregnant, Scott’s face gave it all away. Something happened between you, he knows it. i—I can’t be here.”

 “I’ll go with you.”

 “No! I don’t want to be anywhere near you right now. I need space, time—I need to think about my next move.”

 Again, the silence stretched. “Your next move? What does that mean?”

 You didn’t answer, instead, you kept packing the last bits of your things.

 “Y/N, what does that mean?”

 “There is a lot to consider. We may have thought things were one way but now there is more to consider. Two women pregnant for you, two separate families. In no way were things before clean and easy but now it’s—too messy Chris. I will have no peace in this scenario—none. This baby—these babies don’t deserve this life—I don’t deserve this—pain.”

 The word slipped out. You’d meant to say life instead. It was becoming impossible to fight the tears now. Sniffling, you quickly wiped your cheek.

 “Puddin,” Chris began.

 “Stop.”

 It was a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear and did just as you said. He sighed and hung his head.

 “Babies? More than—wow.” He took an audible breath then continued. “I wouldn’t do this, especially after what happened between us in New York. I thought these last few days showed you what I--.”

 “You would do this Chris. This is classic you. Remember, I know too much.”

 You saw when your words rang the bell. His eyes locked with yours then dropped to your belly. Seconds later, his hands encapsulated the small bump. “I want--,” he began but was cut off by his ringing phone. Sighing, he took it out and both of you saw the name on the ID— “Haley”.

 You closed your eyes and ignored the pang of pain in your heart. Stepping away from him, you steeled your spine. “You should go. Your world just got exponentially bigger. You should go deal with it while I deal with mine.”

 His face scrunched. Ignoring his phone, he tucked it back into his pocket and went for your hands again.

 “Y/N, you can’t just—we started--.”

 “Nothing.”

 The pain in his eyes was too much for you to watch, so you walked away. Thankfully your phone chosen then to ring.

 “Hello? When? That’s perfect. Thank you, Tandy. See you tomorrow.”

 You ended the call and went around the opposite side of your bed hoping to create space between you. Chris didn’t move or speak but from the slump in his shoulders you knew this was all taking a toll. He needed his best friend right now no doubt, but lines had been crossed between you and this was too personal. You couldn’t be the one who coddled him and put a hand on his shoulder. It hurt.

 “So that’s it?”

 “Yep.”

 “No discussion, no—nothing just---what you go back to New York and me LA with nothing resolved? Don’t push me away, Y/N.”

 You clenched your jaw, kept your head low and eyes trained on your suitcase. When you didn’t answer or acknowledge him, he crossed the room to you and turned you to him.

 “Chris let’s just stop.”

 “No. We started something. That night meant something, the day at the lake, the afternoon under the willow tree, my mom’s study, they meant something. You know it just as well as I do. Now you want to go back to our separate worlds while using Haley as an excuse. I know you don’t believe it’s my baby.

 “What I know is this behavior has always been you. Your motto has always been here for a good time not a long time. You don’t commit, you don’t monogamy past a certain point, you like things casual, easy, fun and uncomplicated. You got that that night with me, and you struck again with Haley. I know who you are Chris, that’s why we’ve been such good friends. I see your Dorian Grey; I see your truth and have never judged you for it. That truth, your ugly is why none of those instances should have happened. Our uglies could never play well together.”

 You saw the tears in his eyes, and you prayed they didn’t spill over. You knew you couldn’t handle that.

 “Wow,” Chris said voice clouded with emotion.

 “We made a mistake—so many mistakes and you’re not the only one to blame. I am too. We have to stop making them now and the only way to do that is go back to how things were.”

 Slowly you watched as he got your words.

 “You’re going to—Y/N—no. Please don’t. Come on! You know damn well this pregnancy was a sign, this baby was meant—these babies were meant.”

 “And yours and Haley’s?”

 At a loss for words, he closed his mouth and sighed. “This is the time I need you to believe me and--.”

 “I can’t,” you finished.

 “You really think so little of me?”

 You scoffed. If he only knew what you thought of him. “Go Chris. I’m sure in time we can pick up this friendship like nothing happened but—I need—we both need space.”

 He closed his eyes and stepped away from you as he rubbed his forehead. Slowly, he walked to the window you knew he’s climbed in through but before he climbed up, he turned back to you.

 “This isn’t over.”

 With that he climbed out the window leaving you standing there fighting with every single ounce of iron will you possessed to keep it together. You waited and waited until you heard his Camaro zoom down the street. Only then did you know it was safe to cry, and cry you did. You cried until your eyes were swollen shut making it impossible for any tear to slip through. You cried releasing the dream that had started to form of you Chris and a baby creating the perfect imperfect family. You cried letting go of all the times he'd kissed you, made you shiver, made you shout his name to the heavens. You cried begging your heart to close and harden. You cried thinking of the two lives that deserved better, the lives that you’d begun to want more than anything.

 You cried until you were all cried out because come tomorrow, the time for tears would be gone and you’d have to rebuild anew.

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[evanstanwhore]

proud

pairing: dad! sebastian stan x evans! mom! reader

summary: sebastian gushes about his daughter on jimmy fallon… nothing makes him prouder

warnings: use of y/n and implied birth i guess? chris sounding like the best uncle to exist… bc lets be honest, he would be

wc: 768

a/n: this was written on my phone so im not sure abt the quality but its sweet… enjoy!

my other evans! actress! reader one shot… still planning on a mini series!

