#raveviolet

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: It'll Be Fun They Said {Social Media AU}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader GF

Summary: A group paintball excursion sounds fun until the aftermath.

Note: I haven't done social media posts in a while and I don't think I have done one for Lewis. This one isn't very long (2 slides/posts) but I might do more.

Note II: The 2nd post I wish I could have found a pic with a girl with a bigger 🍑 but after days of searching this was as good as it got.😩 So if you got cakes just know I intended for this picture to showcase those cakes 😏😉🤭

Note III: As I mentioned I forgot to incorporate his F1 side so there are no comments by his F1 people. Lol🤦🏽‍♀️

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[theycallmebecca]

Can I request prompt #28 please? Thanks

Like most of my drabbles, I started this one with no clue where it was going to go and let the characters lead me. I like where it ended up. Since Tumblr can sometimes be a brat about links, I will reblog this post with a link to the masterlist, prompt list and tags.

Title: Hot & Cold

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, angst

Prompt #: 28 - “The truth? I like you. A lot. You make me happy, you make me laugh. You’re smart, you’re different. You’re a little crazy, but your smile alone can make my day.” (Bonus prompt #4 - “Get out of this house, my life and don’t ever return!”)

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

You’d had it with Chris and his confusing hot and cold reaction to you. Sometimes, you felt like he was being flirty with you and that he liked you. And then the next time you saw him, it was like the two of you were just acquaintances. It drove you crazy, wondering if he liked you or not.

Your original plan had been to just ignore him when you were in social settings, especially since the two of you had too many mutual friends to even try and avoid him completely. That had worked a couple times, but then he’d shown up at your house with some friends for a barbeque and had gotten really flirty with you.

It might have been the beers the two of you’d had that evening or maybe it had been inevitable, but he’d stayed the night and the two of you had slept together. You’d woken up the next morning with a headache, but also with the hope that you and Chris had gotten past the awkwardness.

Then he’d come into your kitchen dressed and acting like the two of you hadn’t fucked each other’s brains out.

Something in you snapped then and you’d shoved him as you screamed, “GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, MY LIFE AND DON’T EVER RETURN!”

Bigger than you, he’d managed to wrap you up in his arms so you couldn’t fight him and demanded to know what the fuck was going on.

Seething, you’d vented to him, accusing him of leading you on again and again. You ended by calling him a no good playboy.

By the time you’d finished spilling your guts, he was mad at you. He let go of you and pushed you into a chair at your dining table. Then he got in your face and said, “You want the truth?”

He didn’t wait for you to answer before he continued, “I like you. A lot. You make me happy, you make me laugh. You’re smart, you’re different. You’re a little crazy, but your smile alone can make my day.”

Your anger sobered, you said, “You like me?”

“Is that all you got out of that?” he asked.

“I heard the other stuff,” you assured him. “But you like me?”

“I like you a lot,” he repeated. “So much so that it drives me fucking crazy sometimes. I see you with our friends and there are sometimes all I want to do is steal you away and just be alone with you. Those are the days I have to distance myself to avoid temptation.”

“I like you a lot, too,” you told him. “And I wouldn’t mind spending more time alone with you.”

A heart beat later, you found yourself in his arms with his lips pressed against your own. He lifted you with ease and then carried you back to your bedroom for some more alone time.

[et-lesailes]

Good luck on your GRE!!!!! You got this! And could you add me to your taglist pretty please.

thank you so much!!! and sure thing love :)

[johnsbleu]

Caught up on the last 2 chapters and I am so happy they got engaged!!! It was so cute and definitely worth the wait.

omg yay im so glad you liked it!! 💕

[blacktithe7]

Loved this series so much and the ending was fantastic ❤️❤️ can’t wait for the epilogue

Thank you. That chapter probably went through five different versions before it was all done. I’m so happy y’all are enjoying it.

A Week in Boston

[avenger-nerd-mom]

Happy Birthday

@raveviolet Happy Birthday!

I don’t even remember when or why we started talking, but I want you to know, everytime I see your name, I smile! Thank you for letting me in, letting me get to know you. I enjoy our chats, and I want you to know I’m here whenever you need a friend.

Enjoy THIS birthday. Eat all the cake you can handle! Share the love, talk to old friends, make it the BEST!

