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mrs-johansson · 10 months

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Strangers in the night - Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Part 15:

Laying in bed, watching Dateline was probably the most comforting thing we could’ve been doing. I worked a 15-hour day and not gonna lie I was exhausted, but I really wanted to spend time with Scarlett.

“I’ve never asked you about the tattoo on your back,” her hand softly brushed over the ink on my bare back. “It’s really beautiful,” her soft words and touches gave me goosebumps.

“I’ve got it made in Thailand, tattoos are a form of protection to ward off evil spirits there. They are believed to be magical, called Sak Yant. This very old woman did it with a bamboo type of thing and dipped that into ink.” “Did it hurt more? It probably did,” she chuckled lowly. “Oh yeah, she was hitting that into my back. Not a nice feeling.” “And what does it mean?”

Explaining every little detail of line, she was paying attention like I was explaining the secrets of the world. Her fingers followed every curve and mark.

“I wanted to ask you something though, and I want your honest opinion,” spoke Scarlett. I turned around and laid next to her, as she was now sitting with her legs crossed, “I’m thinking about dying my hair.” “Yeah? What color?” I asked. “Brunette… not too dark, not too light. I don’t know, I’m kind of bored of blonde. What do you think?” I squinted at her, doing my best to imagine her with brown hair. “It would be hot. You would keep the length, right?” I sat up, brushing a piece of hair out of her face. “Mhm,” she hummed and I left my hands on her cheeks. Framing her smooth and perfect face.

Her soft but strong hands curled around my thighs and pulled me in her lap. Scam knew how to accompany me in bed, as we’ve fallen into it with each other for a few months now. We had already drunk a couple of glasses of wine and had dinner hours ago. Caught up on what happened throughout the day and I just really wanted to turn off my mind.

She had me under her spell, wrapped tightly around her slender finger for no one else to have. And I didn’t mind one bit. Started slowly undoing the buttons of my pj shirt, never breaking eye contact. Her hands gently slid under the hem of my shirt to hold my hips. The corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile at my touch as I moved to gently suck on her neck, earning a small hum of appreciation.

“I missed you today,” I mumbled against her skin. Her hands smoothly removed my shirt, throwing it on the floor. “Mhm, you did?” The husk in my ear just gave me goosebumps. Quietly moaned under my breath as my eyes were closed, entrapped in Scarlett’s soft kisses. “Yeah,” I whined as her teeth dug into my skin. I wrapped my fingers into her hair, pulling her slightly back as I scattered kisses and bites onto her neck. “You’re not filming in the next couple of days, yeah?” I asked. “No,” Scarlett mumbled. “Lucky me.” Sucking on her pulse, she let out small whines and moans. Leaving hickies is probably something that teenagers do, but damn how I love to do that. Her left hand was carefully placed around my neck, lightly squeezing it. Scarlett’s other hand went down on my wet panty, rubbing my clothed core. “Hmm… more,” I sighed into the crook of her neck. “You’re wearing too much,” I breathed out while pulling on her shirt.

In no time we threw away every piece of clothing separating us. She grabbed my breast, caressing it carefully with her veiny pretty hands. I moaned. Even if I tried to hold it in, I knew I couldn’t have and she knew it too. Still, on her lap, she slid her hand on my stomach way too slowly for my liking. “Scarlett please…” I squeezed her right wrist as her hand was holding me up, from the underside of my thigh. “What do you want, hm?” Her husky words and that smirk just drove me crazy. “You! Just do something,” her fingers were edging so close to where I needed her the most.

The next second I was lifted off her lap and Scarlett was holding me up before softly laying me on my back. “Oh my god,” I held onto her shoulders for a second. “What? You think I spend hours at the gym for nothing?” She asked with a smirk. “Oh no, I know that you’re strong. Maybe without these biceps, we wouldn’t be here,” I squeezed her biceps playfully and we both chuckled, Scarlett hiding her face in the crook of my neck.

She lifted her face and we were inches apart. I was looking between her eyes and her full lips. With a quick kiss to the edge of my mouth, she lowered her head down to my core. I quickly found Scarlett’s hand with mine and intertwined our fingers.

Scar trailed her tongue from my clit, to my belly, my abdomen, the valley of my breasts, and to my right nipple. She licked it before placing a gentle kiss and biting it, she was smiling. “You’re obsessed,” I chuckled as my fingers ran through her hair, massaging her scalp. “You too though,” she mumbled. “That I am.”