“Your daughter was born not long ago, right?” Jimmy Fallon questioned, turning to Sebastian with a smile. He was passionate about the movie they were previously speaking about, his eyes were already shining but at the mention of his daughter, his eyes shone much brighter than before. A look of pride washed over his face.

“Two months ago yesterday” Seb nodded proudly, the memory of meeting his precious little girl filling his mind.

The sound of a baby’s cry filled the room as you fell back against the hospital bed, breathing hard, tears rolling down your cheeks. It wasn’t just any baby’s cries. It was yours. Your little girl.

Over the crying, the faint whispers of Sebastian’s words filled your ears. He was crying too. “I’m so proud of you” He repeated

The moment the midwife place her in your arms, happy tears spilled from your eyes. “I’m so proud of you,” Sebastian said pressing kisses to your head, your shoulders, your neck, arms wrapping around you as he looked down at his daughter, a few tears rolling down his face.

“She’s beautiful,” You say, close to a whisper as you smile down at her.

“She looks like you,” He tells you as your daughter's hand closed around his finger. Wiping your tears with his other hand, Sebastian smiled as he kissed you. “Thank you.”

His smile grew wider when Jimmy held up the photo you had posted to Instagram of your baby girl's tiny hand holding onto Seb’s finger. You’d both decided to keep your baby’s face off the internet for as long as possible… for her safety but a part of you just wanted to keep her to yourself. Your’s and Sebastian’s perfect creation.

“She seems tiny” Jimmy chuckled

“Oh, she is. Very tiny. Definitely her mother’s daughter… Y/n’s words, not mine” He laughed, finally looking up from the photo.

“Chris Evans was on the show a few months ago he said he was pushing for the name Chris despite her being a girl.”

“The sad thing about that is he was being completely serious. We said no everytime” Sebastian said, unable to tone down his smile. “But we did compromise with a another name he suggested—“ He stopped abruptly before chucking to himself. “I wasn't supposed to admit Chris suggested a name Y/n fell in love with. Sorry, Doll” Seb looked into the camera, knowing you were watching at home in bed probably with your daughter in your arms fast asleep.

“Elora is such a beautiful name” The audience cheered at the mention.

Elora Georgeta Lisa Stan

Although her name might sound long, it means a lot to both you and Sebastian. Having both his and your mother's names as her middle names meant a lot to both of you.

“So, tell me about her”

>><<

The house was quiet as Sebastian climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway towards your shared room. The door was open, the room was dark except the faint glow of the tv.

A smile rested on his face, seeing you laying in his shirt fast asleep in the middle of the bed. It was clear you tried to stay awake, your phone still in hand as you slept peacefully. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning to the bassinet where Elora stirred. He knows he probably shouldn't but he picked her up anyway.

Seb kissed her forehead with a happy, content smile as he rocked her slightly in his arms. Elora’s bright blue eyes stared up at him, taking in his face with her little smile. “You're happy I'm home?” He whispered, kissing her forehead again.

“I am” You respond tiredly, opening your eyes to smile at him.

“I didn't mean to wake you” Sebastian smiled lightly as he sat down against the headboard where you had propped yourself up.

“I’m glad you did. I love watching you with Elle” You say, smiling up at him while taking your daughter's hand in your own. “What you said about her to Jimmy... it was sweet. You made me cry”

“At what part? When I talked about how proud of you I am?” Seb questioned with a slight smirk, knowing he hit the nail on the head. Every time he said it, every time he thanked you, you would cry.

“Don’t even start, Stan” You glared playfully.

“You know what we have to do now?” He asked, pulling you into him and pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Give you the same last name as me and our little girl.”

[chrisevansonly]

Hey love I hope your okay I thought of a little idea

Adhd reader and Christmas with Chris is chaos, and she gets overwhelmed with how everyone comes over and it’s just everything at once and chris sees this and takes her away from all of the and make sure she’s eaten and drunk water because I always forget and calms her down and it’s just sweet 🥹

Noisy Christmas

Chris Evans x Female Reader (ADHD Present)

Summary: Christmas with Chris and the family is always filled with fun, joy and love. Though you love to spend time with everyone, sometimes getting overstimulated and overwhelmed can put a pause to celebration, but your very sweet boyfriend will always come to the rescue

Warnings: non, overstimulated reader, hints of anxiety, ADHD symptoms, lots of fluffy soft Chris

A/N: thank you to my sweet bean for sending this request in, I love the idea! As someone who has very bad ADHD and gets easily overstimulated, this was very comforting to write I just hope I did it justice!

Word Count: 838

 Christmas music mixed with cooking, loud chatter and lots of bodies surrounded the Evans family home. It was tradition for you and Chris to spend the holiday with his family, and Lisa was always the best host. You loved this time of year, with pretty lights, cuddles under duvets when the snow blows around the house, it was a magical time of the year. This time of year was beautiful but it often led to a little more of a struggle with your mental health, the dreary clouds, dark skies, it often left you feeling a little down and often a bit more sensitive to your surroundings. You’d been diagnosed with ADHD in high school, so it was nothing new to you when everything started to be too much, you were also blessed with the world’s best boyfriend. Always attentive, making sure you were comfortable wherever you both were, Chris truly was amazing. 

“Honey, can I get you another mug of hot chocolate?”