Love, 

Cass

[thirstaidkitpodcast]

Came across your podcast on a reblog while I was quenching my Sebastian thirst and fell in love! I listened to a couple podcasts at work and I was laughing hysterically all day. Now I must binge them all!You're officially friends in my head!!

All my fave podcast hosts become Friends In My Head, raveviolet, so this is the highest praise!

We’re big fans of serendipity, and we like to think the univere often sends us exactly what we need when we need it, and we’re delighted you found us. Thirst really is a miracle. Thank you so much for listening to us and hearing us. We appreciate it!

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐣'𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜?

Title means fuck love

Genre: angst

Warning: false accusations, yelling.. some other stuff

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Author note: I ran out of titles so y'all will be getting stuff in different languages

I don't give you permission to post my content anywhere

Comment and reblogs welcome

Enjoy

Both you and Chris had just returned from a Christmas dinner with the Evans family. The whole time you were there he had ignored you, you had no idea why either. He had been ignoring you since this morning. At first you could take it, but after a while you had enough. You needed to know why.

Chris parked the car in the driveway, he quickly shut it off then exited the car. You groaned as you opened the car door letting yourself out. By time you reached the porch Chris had already entered the house.

You did the same. "What the hell is your problem?" You shut— well slammed the door as you entered. Dodger was about to greet you, but when he noticed you were upset he backed away and went to his bed.

You walked into the kitchen, Chris was standing over the counter with a beer in his hand. You walked over to him and took the bottle from his hand.

"So are you going to tell me what your problem is?" You watched as Chris clenched his jaw. His grip on the counter tighten as he shut his eyes and exhaled.

"y/n..." Chris turned to you. "I know you have been using me for my money and fame. I'm not surprised, most girls do, but I expected you to be different."

"What are you even talking about? Are you on drugs" you yelled.

"don't play dumb y/n." Chris walked away from you. "I know you have been using me for my money and to show off to your little friends. You aren't slick as you think."

At this point you were dumbfounded by his accusations. You weren't using Chris in anyway. You don't know where this was coming from, but it sure was far from the truth.

"what the fuck do you mean I'm using you? Where the fuck are you getting this?"

You walked over to Chris, you crossed your arms and looked at him as you stood a few inches from him. Chris eyes didn't meet yours, he simply looked off into the distance with a clenched jaw.

"your friend, Melissa, told me. she told me you were using me."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing right now. "Are you fucking serious right now?" You laughed. "Melissa isn't my fucking friend! She's my enemy and has been since college. She is jealous of our relationship because she knows she'll never have you!"

Chris was about to interrupt you, but you weren't finished. "And why the fuck are you listening to her? Im your girlfriend, you're supposed to trust me not some.. bitch you don't even know! Do you not trust me?"

If it was possible steam would be coming out of your ear from how angry you were at Chris. The fact that he would rather believe someone else other than you pissed you off.

Chris ran his hand over his beard. He said nothing to you and the more you waited the more it hurt you.

"you know what, I'm going to go. When you decide that you want to act like an adult instead of a child, call me."

You walked over to the kitchen table, you picked up your keys and walked out the house. part of you wanted him to run after you, but you knew his stubbornness was going to let him. You been with him for 4 years, you knew he wasn't going to cave or admit he's wrong that easily.

You got in the car and drove from Chris' house. You needed to clear your head without Chris being around to make you feel like shit over something you didn't do. Love fucking sucks sometimes.

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[zeldasayer]

Warm Like Whiskey: A Whiskey & Gin Story

Pairing: Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x Reader

Summary: Just a little Valentine’s Day treat for the beautiful Pedrhoes.

Warnings: Smut - daddy kink, praise, cockwarming, office sex, a spank, spitting, a little rougher, graphic sexual language. 18+

Masterlist

gif by @toesure

“Jack?” You sing, peeking your head into his office.

“Yeah, honey?” He asks looking up, cigarette between his lips, hands on his type writer.

“Do you want to compare field reports?” You ask, biting your lip.

Jack leans back in his chair, taking the last puff of his cigarette before smashing it into the ashtray and he smirks, “Always.”

You grin, stepping into his office and closing the door behind you.

“Lock it.” He says, lowly.

“Of course.” You agree and you do so before sauntering back to his desk.

You toss your files onto his typewriter and glide into his lap, facing him.

“I thought we weren’t going to see each other until dinner tonight.” Jack says.