Just the next moment she pushed two of her fingers inside me slowly. “Fuck,” I breathed out. She smiled as her mouth returned between my thighs, eating me out like there was no tomorrow.

She kissed my inner thigh softly while tossing my right leg over her shoulder. She butterfly-kissed my clit before starting to suck it. I took a sharp breath in and squeezed her hand. "Scar," I moaned once I felt her tongue inside me.

"More baby," I whimpered once she began to move my clit with her thumb. Her movements quickened and my skin was burning. “I’m gonna… Scar quick,” with one last lick I was sent over. I was panting, my thighs were shaking and my eyes were closed. “You did so good, love,” Scarlett came up and softly kissed me. I held onto her shoulder, before pulling her down on me with a hand on her back. “You know, when I think about how we got together just now, it makes the past few years worth waiting for you. Sex with you just… unbelievable,” I said while trying to catch my breath. Feeling Scarlett’s smile on my skin was unmatched. “Glad to hear that. The same goes back to you, though. You have magic hands, darling,” she left small kisses along my neck then trailed them up to my lips.

I cupped her face with my hands, brushing the fallen blond locks out of her face. “Thank you for making me happy,” I looked between her eyes and the little smile on her lips was something I’m gonna cherish forever. “Thank you for letting me,” her words were personal and filled with feelings.

The urge to say my feelings was so tempting but just a little more time till I’ll do it. I’m not in a rush and I feel happy in every little moment we have together. She is here and we are present, that’s all we need these days.

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“I’m gonna go, can you please text me when you get to the airport?” I walked back into the bedroom, seeing Scarlett had sat up in bed already. “Will do,” she yawned and I smiled at her tired look. “There’s some coffee and I got you breakfast. Tell Rose I miss her when you talk,” I leaned down, one hand on her cheek, and kissed her. Her eyes remained closed but a small smile pulled on her lips. “You’re the best, baby. Have fun today.” “You too, I’ll see you tonight.”

Leaving the hotel, I could already see the paparazzi from the lobby. I put on my sunglasses and a confident posture.

Stepping out, flashes went crazy and thankfully it wasn’t dark out so I was already used to the lights. “Y/n! Is it true that you’re dating someone?” “Do Chris and your sister getting married?” “I heard you’re dating someone older, can you confirm?” And I quickly got inside the car. “Way to start the morning.”

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“Y/n we’re ready for you,” came in the trailer one of the set assistants. “Okay, thank you.”

I had most of my scenes with Kate McKinnon and we had a lot of fun so far filming. She is a very cool person and funny but also professional which makes everything easier.

We had multiple locations around LA to film and people always found where we were. And I immediately saw at least a dozen people being fenced away from the set. I had no choice but to walk past them and as they saw me, it all went downhill.

“Y/n please can we take a picture?” I heard one girl and I most definitely didn’t want to ignore them because I would seem rude. So I turned to them with a small smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t take pictures right now but I’ll sign something for you if that's good,” I said and the girl nodded. She must have been around 18 or something since she seemed to be alone here. I signed her phone case and we exchanged a couple of words before I had to go film.

Ignoring fans was never a thing for me. My dad always taught us that regardless of how people treat you, always be nice and friendly. And I don’t see the point of being the opposite. I try my best every time to be polite and respectful even if the paparazzi is being an ass.

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After a couple of hours of filming, we had my scene done where I go to Roger Ailes’ office. It was a difficult scene and I was actually glad we had finished it.

Scarly🌻: I’ve got the package😎

me: the package?

Scarly🌻: your sister and Evans

Scarly🌻: the package

Scarly🌻: crazy lovebirds

me: right😂 third wheeling today you think?

Scarly🌻: already, I could’ve just written it on my schedule

me: I’m sorry😂 I don’t think I’ll be able to get to the hotel before dinner so I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant

Scarly🌻: alright, we’re gonna get lunch. Have you had any yet?

me: I’m waiting for it now, we’re moving locations so I have some time off

Scarly🌻: text me when you finished?

me: ofc, have fun babes❤️

Scarly🌻: you too😘

We had moved to an outside location and it was already dark out. I mostly filmed in a restaurant but then outside too. Not gonna lie I was cold for a while, but after we did multiple takes I got used to it.

After we all finished I quickly changed and redid my makeup then I made my way toward the restaurant.