Lisa’s voice snapped you out of your haze and you blinked quickly before sending her a soft smile 

“I think I’m okay for now, thank you though”

She nodded placing a comforting hand on your arm before making her way back towards the kitchen as you turned yourself back to the chaos. Your fingers beginning to pick at the skin around your nails the louder everything got, the more you seemed to tense up, your breathing becoming a bit shallow.  In the midst of your uneasiness, Chris had made it over to you, sensing your discomfort from across the living room, knowing you and your brain all too well, he needed to get you to a quiet spot. 

“Hey pretty girl, can I steal you away really quick?”

Looking up at him you nodded, and he took you hand in his before leading you upstairs and into his old bedroom, the noise from downstairs finally tapering off, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, you sank down onto the mattress behind you.

“Here’s the deal baby, we’re going to hangout up here for a little, I brought my laptop, snacks and some water, but firstly I need to make sure you’re okay”

His hands held your face gently and his thumbs rubbed along your cheekbones gently, almost quietly urging you to talk to him

“It was just a lot, the music, the people, just got to be too much noise…”

He nodded listening to every word you said before you spoke up again 

“I don’t want you to think I hate spending Christmas with your family because I don’t, it just-it’s a lot and my head hurts”

“I don’t think that at all y/n, your comfort is important to me, truth be told I knew today was going to be a bit crazy, but I know you love my family and spending the holidays with them, it’s just a lot of noise when everyone is over, so I understand honey”

You nodded showing him a small smile as he got up beside you and pulled you into him, letting your tired body rest against his chest 

“I have my laptop up here, so you pick a movie and ill organize our snacks and drinks, most of the crowd will be gone in a couple hours and we can have a nice quiet dinner with my mom, she’s making your favourite too...”

At the sound of that you perked up a little bit and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, he always seemed to know exactly what you needed to come back to him and silence your brain. He helped you get under the blankets while he set up his computer, handing you some water which he made you take a couple sips of before jumping in beside you

“Thank you for always taking care of me, sometimes I feel like you know me better than I know myself”

Chris chuckled at this while his hand ran through your hair gently, your head on his chest as you paid attention to his heartbeat

“I love you pretty girl, I will always be here to support you in any way I can, you’re my favourite girl in the world, besides who else can I sneak off with to eat snacks and watch cheesy movies with?” 

You laughed knowing he loved the peace and quiet just as much as you did, his anxiety often playing up in social situations much like your ADHD

“I think you just wanted to get me alone and avoid your family…but I love you too, so much”

Christmas and the holidays weren’t always easy for you, but with Chris by your side, you knew everything would be okay. The sound of your laughter mixed together filling the tiny bedroom where you both hid away, it may have been a noisy Christmas, but in this moment, you settled into calm that had enveloped around you, more than happy to escape with you ever so caring boyfriend. 

[mcuamerica]

I posted 396 times in 2022

That's 384 more posts than 2021!

99 posts created (25%)

297 posts reblogged (75%)

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#i'm so bad at slow burn fics but i love them so much too lol

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#5

With Me (Chris Evans)

Pairings: Chris Evans x GN!Reader

(I tried my best to use gender neutral language as the person who requested this didn’t specify their gender, but pls let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: Friendship can blossom into more than just friendly love.

Request: “hey, can you do an imagine where you and [Chris Evans are] best friends, everyone is always nagging you two to date (ever since you were kids). then, over time you both have feelings for each other and then the both of u dateee :>"

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I was excited to write this one so I wrote it when we had lulls at work and then once I got home. Hope you like it! Fill out this poll if you want more Chris Evans AUs!

7 years old

“Go say hi,” Lisa said to Chris as he held one of his action figures in his hand.

“Mooomm, I don’t want to.” Chris said and pouted, looking over to the new family that was moving in across the street from them.

“You should make more friends. You’ll see them a lot too. Take your brother.” She said and motioned for Scott to come over. “Scott, go with Chris and say hi to the new kids across the street.” She said.

Chris narrowed his eyes and took Scott’s hand, walking carefully across the street to say hello. Lisa followed behind, smiling at your mother. “Hello, this is Chris and Scott, and I’m Lisa. We live across the street. I wanted to introduce these two since it looks like you have one around their age.” She said to your mother.

Your mom smiled and nodded, looking down at you. “This is (Y/N), they’re 7 years old.” She said and smiled. “(Y/N), can you say hi to Scott and Chris?” She asked, watching as you peaked your head from behind her leg.

“Hi,” you said timidly. “Do you want to see my toys? I have.. uh.. I have a few like yours.” You said and motioned to Chris’s toy in his hands.

Chris looked up at Lisa and she nodded, watching as the three kids walked over to the small bin of toys nearby. The three of you sitting together in the front yard of your house would become a common occurrence over the next few years, but more specifically Chris and you. You were in the same first grade class and you two were inseparable for years. Even during the summers, you did theater with him at the community center.

17 years old

“What do you mean you’re not taking me to the dance?” You said into the phone, frowning as you looked down to your outfit, one you spent months looking for as it was your senior prom. Your date let out some excuse about not wanting to go, so you ended up on your own.

You walked down the steps to face your parents. “My date isn't coming.” You said, dejected. “At all.” You said.

Your head perked up when you heard Chris’s familiar voice. “I can take you,” he said and smiled. “You look too amazing to be left without an escort.” He said and looked you up and down, admiring the whole ensemble you had put on for the dance.