You shrug, wrapping your arms around his glorious neck, “I couldn’t wait.”

Jack puts his palms flat on your thighs and you love the heat radiating off of them as he slips them under your dress.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?”

“Nope.” You sigh, shaking your head before pressing your lips to his and Jack deepens it almost instantly, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hands come around to squeeze your ass through your little dress that he so adores.

You whimper against his mouth as Jack digs his fingers to the soft flesh of your behind, pushing you up on to your knees and even more flush against him.

You pull away, licking his top lip as you leave and Jack pulls down on your dress to release your breasts now level to his face, taking your nipple in his mouth as your cradle his head.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.” He says into your chest and you hum as you run your fingers through his thick black hair. “You’re the dream. So good to daddy.”

You groan out to how he refers to himself. Your new favourite. Pulling his mouth up to yours by the back of his hair your kiss him again as Jack pushes the hem of your dress up and breaks the lock of your lips when he finds you not wearing any panties.

“Oh, baby...” he sighs, dragging his finger up your slit and it makes your body spasm on top of him. “Look at your pretty little pussy, bare under your dress?”

You nod, holding the dress up.

“You’re so bad.” He says, even quieter. “Daddy fucking loves it.”

You smile, bringing your hand down to circle your clit, and you watch Jack watch you intently, his mouth falling open.

“It’s such a shame we have all this work to do.”

“Isn’t it?” You say, playing along.

“Where are you going to sit?”

“Oh my god.” You laugh. “I told you not to say it like that!”

You swat his chest and he laughs, “You’re right. You’re right.”

Jack grabs the hand you playfully hit him with, incidentally the one you used to rub your clit, and he sucks your fingers. “You always taste so good, cherry pie.”

You give his nose a kiss and lean back to undo his belt, followed by unbuttoning his pants and he sighs as you pull his thick length from its confinement. You give him a few strokes before letting your spit drip from your tongue to this throbbing head and you use both hands to ready him for you. You stand, with your back turned to him, pulling your dress up and sink back down onto Jack slowly. You inhale sharply, succumbing to the exquisite way he stretches you and you hold your breath as he walks the chair closer to his desk. When you’re close enough, you kick your heels off and press your feet to Jack’s shins to keep you steady.

Jack kisses along your shoulder before he hums, “Now show daddy the good work you’ve done.”

“Fuck...” You sigh, letting your head fall back on his shoulder, but before you even make contact, Jack’s hand is in the back of your hair, turning your head to face back forward.

“Are you going to behave?” Jack snaps.

You nod, with a pout.

“Don’t give me that.” He grunts, bringing his other hand down to spank your pussy, and you yelp, trying to close your legs, but Jack keeps them open. “I said, show daddy the work you’ve done.”

“Yes, daddy.” You say through your teeth and flushed cheeks, before starting on your reports. Jack shifts in his seat and you clear your throat harshly as to not disclose your feeling of numbing pleasure.

You are so full of Jack you can feel him breathing and throbbing within you, and you know he wants to fuck you but his expression is composed. He’s so good at this and it fills you with frustration because the pressure is building inside of you and you wonder how he has such an incredible ability to make you lose control.

It’s not until Jack mumbles into your shoulder that you realize you’ve gone quiet trying to centre yourself. “Look at you, with your tits out, stuffed full of daddy’s dick. You look so fucking pretty”

You cry out as he bites down on your shoulder, and you bring your hand up to his face.

“Your hot little pussy is squeezing me so good, baby.”

“Jack....” You coo, looking back at him.

“What, love? Tell daddy what you want.”

“I want to cum.” You pout.

“Okay, baby.” Jack kisses your temple and pulls you back slowly with him deeper into the leather chair.

“Let daddy make you cum.” He whispers as your legs fall onto either side of his. “Let daddy make your pussy feel good, okay. Is that what you want?”

“Please, daddy.” You’re so aroused you can barely breathe and as Jack starts to move inside you, you cry out louder than you expected and his hand comes down hard against your mouth.

“Shhh baby, you gotta be quieter than that.” He says, but you just groan into his palm as he starts to fuck your harder.

“That is so fucking good.” You say into his skin and Jack’s breath is already ragged. He isn’t going last long.

Jack let’s go of your mouth and brings his hand down to rub your clit in the same rhythm he’s fucking you and you smile, letting your head fall back in hazy delight.

