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Steve Rogers with glasses

yeah you're welcome

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Captain and Princess

A/N: sooo… I guess this is a new era for me? In some way? My blog’s gonna be a multi-fandom blog until further notice. Also, I know it’s insanely weird to post this now- so far away from his birthday- but it popped into my head and you gotta live with that now. Enjoy :)

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Pairing: Chris/Reader

“Well, aren’t you a pretty little princess,” you giggled as the door opened to reveal Chris, a rather cheap looking pink tiara perfectly placed on his head.

“Thank you!” he gasped in absolute delight, making you laugh as you stepped closer and right into his opened arms. “The guys are forcing me to wear this,” he explained in a murmur as he held you close to his chest, your arms around his neck.

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I hope I find someone that loves me the same way Stephen Colbert loves his wife ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

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Chris Evans and hugs

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you’re welcome

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Chris Evans in Gifted (2017) dir. Marc Webb

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chris: *jumps off stage in the middle of a panel to pet a dog*

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Tumblr turns the quality of this video to total shit, but one year ago tonight I got to see the individual droplets of sweat running down Justin Timberlake’s neck. God bless.

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I wonder if Tom gave him the idea.  Such a cutie and looks like Bobby!

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Milo Ventimiglia for Gio Journal || Summer 2019 photographed by John Russo.

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chris + his countdown for dodger 💓🐶

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Niall for Iheart radio 27/09/2019

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OK, so this is soooo soft 😩. I had to read it again before commenting & re blogging just so I could put my thoughts together on how much I loved this! My favorite exchange from the whole story:

"Mrs. Darke," he murmured with an almost dreamy sigh, another giggle from you following. "What does it feel like?"

You caressed his chest with tender hands as he slowly tugged on the belt of the bathrobe, loosening the knot and not taking his eyes off yours as it fell open a bit. "So badass," you responded, a chuckle falling from his lips.

"I feel like you only married me because of my last name," he grinned, his hands sneaking below the robe to curl around your waist.

"Shhhh," you leaned in and placed gentle kisses over his neck and shoulders, feeling the way his grip on you tightened, "no one needs to know about that."

Darke is such a badass name and I love the cute banter between the reader & Cez. It feels natural while still being playful, and is just so Nina 😉.

The foot massage (because I totally fantasized about exactly that every night we got back to the hotel while we were in NYC) and all of "darlings" killed me. I kinda actually feel very personally attacked on that issue 🤨😜. But then in classic Nina form, you went in a threw in that that super emotional & intimate scene when things were just starting to get streamy and the reality of the moment hits the reader with how much she really loves Cez and it just made everything feel so real and definitely so much more appealing & beautiful than typical wedding night fanfics 🥰😭.

In conclusion: I can't believe how talented you are and how lucky we are that you share your beautiful creativity with us. I ❤️ you Sunshine 😘

Remember When (Part 2)

A/N: This took forever, I know. I’m sorry.

Words: 2.6k

Pairing: Cez/Reader

Warning: Smut (kinda)

The sleeves of his white button down shirt were neatly rolled up to his elbows, his blue eyes soft and full of love as he gave you a warm smile. Stepping closer to you in the small elevator, he gently placed his hands on your waist and tilted his head down to rest his forehead against yours. “Thought I’d never get you to myself,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble in his chest. The reception of your wedding had dragged on for hours- in a positive way though- and you looked so forward to finally taking your shoes off.

“Ah, don’t be too optimistic,” you grinned and shook your head, “we’re not in our room yet. You don’t know what the pranksters might have in store.”

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Chris Evans for Esquire Middle East by Kurt Iswarienko, 2016