“Chris,” you said and smiled at him, nodding your head. “Alright, fine,” you said and came down the steps, taking his arm and letting your mom take a few pictures.

“Oh! You two look so cute together. When are you going to get together?” She asked and you felt a rush of heat on the back of your neck.

“Mom!” You said, your eyes widening slightly.

“What? You two have been best friends since you were 7! You look incredibly together.” She said and shrugged as she took another picture. “I’m just saying, I would completely approve if Chris asked you out.”

“You have no shame,” you muttered and smiled a bit as Chris squeezed your waist. “She’s kidding, obviously.” You said.

“Obviously,” Chris teased and smiled, looking at the camera. “We even match.” He whispered, causing you to laugh softly.

“We do, it’s almost like fate.” You joked and smiled a bit, the sadness of your date ditching you fading away the more Chris sent small jokes and quips your way. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed because you would completely approve if Chris asked you out too. You would say yes, but you were his best friend and there was no way he would ask you out.

Little did you know that Chris felt and thought the same way. With you standing next to him, in the amazing formal outfit you picked out (which you had droned on for weeks to him, and he wasn’t complaining), laughing at his jokes, he knew that he would love for this to become a reality every day. But he couldn’t say anything, because he was your best friend. And there was no way you would say yes if he asked you out.

27 years old

It wasn’t like you to show up to Chris’s apartment in Boston at 3 in the morning. It wasn’t like you to show up anywhere but your bed at 3 in the morning, but here you were, knocking on his door as you clutched your duffle bag in your hands.

You waited a few moments, wanting to knock again until you saw him open the door. The sweats he clearly threw on a few seconds ago were hanging low on his hips as he rubbed his eyes. Those eyes widened when he saw your state. You had clearly been crying, bags under your eyes, holding the same duffle bag you used when you went off to college.

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243 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#4

Races

Pairings: Chris Evans x GN!Reader (i try my best to make it gender neutral. Let me know if I messed up!)

Request: “Going to the races with Chris. him being such a gentle giant, protective, his hands either resting on your waist or shoulders, sitting on his lap, betting together and putting his hands on your shoulders to lead the way through busy crowds. literally just so much fluff, butttt with some little parts of angst: the reader starts to feel insecure about themselves with all of the people around them feel like everyone else is better looking. but chris reassures the reader” - @remshearts

Warnings: mentions of insecurity, crowds, reader sits on Chris’s lap, might’ve included more angst but there’s plenty of fluff too

Words: 770ish

There you were, Chris’s arm wrapped around your waist, his hand on your hip rubbing small circles as you waited in line to bet on the horses that would be racing. You couldn’t help but look around, noticing that everyone around you seemed slightly better dressed then you. You noticed a couple people that were definitely better looking (in your opinion), so that insecure feeling started bubbling in your chest. Your thoughts were interrupted when Chris pressed his lips to your head. “Who do you want to bet on?” He whispered in your ear. You were surprised you could hear him over the loud crowd.

He was wearing a tan suit that made him fit in perfectly with the surrounding people, his sunglasses perched on his head since you two were in a shaded area. You looked up at him, admiring the freshly shaped beard until your eyes landed in his blue ones. “Uh… nor incredibly sure. I’ve never done this before.” You responded.

Chris’s eyes softened, if that was even possible, upon hearing this. “It’s okay, babe. We’ll bet together, yeah?” He suggested. “We’ll win because we’ve got you. And you are my good luck charm.” He said with a wink, squeezing your waist as he nudged you forward.

You both placed your bets, deciding on a horse named Mo Donegal. Chris knew more than you did, so you decided to go along with what he said. As you made your way through the crowd to your seats, that creeping feeling of insecurity popped up again. This wasn’t your place. You were never the high society type of person. You could barely even walk straight without tripping. But your nerves were settled when you felt Chris’s hands on your waist, making sure that you could navigate through the crowd. Once you both sat down, you saw the look on his face. He knew what was going through your head.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, a hand reaching up to stroke your cheek. “I can tell your mind is racing right now, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You said, looking down. He tsked in disapproval, nudging your head up with his thumb so you’d look back in his eyes. “I don’t belong here, Chris.” You said quietly.

His brows furrowed, eyes glancing between yours until he shook his head. “No… (Y/N). Why would you say that? You’re with me. You’re doing great.” He said.

“I have a hole on the bottom of my shirt… everyone is wearing hats… they all look so good and I’m-“ You started but were quickly cut off by the feeling of Chris’s soft lips on yours.

“Stop that. You know you look amazing. And no one will pay attention to your outfit. They’re too busy holding their noses from the smell of the horses they’re making money on.” He teased, hands moving down to your waist. “You look incredible. Wonderful. You’re the most amazing person here. And I mean it.” He said and gave you that soft side smile of his that made you want to melt.

“But Chris-“

“No buts, (Y/N). Now come ‘ere.” He said and shifted slightly, pulling you on his lap. “I don’t want you to think that you don’t belong here. Because I want you here. And I want you to be comfortable with me.” He said, chin resting on your shoulder.

You turned to face him. “I am comfortable with you.” You assured him, reaching up to cup his beard. “But this whole thing is new to me.”

“I’m here to help you navigate it.” He said and winked at you again, kissing you one more time before turning his attention forward towards the racing track as the horses and jockeys lined up in the stalls.