“Jesus Christ you have the tightest fucking pussy baby. I love fucking you.” Jack says, his voice like gravel. “I love your perfect tits, this pretty little mouth.” Jack brings his hand back up, fingers now slick in your wetness and you moan around them as he puts them in your mouth. “You take daddy so well. You drive me fucking crazy.”

“Oh, god!” You cry as Jack keeps hitting the same incredible spot over and over and you know you must be dripping into his pants.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Is that the spot?”

“Yes!” You gasp. “Don’t stop.”

Jack holds on to your inner thighs, almost outlining your sensitive pussy in a triangle as he pushes into your wetness with a growl.

“I love making you cum, I wish you could see how fucking pretty you look cumming on my dick.”

“Oh my fucking god.” You cry, eyes filling with tears and you’re losing your breath.

“Cum for me, my good girl. Daddy wants to feel that pussy cum.”

Your body hurdles forward in pleasurable response but Jack doesn’t stop, palm flat against your back as he fucks up into you.

“Doesn’t daddy take good care of you?”

“Yes!” You cry as you come undone around him and Jack grits a “Fuck” through his teeth.

Before the room even comes back into focus, your partner stands and your gasp loudly from the change. His hand slaps down on your mouth again as he continues his relentless fuck. Jack standing up right and you out and curled back round him, biting into his finger as pleasure washes through you again.

“Shit!” He says, pulling his hand away and pushing you down onto the desk, pulling your one leg up for better access. You squeal in delight from his rough handling and Jack tears your dress up to see your ass bounce against him, spreading your cheeks.

“That’s too fucking good.” He growls. “You are too fucking good.”

Jack wipes his hand down his face as his thrusts start to lose rhythm.

“Daddy loves fucking you, baby.” He inhales before his voice trails off, “Daddy only wants to fuck you because you’re just..... So. Good.”

Jack pulls out of you abruptly and you whine from the loss as he paints your ass cheek with his thick warmth, choking through a groan.

You stay this way, bent over his desk and panting, until Jack pushes the hair off the back of your neck and kisses the skin before helping you up. You turn with a smile, even though you’re both out of breath.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You beam.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.” He chuckles.

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Happy Valentine’s Day! 💘

Love, Zelda

[theycallmebecca]

First hope you enjoy your vacay!! Could you do a prompt with Chris & Ellie(they are my fave) PG-13 and the prompt would be summer theme of anything you can come up with 💕

So I’ve spent the morning packing and I’m am notorious overpacker… and since Ellie is from the same part of the world as me and she grew up going to the Oregon coast as well, I decided to make her an overpacker, too, much to Chris’s amusement!

So here is another sort of autobiographical drabble before I attempt to go edit the next Chris and Ellie episode to be posted over on @theycallmebeccawrites before I leave for vacation on Tuesday. 🤞

If you’re not familiar with Chris & Ellie, they are the main characters of my work in progress called The Chris & Ellie Series. You can check out their masterlist for more info.

Title: Packing

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC (Ellie Spencer-Evans)

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

June 30, 2019

Chris laid on the bed with his hands behind his head as he watched with amusement as Ellie packed for a week long trip to the coast. He’d learned early on in their relationship that she was a notorious overpacker, but watching her pack never failed to amuse him.

“Do you think two pairs of jeans is enough?” she asked. “I don’t have much experience with summer on the Atlantic coast.”

“It will be fine,” Chris assured her all the while resisting the urge to tease her. At least until she tossed a fourth sweatshirt onto the mountain of clothes on their bed. “You know we’re only going to be gone for a week, right? You don’t need to bring everything in your closet.”

Ellie turned from the dresser where she was pulling out panties and flipped him off. “Don’t complain to me when you are too hot or too cold,” she told him in her best mom tone.

Unable to help it, Chris started laughing and only laughed harder when Ellie tossed a pair of panties in his face.

“Don’t you have something better to do than harass me?” she sighed.

“No,” he replied with a grin, once he had sobered.

“Fine, then I’ll give you a task,” Ellie told him. “Go pick out clothes for Tommy for this week. I’ll review and pack them.”

Knowing it would take something off of her mental to do list, Chris pulled himself up and crossed the room, pausing to give her a big kiss before he left. He slipped into the nursery next door and smiled when he saw his almost five month old son fast asleep in his crib.