#gxg #scarlett johansson x you #scarlett johansson x female reader #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson smut #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson imagines #chirs evans

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daylightdreamscape · 1 year

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On red one set.

#chirs evans #red one #im not at home now. I’ll post correctly and I come home 😅

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exquisitedudes · 2 years

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Requested by Anonymous.

[↓ Link to the video at the source of this post]

#Chirs Evans #Instagram #A Starting Point #my favorite chirs #Captian America PSA #exquisite dude #exquisite 3dits

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hoteldreamss · 5 months

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Imagine || Chris Evans

Метки: сцена 18+; измены (читательница и Крис не изменяют друг другу).

Это определённо было неправильным, если кто-нибудь узнает. Но никто не знал, кроме тебя и Криса, который продолжал вдалбливаться в тебя, пока твоя обнажённая попа трётся о жёсткий бежевый ковёр, твоё повседневное платье задралось, а волосы распались из незамысловатой причёски. Тихие стоны удовольствия разносятся по всей гостевой. Тебе нравится чувствовать его губы на своём лице, шее и декольте, ты доверяешь ему, хотя знаешь, что он может пометить тебя укусами или засосами, тебе всё равно.

Вы достигаете края, испытывая расслабление от своего быстрого и дикого секса.

Крис поправляет джинсы. Ты поправляешь своё платье, хоть и с трудом из-за того, что Эванс всё ещё лежит на тебе.

— Тебе нужно уходить. — Ты разрушаешь молчание между вами, заглушая тиканье часов и шум холодильника. — Себастиан скоро вернутся.

— Почему бы ему тогда не увидеть, что он упускает? — интересуется Крис усмехаясь и наклоняясь к тебе. Он оставляет несколько поцелуев у тебя на губах, а затем на тво��х щеках.

Ты не сдерживаешь своей улыбки, пока его короткая борода слегка царапает твою кожу, заставляя хихикнуть.

Пальцы зарыты в его немного жёсткие волосы на голове, но тебе всё равно нравится играться с ними.

— Знаешь, мы могли бы побыть вместе на выходных, — предлагаешь ты. — Себастиан собирается поехать на теннисный корт, провести там время со своими придурками друзьями. Они хотят остаться там на ночь.

— Звучит как хорошая идея для мужской крепкой дружбы. — Крис отстраняется от тебя, и ты видишь его ухмылку. Тебе и самой смешно от его слов.

Эванс приподнимается. Но он всё ещё близок к тебе, заставляя твои щёки слегка покраснеть от его пристального взгляда.

Тебе нравится его взгляд, наполненный восхищением.

Крис всегда был таким ласковым с тобой, и ты могла бы подумать, что он чертовски влюблён в тебя, и ты будучи замужней, знающей какими могут быть мужчины, могла бы не доверять Эвансу.

Себастьян выбрал тебя только потому, что ты была хорошенькой, идеальной женой, послушной, милой и желающей угодить своему мужу. Хотя ты была рада удачному браку, тебе всё равно казалось, что быть замужней будет чертовски сложно, а Себ был настойчивым, обаятельным и обеспеченным. Твои родители были рады вашей свадьбе, а ты была рада, что хоть где-то смогла преуспеть. И может тебе стоило думать лучше, когда ты выходила замуж за мужчину, которого не любила, но тогда ты просто хотела быть хорошей девочкой для всех, быть хорошей дочерью и милой жёнушкой.

Может ты не переживала, когда узнала, что твой муж трахает любых женщин, попавших ему под руку, в конце концов, он был тем, кто содержал тебя, тебе не на что было жаловаться, кроме как на отсутствие любви и верности, но ты также не чувствовала любви к Стэну. Ты сохраняла верность, пока он не сделал обратного. И, может быть, ты немного была рада этому, потому что твоя тяга к Крису теперь не должна была подавляться тобой. Ты просто отдалась своим желаниями и чувствам, и Эванс не противостоял тебе.

Он был вашим соседом, иногда приходя к вам в гости, знал Себастиана, они были неплохими знакомыми, но Крис никогда не принуждал тебя задуматься о ваших действий, он не стыдил тебя и не насидел на тебя. Он просто был хорошим любовником, иногда заставляя тебя излишни рисковать. Ты понятия не имела, что было в голове у Криса, чувствовал ли он такое же желание, как и ты? Или может Эванс просто хотел быть крутым парнем, трахая замужнюю женщину по соседству?