Chris kept his arms wrapped around your waist the whole race, squeezing every now and then when the horse you bet on got closer to the front, eventually winning the race. He hopped up from his set, somehow spinning the two of you around in celebration of the victory. You heard yourself laugh along with him, kissing him gently as he leaned down to your level.

He led you back towards the car with his hands on your shoulders, knowing that the amount of people was probably draining you. When he opened the door for you, you turned back towards him. “Thank you, for today. I had an amazing time.” You said and smiled when he leaned down to kiss you again.

“Anything for you, babe.” He said quietly and kissed your forehead before motioning you to get in the car.

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A/N: i could’ve made this longer but I really wanted to post it and I’m not sure what else I would add. Also I absolutely love (in general but also writing) Chris being protective and all handsy… does something to me haha. Hope you liked it!

258 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

#3

Favorites

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: hospitals, IV mentioned, pain meds, anxiety mentioned, not proof read

Request by @chrisevansdaughter “you’ve been in and out of hospitals most of your life because of a condition called costochondritis which is basically from what I was told it is inflammation of the rib cage, so the muscles in the rib cage strain easy and let me tell you it’s not fun. Unfortunately you have a flare up because it comes and goes which gives you heart palpitations, makes you feel dizzy etc which is pretty normal at least in my case.  With being extremely painful sometimes it’s like a bad cramp or shooting pain if I had to describe it. It gets that Chris has to take you to the hospital for tests and medication which means needles do on top of being in hospital you hate needles like fear hate.  So he brings all your comfort items, like one of his hoodies, your headphones to calm you and one of your favourite blankets to have whilst you get treated” 

It was happening again. You couldn’t stand up because of the pain, you could barely breathe. Chris could tell something wrong by the way you were sitting with the slight pained expression on your face. 

“Baby? Are you okay?” Chris asked and frowned, sitting up on your shared couch. “Are you having a flare up?” 

You nodded your head slowly, causing the dizzy feeling to rush to your head. You lost focus on your eyes and took Chris’s hand in yours, squeezing it slightly. “It’s- It’s bad.” You muttered and felt your lip quiver slightly from the pain. 

He helped you as best he could, deciding it was better to take you to the hospital because of how light headed you were getting. He called Scott, asking him to bring all of your favorite things to the hospitals. He didn’t know how much time you would be at the hospital and knowing that you hated being in them, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. 

Chris held your opposite hand and distracted you, making sure you were looking into his baby blues while the doctors put an IV in your arm. They gave you some pain relief medication to help you, and eventually had to take you for some tests out of the room. 

Chris stayed waiting for you, thanking Scott when he brought the bag of stuff for you. He set out the essential oil diffuser, putting in some oil so the smell of the room would be better than the clean and odd odor that all hospitals have. He put down your favorite blanket, one that both of you used frequently (it was twice the size of both of you combined). He got out your headphones, making sure they were charged up and then paired them with his phone, putting on your favorite calming soundtrack.

You came back, feeling tired because of the pain meds and from the anxiety of being at the hospital. When you saw all that he had done for you, you nearly started crying. 

“I got your favorites,” He said quietly, embracing you softly as you melted into his arms. 

This man gave you everything you could ask for and then some, even helping you put on your favorite sweatshirt of his so you were cozy enough to sleep while awaiting tests. 

Even after you left, Chris didn’t stop comforting you, telling you how much he loved you and that he was so proud of you for getting through the pain. 

The couple days after the visit were hard too, not knowing when the next flare up would be or if you would have to go to the hospital again. But you knew as long as Chris was with you, you would be safe.

267 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#2

Cuddles

Chris Evans Drabble

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (gender not specified)

Word Count: 400

Description: A long day of work calls for all the soft cuddles and fluff

There he was. Standing with his arms open, Dodger by his side wagging his tail, as he waited for you to come in from the garage. You have a tired smile, slowly walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist to inhale his sweet and savory scent.

“Hey baby,” Chris mumbled into your hair after kissing the top of your head. “Long day?” He asked, rubbing your back up in down and in the process making you practically melt into him.

All you could do was hum in agreement into his chest, burying your face impossibly deeper in the soft blue sweater he had on.

“Want to lay down?” He added, trying but failing to pull away as your grip on him tightened ever so slightly. “Want to cuddle?” He added, resulting in you pulling awaythis time, just enough to look up at the blue-eyed man’s bearded face.

“Please?” You asked, your voice quiet. He nodded, turning around and taking your hand in his, a smile coming to his face as he led you over to the living room and you pet Dodger while walking.

Chris laid down on the extra wide couch, pulling you towards his chest as you fell into it beside him. Dodger curled in a ball on the floor, his eyes still looking up at the two of you.

You, almost like the adorable dog, curled into Chris’s side. You were just happy to be in his arms, by his side. You leaned into his touch as he ran his hand over your hair, slightly massaging your scalp.

“You know, I missed you today.” He said quietly, giving you that side smile that couldn’t be described as anything but soft. “Dodger and I went on a walk and he wanted so badly to get in the car to visit you.”

“I missed you too.” You whispered and reciprocated the smile. “And are you sure that was Dodger and not you?” You teased, smiling happily as you heard his sweet chuckle.

“I think it was both.” Chris said, looking down at you and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I ever tell you how much I love you?” He asked and a larger smile came to your face.

“Once or twice. But you can always remind me.” You said, resting your chin on his chest.