The baby had inherited Chris’s ability to sleep anywhere and everywhere, which was a blessing to his parents. It meant that Chris was easily able to see as he went through the dresser looking for things to pack, assuming it would be as easy as packing for himself.

However, Chris soon found himself finding a reason to pack every onesie, footie pajamas and everything in between. The only thing he knew for certain the baby wouldn’t need were the dress pants and bow tie he’d worn to a wedding a couple weeks earlier. By the time he left the bedroom, the basket he’d snagged on the way in was nearly overflowing.

Entering his and Ellie’s room, he saw Ellie’s mouth drop open in surprise before she started to snicker. 

“Oh shut up,” he muttered but even he found the situation amusing.

[et-lesailes]

the instagram error

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1208

summary: you and chris’ secret relationship is about to become public all because he has no idea how to use instagram...

themes: fluff, comedy

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notes: this one’s a little short, but it was just something fun i wanted to write since chris made his instagram! :) graphic creds to @thewritingdoll​

You smile in amusement as you rub lotion on your legs having just gotten out of the shower, watching your boyfriend tapping all over the screen of his phone in confusion. “Chris. It’s really not that complicated,” you remark with a laugh from your current seat at the edge of the bed, and he looks up from the device, scoffing playfully. “Look, I barely use this thing as it is unless it’s to occasionally tweet or take pictures of Dodger. Ya can’t blame me for having no idea how Instagram works.”

You giggle softly, standing up and coming over to his side, craning your neck trying to see what he’s posting. “You’re trying to do multiple pictures? Look, you tap on this first,” you explain, pressing on the icon on the right side of the screen, “then you select all the images you want in order.”

“Ohh.” Chris nods, grinning up at you. “Thanks, baby.” You chuckle softly as you go to the walk in closet, slipping out of your robe to change into pajamas. “Mmhm. Anytime.” He fiddles around with the phone for a few more minutes before finally locking it and setting it aside with a sigh. “Alright. That’s over with,” he exhales playfully as if exhausted, and you come back out of the closet dressed in a simple sleep tank with matching shorts. “What a hard life you lead,” you tease, crawling into the bed and yawning. “You ready for bed soon, babe?”

“Oh yes. I’m fucking exhausted.” Chris peels out of his clothing and you can’t help but stare, feeling incredibly thankful that the man sleeps in the nude every night. However, you soon look over to your nightstand, suddenly realizing your phone’s been going off like crazy. Blinking confused, you pick it up and look at the messages from your friends in your group chat.

“Giiiirl! That picture Chris just posted? SEXYYYYY!”

“Omg I thought you guys were still keeping the relationship on the dl?”

“Is this your way of telling the fans? Lmaoo”

“But why did he post it with a bunch of pictures of his dog….?”

Your eyes immediately widen as you stare at the flood of messages continuing to come in, now from other friends as well. “Chris,” you slowly murmur, “what the hell did you just post…?”

“Huh?” He looks at you in confusion as he’s getting into bed beside you. “Just some pictures of Dodger from our walk today, you know the really cute ones we took by the lake. Why?”

You take a deep breath and go to Instagram- you don’t even have to go to his profile because the photos pop up first on your feed. You swipe through- cute picture of Dodger, cute picture of Dodger, another cute picture of Dodger…

A mirror selfie of you in lingerie, a photo you had taken and sent to him one time just to tease when he was at work.

“Chris!!!” you practically scream, showing him the phone. When he sees it his blue eyes widen; he jolts up and grabs his phone. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!” He goes to his Instagram frantically, tapping the screen flustered. “How do I delete this?! How do you delete a post?!” You practically tear the phone out of his hands, deleting the pictures yourself before tossing it to the other side of the bed as though it’s a bomb.

The two of you slowly look at each other, panicked, discombobulated, stressed… until both of you suddenly burst out in laughter, realizing just how ridiculous the situation is. “Holy fuck. Thank god it wasn’t a nude,” he practically cackles, and you squeal just thinking about it, giggling breathlessly. “Chris. I can’t believe this. We were doing such a good job keeping our relationship a secret,” you laugh, “and it gets leaked from you? From a goddamn Instagram post?” You clap your hands, practically gasping for breath now, your smile stretched wide across your face as your shoulders shake from laughter. “Only you, Chris, only you!”