— Мы могли бы поужинать вместе в субботу?

Крис заводит одну руку под голову, лёжа на бежевом ковре гостиной и наслаждаясь видом. Ты поднимаешься, одёргивая платье и оглядываясь по сторонам в поисках нижнего белья.

— Да. В шесть? — интересуешься ты, наконец, замечая то, что искала.

— Тебя ждёт ужасно вкусный ужин. — Эванс поднимается, но всё ещё не встаёт, он лишь тянется к тебе, хватает за ногу, притягивая тебя к себе, и ты поддаёшься, подходя к нему ближе, невольно обнимая его, пока стоишь между раздвинутых ног Криса, а он прижимается щекой к твоему бедру и ластится. — Может, мы могли бы заняться чем-то помимо дикого траха?

— Может быть, — произносишь ты, снова проскальзывая пальцами сквозь его грубоватые волосы. — Тебе пора, Крис.

Легко выскользнув из его объятий, ты направляешься к кружевному клочку ткани на полу.

#imagine #русский imagine #imagine на русском #chris evans x female reader #chirs evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut

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miss-tribbiani · 1 year

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If someone asked me would you sell your left lung for a fancy dinner with one of these men?

Not even blinking I'd say yes.

#how is he so fine #daredevil #chirs evans #charlie cox #sebastian stan #andrew garfield #ben barnes #Henry Cavill #I love men #Not just any men #THEM #Potential dilf

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cevansbaby-dove · 22 days

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Face Claims for my RP blog.

Chris Evans as himself.

Alyica Debnam-Carey as Ellie Evans:

chloe grace moretz as Older Ivy Evans

Sabrina Carpenter As Ava Evans:

Dylan Minnette as Older Matthew Evans:

#face claims #Chirs Evans #Ivy Evans #Matthew Evans #Ava Evans #Ellie Evans #the evans family

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introvertedlass · 1 year

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So I know some people think Chris and her will be in LA this weekend especially for that tea party tomorrow. // I’ve noticed this fandom likes to jump to conclusions and assume things that can cause panic in the fandom. I think it’s best to sit back, let it play out and stop assuming. It is what it is tbh

Exactly

#chris evans pr #chirs evans

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colorfulcockroach · 8 months

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罗马尼亚夏日神像

Sebastion的妹妹要结婚了，在罗马尼亚。

妹妹本来不想大费周章，但是母亲建议来次旅行婚礼。自己年轻的时候从康斯坦察搬到维也纳又搬到美国纽约州，太繁琐太仓促的路途上都没有好好看看风景，而且妹妹一直说想去看看维也纳墨蓝色的多瑙河。

上路的时候带上了seb。

现在是夏天。晚上sebastion在长滩拍完最后一场戏——骑摩托甩掉背后追自己饰演角色的敌人，sebastion摸了一把自己的脸，脸上有很多水珠，洛杉矶临海夜晚的空气湿湿的。

“seb，有人找。”助理在旁边招手，指了指拍摄公路旁边亮着霓虹牌子的休息站餐厅。sebastion吸了吸鼻子，下了摩托。推开门听到铃铛发出响声，可能因为潮湿的空气没有那么清脆。现在已经很晚了，没有客人，sebastion看到自己的妹妹一个人坐在角落里，桌子上印着“Old Chub”烫金泡泡字的空易拉罐已经堆了很多。

“sebby，你爱喝的。”妹妹扔了一瓶在sebastion怀里，是Oskar Blues Brewery出的新款。sebastion叩开易拉罐环喝了一口脚勾着凳子坐下。妹妹今天穿的白色碎花裙子，很好看。

休息站餐厅窗户很大，风会吹进来。看不清的灌木在窗边沙沙的响，但是sebastion知道灌木那一边就是Sunny Jim's Sea ，那里的山洞到傍晚会变成紫色，还可以看见成群的海鸟。

“sebby，别发呆了。我知道你很难。”

妹妹放下易拉罐狠狠磕到了桌子，sebastion觉得或许一会儿自己该给这张木质桌板道个歉。他歪着头盯着那个易拉罐，水雾在上面领结汇聚然后沿着瓶子滑下来，干涩而缓滞。