“I love you, (Y/N), so much.” He whispered and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

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A/N: Hey!! If you liked this drabble and would want to read more Chris Evans from me, maybe fill out this poll and let me know what you would like? I’m outlining a new AU to start writing soon, and I need help!

317 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

a request here!

chris being all shy and lovely dovely when he’s hears you talking about him in an interview. (for example: your both of yous are at the promo of your movie together). you two had to split up quickly to do your own promo/interviews with the press. then he hears you talk about him and is in complete shock (in a good way) and everyone around him are teasing him about him being a simp! <333

A/N: I can already tell I'm going to love this one to. Thanks for requesting again! (Lucky I have this week off and I'm feeling inspired haha... Also look at him!!! I can't with this man) also, if you could fill out this poll quickly before/after reading, I’m planning a new Chris Evans AU and need some more ideas.

Of Course, Baby

Pairings: Actor!Chris x Actor/GN!Reader

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Earlier Today

"Oh, yeah, Chris is amazing. And when he gets into character it's like you're transformed into the world with him. I mean, I think I can act - but boy can he act too." You said happily, smiling at the interviewer who had just asked what it was like working with the Chris Evans.

"And has there been any... romance... on set at all?" The interviewer asked, smiling over at you. "We've seen how the two of you act together, there is some pretty amazing chemistry between the two of you." She said.

"Oh, I don't know about that. We're really good friends." You said, glancing over to your manager. You and Chris didn't want to speak about your relationship to the public yet, but both of your teams and a few of your fellow co-stars/friends knew about the two of you. "But he really is amazing. And incredibly handsome too, especially with the beard. He's even got longer hair for part of the movie - which is in the trailer so I'm not spoiling anything - and he looked really good when filming that. But yeah... just friends." You nodded as you rambled, pursing your lips.

Present

"And that was was your co-star (Y/N) (L/N) had to say about filming with you. Anything to say back?" The same interviewer asked, watching as a soft blush crossed over Chris's cheeks.

"Oh, (Y/N) is a sweetheart. I loved acting with them, truly." He said and smiled happily. "(Y/N) flatters me way too much, too. I try telling them that they are an incredible actor, and person, but they never fully believe me. Plus, they are so passionate about their work, which makes it even better. I really wouldn't expect them to compliment me that much though." He said and smiled, thanking the interviewer when she got up then left.

"Wow, Chris, you really do like (Y/N). I know you two are dating, but it's cute to see you physically blushing. Twitter is going to have a field day." His manager said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Oh come on, I wasn't blushing." He said and ran a hand down his beard, as if to wipe the smile off his face. It didn't work. Thinking of you and the compliments you gave him make his heart melt and all he wanted to do was go two rooms down so he could see you to return the favor.

"You were, and I think you might want to go see (Y/N) before your face turns completely red." He said and smiled when Chris got up.

"I've got time?" Chris asked and his manager nodded.

"You're so whipped." He added, hearing a loud chuckle from Chris as he walked out of the room.

"Fine by me!" He called back to him, smiling when he knocked on the door to your interview room. "Hey, baby," He said when he saw the room only had you, your manager, and your makeup stylist in it. "Figured I would stop by while we're on a break." He said and smiled.

You lit up at his voice, turning over to him. "Hey! Yeah, come on over." You said and stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I've been asked a lot about you today. Hard keeping all my feelings in, especially when you aren't here to mess with all day." You teased.

He chuckled and gave you a gentle smile. "Hard to keep in? We could always give someone an exclusive, tell them about us." He said, wiggling his eyebrows as he squeezed your waist. "I would like to compliment my amazing co-star... and partner... too." He said quietly and looked into your eyes.

"You mean it?" You asked, almost bouncing on your heels in anticipation.

"Of course, baby. I don't want you keeping those feelings in." He teased, rubbing your waist.

You leaned up, kissing him gently as you smiled against his lips. "Let's tell that one interviewer... works for the BBC." You said and thought for a moment.

"Ahh.. You're talking about Ali Plumb? Yeah, I like his interviews. We'll give him the exclusive. And not tell our managers. It'll be fun." He said and winked at you, pecking your lips.

"Would you mind grabbing the producer and combining the rest of our interviews today?" You asked your manager, who nodded then left to grab them. "You sure about this?" You asked Chris, looking back up at him.

"Yes. I'm sure. I love you, and I would like for the whole world to know." He said, placing another kiss on your lips while he held you close.

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Moments: a 2013 drabble

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: none

Note: Just a little something to tide ya over for a while :) Happy holidays everyone, hoping to have part seven to you after the new year as well as some new things I've been working on AND a return to Flight 1311 that I paused when I started expanding Moments.

Moments Masterlist

2013: DC/Boston/on location

Chris started at his phone, trying to convince himself that if he looked at it hard enough, it would ring. He’d been doing this off and on for the last 15 minutes. If he was honest with himself, he’d been doing it since he woke up. His nerves were frayed, he’d had to cancel two other phone meetings today to have his phone free. But now, it was closing in on 7 pm and it was getting harder to breathe.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“What time?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Y/N, are you going to call?”

“I love you, but I’m hanging up right now. I need to think and I can’t do that when I’m this mad at you.”

He convinced himself to set his phone down long enough to get dinner together. If she’d waited this long, he wouldn’t miss it in the time it took to heat the meal that the nutritionist had prepared. Bumbling around the kitchen he crashed into drawers he left partially open and things fumbled out of his hands. He could hardly see straight; he was so worked up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at the kitchen island to see if the screen had lit up.