“Instagram is confusing, okay! Besides, I was doing the fans a favor. Your body is smoking, baby girl.” He points out with a playful smirk, throwing his arms around you tightly. “Shit, both of us are probably getting flooded with comments and DMs right now. We should probably address this, shouldn’t we…?” You sigh, smiling amused as you lean into his hold, holding his arms around you. “I mean, ever since they saw us in Defending Jacob together, they were “shipping” us anyways. It can’t be too surprising, right?” You yawn softly, tilting your head up to kiss him gently. “We’ll make a more formal announcement tomorrow morning. Let’s go to sleep now though, hm?”

Chris looks somewhat thoughtful but nods, leaning over to turn off the light before lying down with you. “Goodnight, Y/N. Love you,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, and you smile in content as you close your eyes. “Night, Chris. Love you.”

He doesn’t fall asleep just yet, though, despite the fact that you’re already drifting off beside him. Instead, he picks up his phone again, going to Instagram. This time when he makes a post, he’s very careful about selecting the photo he wants, practically triple checking that he hasn’t added anything else. He types up the caption and presses “Share” before settling down, soon falling asleep with his arms around you.

You wake up the next morning earlier than him, blinking sleepily. Picking up your phone to check it before letting yourself go back to sleep, you blink noticing a flood of messages once again.

“I just DIED at chris’ post. You are so lucky omg”

“CHRIS IS TOO SWEET!!!!! Pls stay together forever”

“I’m still crying rn omg he is so romantic”

You check your other notifications. Chris has tagged you in an Instagram post? You go to the picture and immediately widen your eyes in surprise.

It’s a selfie of you, Chris, and Dodger- Chris has his arms around you and his head on your shoulder, his blue eyes sparkling happily and his lips close to your cheek. Dodger is on your other side, his own mouth practically pulled back into a smile as his tongue hangs out. Your eyes drift to the caption. 

“Alright guys. Pretty sure almost all of you caught my little Instagram mess up, so it’s time to come clean. I don’t normally do stuff like this but I want to with this girl. This girl right here is the love of my life, AND the love of Dodger’s too. We met on the set of Defending Jacob and the rest is history. I’m so lucky to have her. She’s a little ball of love and energy, and she even manages to make this quarantine full of delight and excitement each and every day. I hope you guys can respect our relationship and show her the same love you show me.

And yes, she sends me some pretty sexy pictures. ;)” 

You giggle softly to yourself, glancing down at the sleeping man beside you. God, you love this man.

You set the phone aside and snuggle back into him, closing your eyes to fall back asleep, the soft smile remaining on your lips.

[johnsbleu]

My angst feels are on overload after that last chapter. Cant wait for the next one.Brilliant job as always!!

thank you!!! 💞

[blacktithe7]

Caught A Week from Boston on a reblog and delved into every chapter! It’s so good!! If you have a taglist can you please add me to it? 💗

So happy to hear you like it. I should have more to you soon.

A Week in Boston

[my-emotional-self]

Unexpected (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Pregnancy

Request: Hello, my request is that Chris’ wife goes into labour whilst they are around his Mum’s house except neither of them know it’s labour as she didn’t realize she was pregnant.  And Chris doesn’t know what to do but his mother helps to keep him calm and get his wife to a hospital where she delivers a healthy baby girl.

Requested By: Anonymous

It was a beautiful Sunday morning in Boston as you stretched your stiff muscles from a good night’s sleep. Chris was home from filming and you couldn’t be more ecstatic.  It had been roughly four months since he was home and you were happy to have him back.

Making your way to the bathroom, you felt a weird heaviness in your pelvic area, along with what felt like a back ache.  Not paying much attention to is as you thought you had just slept weird, you went to relive your bladder.  That was another thing that had been strange; you had been peeing a lot more than normal over the last few months but you chalked it up to drinking more water than you normally did.  

“Ready to head over to Ma’s for breakfast?” Chris asked as you were walking out of the bathroom; a smile on your face.  You placed your lips onto his, humming in appreciation at the delicate kiss.

“A good ole home cooked breakfast.  I can’t wait,” you exclaimed.  “I’m starving!”

As Chris drove the two of you to his mother’s house, you just couldn’t get comfortable in the car with the pain in your back and pelvic area.  

“Are you alright?” Chris said as he leaned his right hand over the console and massaged your thigh.