“sebby，我知道你什么打算。但是，嘿，看在妈妈的份上，你这个戏拍完了就给我回家来，去罗马尼亚小时候的房子里休息一段时间，然后参加我的婚礼，好吗？”

sebastion还是盯着那些水珠，它里面装着一座蓬莱仙岛。

“你不准又消失掉，你不能一直这个状态，”妹妹顿了一下，“不是演戏就是发呆。你本来的自己哪去了？”

本来的自己哪去了？陷入角色的困境或者抽出身穿着亮粉色出席名流的宴会，很多次sebastion自己要求戴上墨镜，这样就可以把四处缠绕的笑脸，像微小宇宙爆裂发出白昼亮斑的记者摄影灯，时而沉闷时而刺眼的目光，所有的东西都模糊掉，然后快速完成工作逃离现场。之后的一段时间，sebastion发现自己可以不用墨镜也可以逐渐把眼前的一切看成流动的油画，摸不到的这些事物一点点变成五彩斑斓的油墨滴飘在空中。

“Chris最近找了女朋友。”妹妹抬头盯着seb的眼睛。

“Chiyako。I know。”说话了，终于。sebastion感觉嗓子也糊上了水汽，还想说点什么的时候，字母音节就已经融化在水雾里不见了。seb知道自己的声音这样听起来软绵绵的。seb讨厌自己的声音。

“跟我回去，听到没有。”有的时候seb感觉自己一直都是一场盛夏的暴雨，带着某种隔天就要腐朽的死亡气息，所以才会有如此决绝的盛大，然后像蝉一样突然闭嘴，终结在夏天。

“OK。fine，fine。”sebastion敢打赌自己如果不答应的话，妹妹今晚估计就不走了。

但，事实上今晚立即被领走的是seb自己。妹妹直接在片场拽了助理，助理点头说拍完了可以放sebastion回家。seb真的有些恍惚，所有人都看得出来。

之后妹妹好像松了口气，出去的时候骄傲的拍了拍一辆停在星球形状白赤灯下的红色小SL。那个灯下面有很多扑簌的小虫。“爸爸送的结婚礼物。”sebastion吸气笑了笑，钻进了车里。

看不见一点光的山路只有妹妹的奔驰发亮的铺着前路，旁边的海树有点像高大的浮萍，空气里有海腥气息和海鸟喝雨水的味道，皮椅咯吱咯吱的seb不喜欢听，所以打开了车载音响。

For the love. I'd fallen on

In the swampy August dawn

What a mischief you would bring young, darling

When the onus is not all your own

When vou're up for it before you've grown

Wow-wow

或许seb听过这首歌。它唱着——

我落入潮湿的八月，我受过太多痛苦。

seb在黑暗里看到海市蜃楼。

几个月前拍「The Falcon and the Winter Soldier」的时候sebastion在布拉格呆了很长一段时间，他们都住在橘色小砖砌成的prague街区44号——剧组专门为zoom男爵这个皇族角色租借的一套别墅。Chris没有戏却大老远飞过来了。

他胡子又长了。装模作样地站在门口，叉着腰开玩笑说让退役的美国队长来看看他的老朋友。在场的MCU编剧导演都笑了，他到底来看谁的大家一清二楚。

chirs径直踏了进来，seb坐在那个布满灰尘但仍然五颜六色的希腊硬沙发上。chirs好像谁都没空理，像一个徒步旅行很久的流浪者，不坐上那个沙发休息的话下一秒就要累死。seb感到身边的沙发位置轻轻的震了一下，然后chirs的手搭了上来。

seb想站起来走人，或者像刚刚演戏那样——用自己套着瓦坎达机械臂的左胳膊，给那个人来一下。当然后来在剧里他确实情绪激动的摔了zoom的白瓷茶杯，还差点掐上他的脖子。

现在没有在拍摄，但是seb要求自己一直沉浸在角色里。The endgame里chirs跳了那个该死的舞之后就不再饰演美国队长了，按剧里的说法，well，他到月球上享福去了，但是特么的自己仍然要按照MCU的要求像James Buchanan Barnes一样生活。seb现在就是恢复记忆之后被某个人残忍留在现代的可怜小鹿仔。