24 hours earlier, he’d woken up in Y/N’s apartment. The weekend he’d envisioned while he stood at Lowe’s and had a spare key made was much different than what had panned out. He’d pictured hugging and giggling and googling interior design changes. He’d pictured making love and whispering sweet nothings while they worked towards this new stage in their relationship.

He had not pictured the argument.

“Chris,” Y/N paced her bedroom, her hands running through her hair, “I just don’t understand how you can think this isn’t a lot to put on me.”

“And I don’t understand why you won’t see that this is the way it has to be!” Chris snapped back. He was sitting on the end of her bed watching her pace back and forth.

“Why is this how it has to be? Because you make more money than me? Because your job is more important than mine? You know I love Lisa, but I don’t want to work at the theater. I want to do my job with my clients and come home to my apartment with my friends. You’re asking me to move my entire life and you want me to do it immediately.”

“I didn’t say any of that other stuff. And I didn’t say immediately.”

Y/N dropped her hands to her sides and they slapped aggressively on her thighs, making a loud smack, “you’re right, you said in 10 weeks when your filming is wrapped and you’re settled back in Boston. Excuse me, that’s not immediately.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word.

“Why is this so awful? I want a future with you, Y/N, and I want it to start as soon as possible.”

“Don’t try to make me the bad guy here because I’m holding my ground.”

“So I’m the bad guy?”

“No one is the bad guy!” She cried while real tears filled her eyes, “This is just so like you. You’re so impulsive and you’re so passionate and fuck if I don’t love both of those things about you but not when it comes to my entire life. You dropped this on me within an hour of being here and then it’s been a cloud over the whole weekend. We get so little time together, Chris, I just wish this could’ve gone differently.” Y/N winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She didn’t mean to make it sound like such criticism. This was just so overwhelming. She’d thought this weekend would be a lovefest before he finished out his latest project. She hadn’t anticipated this massive change of plans and she really wasn’t ready to drop her whole life for him.

“Okay, so if you don’t want to move in with me, you could’ve just said no. You don’t have to call me an impulsive passionate bad guy who ruins our time together.” Chris knew he was laying it on thick, but he was hurt. He truly thought Y/N would agree immediately and jump into his arms while they celebrated.

He hadn’t thought about what he was asking her to do. He thought about how it impacted him– she’d said as much the day before and they’d agreed to put a pin in the conversation until now so they could enjoy the time they had.

But now, his flight back home was in three hours, and she hadn’t given him an answer. Rather than admit that he was hurt and sad, he dug his heels in; unfortunately, his girlfriend was equally stubborn.

“Let me be clear,” she came to stand in front of him and he resisted the urge to put his hands on her waist. She was in her short, fuzzy bathrobe and her long legs were calling his name. The belt around her waist was cinched tightly but in her pacing and flailing, her cleavage was more exposed. Chris forced himself to focus on her face. That beautiful face he’d loved for forever. The same one that was crushing him right now as he thought about the rejection she might give him, “I love you, Christopher,” she put her hands on his shoulders and he took the invitation to touch her waist and pull her in between his legs, “and I’m not trying to make you feel bad or to make this seem like I don’t want to live with you. I’m just begging you to see this from my perspective. I love my apartment, I love my job, I love my friends, and I love my life here. To change all of that is a big deal and I need to think about it.”

“So you’re saying no?” He asked quietly.

“I’m saying no right now,” she clarified. “I’m saying no this weekend. But really I’m saying give me time to think it through and figure out what I want.”

Chris nodded. On some level, he did understand that this was a significant life change that she should have the time to process. He’d had the time to think about it and how it would change his life, so he needed to give her that time.

“Can you just let me bring it up again? When I’m ready to talk it through with you, I’ll bring it up. I need you not to push it right now.”

“I can respect that,” he nodded again and gladly accepted the kiss she leaned in to give him.

He had, however, not respected that.

Y/N dropped him at the airport and they said an awkward goodbye by the car; she’d kissed him but they’d both felt the strain. He’d flown home and called her when he got there. The whole flight and drive back with his mom, he’d thought about everything. He had another few days in Boston where he had a few odds and ends to take care of before he went back to location and in the car running errands he’d called her. He’d apologized profusely and she’d been grateful for his understanding.

And yet even with such a productive, mature conversation with his partner, he couldn’t help himself. He’d still said, “So when do you think you’ll have a decision.”

Y/N’s response had been terse and tried to change the subject, asking for him to respect her process.

He’d pushed again, saying, “I just want you here as soon as possible.”

That hadn’t been the right sentiment and had led to her frustration and hanging up and now here he was, standing at the kitchen counter eating boiled chicken and broccoli and hating every bite while he stared at his phone. After he’d finished the plate, rinsed it in the sink, and loaded it in the dishwasher, he came back to the phone to a text notification. Frantically he swiped through the screen to find messages from Y/N.

Y/N: i’m not ready to talk today Y/N: i love you, i’m just really frustrated Y/N: i don’t want to argue with you. it won’t be productive if we talk tonight

Chris wanted to cry. He also wanted to throw his phone across the room as hard as possible. He was mad at Y/N and mad at himself and mad that none of this went the way he’d thought it would.

Chris: ok. i love you. call me when you’re ready

Her replay came quickly: of course, babe 💕

Y/N set her phone on her nightstand and twisted the gem of her sweatshirt— Chris’s sweatshirt— between her fingers. She was so angry with him that she could hardly stand it.