You took a few deep breaths, finding it weird that a pinch of your pain went away.  “Yeah.  I think so. I’ve just had this weird back pain this morning, and also down here,” you spoke while massaging your lower stomach.

“We could have just stayed home baby and you could have rested.”

You waved your hand, brushing him off.  “I’ll be fine.  Once I get some food into me.”

Chris laughed, taking your hand in his and giving the back of it a kiss.  

“Mmmmm, smells delicious,” you happily said while walking into Lisa’s house.  

“Only the best for you my dear.”

The three of you ate the most delicious breakfast you had ever tasted.  There was light chit chat, but as the morning went on, the pain in the middle of your body only seemed to worsen.  At one point, you were holding your back and having to breathe through the pain as you winced.

“Y/N are you ok sweetie?” Lisa asked with a comforting voice.  

You gasped as a painful jolt went through your abdomen.  “I…I think I just need to walk around a bit.”

As you got up from your spot on the chair, there was a sudden gush of water leaking from you down there, and you knew for a fact you hadn’t just wet yourself.  

Chris stood up so quickly the chair behind him went flying as his eyes landed on your pants; he could tell they were completely drenched.

“Ma what’s happening?” Chris asked with pure confusion and worry as he rushed to your side.  Your hands were trembling as you gripped onto him; your socks soaked through as you stood in a puddle of whatever just came out of you.  

Lisa was quiet for only a moment as she took in everything that had happened so far today and things you had mentioned to her months ago.  The weird nausea you had for a few days, thinking it was a stomach bug; how your breasts felt tender even though you never got your periods because of the certain pill you were on.  

“Oh my.  Y/N sweetie.  You’re pregnant!”

“What!” came a chorus from both you and Chris.  

“No, no that’s not possible Ma!  She’s on birth control,” Chris stated as his eyes moved back over to your body.  As much as you were beginning to panic, you knew Chris was in his early stage of having an anxiety attack.  

“Have you missed some of your pills before Y/N?”

You winced, holding onto your stomach as another fierce pain rippled through.  Taking deep breaths, Chris held onto your hand.  Once the pain passed, you nodded your head. “Yeah.  Umm, I’ve missed a few days here and there before but I would take it as soon as possible.”

“That’s how you could have conceived a child.  Also, the pill is not 100% effective.”

Another bout of pain soon tore through you and you screamed, clenching onto Chris’ hands for dear life.

“Ma, I-I don’t know what to do here!” The panic in his voice was evident as Lisa quickly went into mom-mode.

“Alright, from how much pain she’s already in, I’m going to assume this is going to be a fast pregnancy. Her contractions are very short apart. Chris help her into the backseat of the car and sit there with her while I drive us to the hospital.”

With quick thinking from Lisa, you were laying down in the backseat of the vehicle with your head in Chris’ lap.  

“You need to keep her calm Chris.  Help her through her pain as best as possible,” Lisa said from the front as she backed out of the driveway.  

His hands came up to your head as his fingers began to thread softly through your hair.  It definitely helped calm you down as he whispered softly into your ear.  “It’s going to be ok sweetheart.  Everything will work out just fine.”

“But we didn’t plan this. It’s so unexpected and we aren’t prepared,” you began to sob, still not understanding how you were about to give birth and you didn’t even know you were pregnant.

“Sshhhh,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your forehead.  “We’ve talked about starting a family before we got married.  It’s what we both want.  We just happen to be starting it a lot sooner than planned.”  That earned a chuckle from you.  “But you are going to be an amazing mother to our child Y/N.”

Another teared rolled down your cheek as you looked up at him, giving him a nod.  His thumb softly swiped your tear away as he smiled down at you. “And you are going to be a wonderful father.”

~~~

“Push Y/N!  Come on, just one more push and it will all be over,” the doctor encouraged you as you were gripping onto Chris’ hand, not even giving a damn if you were to break it at this point.  The pain was too much and you just wanted it to end.   Everything happened so fast by the time you got to the hospital; it was too late to give you pain medications.  

You gave a strangled cry as you pushed as hard as you could; Lisa dabbing your sweat stricken forehead with a cold cloth and encouraging you along with Chris.  “Come on baby you can do it,” Chris spoke into your ear.  

You let out a deep breath as the baby began to cry; a relieved smile washing over you as you knew it was all over.  

“It’s a girl!” the doctor remarked as Chris had the scissors in hand to cut the umbilical cord.  