The last six months had been a whirlwind of love and passion. Chris’s energy was contagious and they’d gotten quickly wrapped up in their love. She loved him so fiercely and would be lying if she said it wasn’t what she wanted: moving in, building a real life that wasn’t out of hotel rooms and suitcases, planning for a future together. But it was just so fast. And Chris had a habit of hoping she’d yield to him.

She didn’t think it was intentional and she knew part of it came with the territory. No one does well in Hollywood without a little vanity and selfishness. He was always asking her to travel- often offering to pay and make all the arrangements, but still asking her to come to him. He liked things his way and he liked things on his terms. She usually held her ground and found that it was something he liked about her. Y/N had her own mind and her own passions and she wanted to be heard. She didn’t want to just be his girlfriend. She’d worked too hard in her career, her hobbies, and her friendships to just roll over and let him push.

And he usually respected that. When she punched back, it usually woke him up and they’d talk and find a compromise. But this was huge; they'd never had to compromise on something this significant and life-changing. And he hadn’t thought about her changed at all. It was clear in their conversations about it that he didn’t want his world to change.

Y/N knew that he saw her as more than a bed warmer but it was hard not to feel that way when he’d so cavalierly suggested she move to Boston as casually as one might suggest having pizza instead of sushi for dinner.

If he didn’t see her and think about her perspective in something like this, what about when it came to marriage? Or kids? Or illness? Or jobs? Or any other major life event.

Her heart ached and she reached for her phone. She needed to tell him no. She needed him to understand the weight this put on her. Instead, she let herself scroll through pictures and remember moments in time- their stolen moments as a couple. They didn’t get to just be together. They were always between his locations or her work schedule.

If she moved in with him… they could have Sunday mornings together every weekend. There were plenty of children in need of a good therapist in Boston. She loved his family and hers would love the excuse to travel. If she could make long-distance work with a movie star she could make it work with her friends…

But if she moved she’d have to quit her practice that she loved and set her clients up with other therapists. She’d have to give up her beautiful apartment. She’d have to change her entire life while all he had to do was add her name to the mailbox and make some space in his already spacious closet.

They’d text each day, but between him getting ready to go back to set for the home stretch of filming, and trying to respect Y/N’s request for space, it was four days before Chris’s phone lit up with Y/N’s contact photo.

“Bunny,” he was breathless when he answered the phone; he’d practically sprinted across his rental apartment to snatch it off the counter.

“Hey,” her voice was quiet and Chris’s heart started to thunder in his chest. She was silent for a long moment and then said, “I missed your voice.”

A sigh of relief escaped Chris before he replied, “I missed yours too. How’s it going, honey?”

“I’m ready to talk.”

“Okay,” he was afraid to bring up the move, so he waited for her to continue on her own.

She took a deep breath, “my lease is up May 31.”

He didn’t speak right away and when Y/N didn’t either, he pressed, “that’s in two months.”

“I know,” she paused, “it seems silly to renew my lease if I’m going to end up moving.”

His heart pounded, but he tried to be casual, “so what are you thinking?”

“I want to move in with you,” Y/N’s voice was quiet, “if you’ll still have me.”

“Is it too soon to make jokes? Because I have jokes.”

She laughed, but said, “maybe not quite yet. I know that it's basically the timeline you were thinking of anyway, and it still feels really fast to me. I’ve been trying to think of a way to do this without rushing in and I only have two ideas. One: I find a place and rent it. I can sign a short lease and find a job and we can be nearby and see how that goes.”

Chris could deal with that. Of course, he wanted her at his house. He’d sell this house and find another home with her if that’s what she wanted. He would live in a tent in the woods for the rest of his life if it meant he got to be with her. But he held his breath while she kept talking.

“Option two is all in. I sell or give away most of my stuff, I don’t re-up my lease, I quit my job and start sending my resume to clinics up there.”

“Do you want me to listen or give my opinion?”

Y/N grinned, forgetting he couldn’t see her, “what a perfect response.”

“Well, which do you want?” He was practically panting he was so worked up.

“I want your opinion. Do you think it's smart to go all in or should we try living in the same zip code first? Or should we just for it?”

He tried not to rush his words but they came tumbling out fairly quickly nonetheless, “All in. Please." The prolonged silence made sweat prickle on his hairline. She'd asked for his opinion but she was now silent and he could hear the rustle of her movement on the other end of the line. Chris's phone started to vibrate in his hand and he saw that Y/N was requesting to switch to FaceTime; he accepted quickly and rested her on a pillow next to him.

"Hey, handsome," she cooed, her cozy set up by the window of her apartment back in place, her hair in a messy bun on her head, and her beautiful body wrapped in his sweatshirt. "I needed to see your face."

"You're killing me here, Bun," he admitted, trying to grin but knowing it was more a grimace.

She played coy, "why?"

"Y/N," he said quickly-- a rare occurrence, he seldom called her by her full name. "Come on."

"What, babe?" She was trying and failing to resist giggling and grinning. He wanted to settle his mind: he needed to hear her say it.

"What about the move?"

"Oh that," she took a long sip from the mug she was holding and took her time setting it on the windowsill before turning back to the camera. "I already told my landlord that I'm not renewing my lease."

Chris held his breath, "really?"

"I'm all in, too, Chris."

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