~~~

“She’s perfect,” Chris cooed as he sat in the chair next to you, holding your new daughter.  You looked on lovingly to him, happy to have your own little family.  

After you had gotten settled into your room, the doctor was the first person to come in and talk to you about how it wasn’t common, but some women do carry full term and not realize they were pregnant; you had just been one of those lucky women.  

But now, as you gaze happily at your husband holding your new born daughter, you knew everything he said was true.  It would all be ok in the end; it would all work out.  

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙨 3

Last part

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:

You're 5 Months pregnant with Chris' child, but here's the thing, you both aren't together. You both had a one night stand which led to your pregnancy. You both were friends with benefits, but minus the friends think. You hated each other's guts, but Unfortunately you had to work it out for your unborn child sake and it's quite a mess

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

Angst

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Tw blood, hospital things, some other surprises but not graphic

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Chris Evans x ex reader

𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Friends with benefits, enemies to ********

My whole ass masterlist

𝐼 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑆𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑇𝑂 𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝑌 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝐴𝑁𝑌𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝐸𝐿𝑆𝐸

Right away you were rushed into the hospital and into surgery by doctors. Chris was freaking out in the waiting room as he waited for news on you and the baby.

He couldn't sit down, his heart was racing a million miles per hour as he feared the worse. What if you lost the baby? What if he lost you? His thoughts were all over the place and it wasn't doing him any good.

"hey Chris, I got your call." Chris turned around to see Emily. "Hey." He pulled Emily into a hug. "What happened?"

Chris ran his hands over his face, "I don't know, I just got back and she was in the tub full of blood. Chris shivered as the image filled his head again.

"oh my god, I'm sorry." Emily wrapped her arms around Chris rubbing his back. Chris allowed it until the doctor came out. Chris walked over to him.

"are they ok!?"

The doctor put his hand out telling Chris to calm down.

"uh they're ok. Uh your wife lo-" "ex." Emily interrupted.

A silence fell between them three before the doctor ignored her and kept going. "She lost a lot of blood And she's in a medically induced comma. uh... Your baby came a little early." Chris ran his hand over his face after he said that. "We're going to have to keep them in the NICU until they get better."

"can I see her?" Chris asked the man with pleading eyes. "Him and yes, follow me." The doctor said.

Chris began to follow. Emily started to do the same. "Emily please.." a sigh fell from his lips. "I need to go alone."

She nodded letting him go. Chris continued to follow the doctor until he reached the room where his little guy was. He was Hooked up to so many machines and tubes it broke Chris' heart.

His eyes filled with tears as he reached into the little opening and took the very tiny hand in his. Through his tears Chris looked down at the frail baby. "Hi little guy, it's your daddy here.." Chris smiled slightly. He ran his thumb over the little hand before pulling his hand out.

He swallowed as he blinked back his tears.

"would you like to go see y/n Mr Evans?"

Chris turned, nodding his head. "Yes, please."

The doctor and Chris stepped out of the nursery and walked to your room that was down the hall.

Chris stepped into your room as they reached it. You laid on The bed, unconscious with a few tubes Hooked up to you as well.

"we think that what caused her to lose blood was stress. Not sure what caused it, but it's not good." The doctor told Chris before he left the room on another call.

Chris closed his eyes, he breathed out softly as he sat down on the chair beside the bed. He knew this was all his fault. He should have just listened to you.

He took your limp hand in his. He looked over your face, "y/n..." A tear slipped from Chris' eyes. "Y/n, I'm sorry."

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I'll be making the masterlist later

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[nickysurfer28]

Master list 6/20/20

Prince of Dreams Series

chapter1

chapter2

chapter3

chapter4

chapter5

chapter6

chapter7

chapter8

chapter9

chapter10

chapter11

chapter12

chapter13

chapter14

Hot sessions:

Hot afternoon by the pool with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: on the couch with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: in the car with Chris Evans

Hot sessions: man cave with Steve Rogers/winter solider

Hot sessions: man cave part 2 with Nomad Steve Rogers/infinity war

One shot/imagine :

imagine being quarantine with Johnny storm

Writing challenge for #SeasonsOfFiction2020 :

Camping Trips..what could go wrong? With Johnny storm

Requested Johnny Storm fic:

One Year Anniversary

Fierce Obsession Series (Bryce Langley)

Part 1

Part 2

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