Chirs不会不知道他这张脸现在出现在尚未出戏的seb面前意味着什么。

拍完endgame之后seb想这是最后一次做了，和chirs，或者正确的说是steve。

seb还留着长发穿着bucky的褐色夹克，Chris来敲他休息室的门。seb手里拿着卷成筒的台词薄被chirs抵在墙上亲吻。外面就是电影里那个美国队长去还宝石并永远消失直到变老才回来的树林。seb突然很委屈，他任由chirs的手插进自己的头发里，然后一点点尝着chirs嘴唇的味道，像半罐过期的桃子酱，像满束衰败的野雏菊。

chirs进入的时候叫他seb。可是sebastion觉得他是steve，他现在一点也不像chirs，steve是理性的箴言、神圣的条约、至高无上的律法。seb有点痛，但是更多的是难过。在无数次的顶弄里，seb听到脑海里有人叫他bucky。

委屈到了顶点就像吞了玻璃碎片，满口的鲜血却吐不出来。

seb的手指尖冒了细密的汗珠，但仍然死死抓住台词本。chirs松开搂着seb腰的手去拨开衣服拉链，然后把sebastion套着机械戏服的胳膊猛的抬高，从seb的颈窝亲到胳膊内侧的软肉。seb手有一点软，被chirs抽掉了台词本，扔在地上。

“求你了，求求你……”seb在chirs咬自己耳朵的时候抱住他，并且有点想哭，但到底在求什么自己也不知道，只是在chirs告诉自己他不走的时候，seb整个人溺在暗色里喷薄而出。

现在他来干嘛。又想装防止巴恩斯落入深渊的好人吗？

sebastion转头看着蓝色眼睛笑的特别像金毛的chirs，语气还保留在刚刚拍戏跟Sam讲话时的不耐烦。“你来这里干什么，拍狗粮广告吗？”

Anthony在一边儿笑。“他想你了，过来看看你不行吗？”anthony在一边也穿着戏服，chirs感激的看了他一眼，算是打了招呼。

“OK，come on，这里没有他的戏请他出去好吗？”seb干脆直接站起来转到导演面前，另一手拽着穿着米色衬衫的chirs，把他送出了prague44号。外面有点飘着小雨，chirs还是一脸笑的任由seb把他推到门外的台阶上，黑色带一点金的短头发立刻沾上了细小的雨珠。

Chirs翘着嘴角，瞳孔里装着蓝色星星。

小的时候seb经常听莎士比亚的歌剧「罗密欧与朱丽叶」，剧中经常唱‘把我的罗密欧给我，当他死的时候，把他带走，把他刻成一个个星星，他会使天堂的面貌变得那么美丽，全世界都会爱上黑夜，而不会崇拜太阳。’seb疑惑为什么会因为星星爱上黑夜。

chirs还在笑，他知道这个时候自己的脸就是seb委屈的解药。sebastion好像明白了或许朱丽叶爱得从来就不是那个男孩西装革履发胶的香味飘到鼻子里，而是回家路上下雨他把扣子解开额发湿了一点在等车的那一刻。

戏演到三分之二了，中午阳光很好的时候导演要求拍sam与bucky抢夺新美队盾牌的打戏，bucky被击中要害吐了口血，跪在了那个粘着血浆的红蓝盾牌前。seb有点恍惚，他想起曾经很多次拍Captain America系列的时候自己跪在chirs裤裆前也是这个姿势，湿漉漉地张着嘴。

seb现在又开始感到很委屈，他有点分不清是bucky barnes在委屈还是真正的sebastion stan在委屈。

黑漆漆的拍摄镜头怼在seb脸上，他爬了起来，手里抓着盾站在从破旧大楼窗户射进来的阳光里。导演很满意的得到了他想要的镜头效果，随后bucky把盾牌扔给了sam，很重的盾牌从Bucky的金属臂上滑落，发出索索的摩擦声。

“我再给你一次机会，Sam。这是steve留给你的。”seb喘着气说了bucky的台词。

可他什么都没有留给我。

傍晚sebastion回自己房间，在上楼的时候就忍不住哭了，或许演一个一百多岁不太理解现代的二战老兵对自己情绪影响太大了。结果打开门就撞见chirs端端正正坐在自己的床上。seb啧了一声，眼睛还红红的，他赌气不去看chirs，伸手把钥匙摔在了跟那个希腊沙发款式一样的床头柜上，这里的家具都像五颜六色滚了一身灰的虫子。

肯定是Anthony这个坏人把自己房间的备用钥匙给了chirs这个坏人。妈的，两个坏人。

与此同时在酒吧放松的anthony还搂着一个摄影大哥摇头晃脑的说：“well，你们都知道的，最近seb的情绪特别特别不好，我也是尽点兄弟情义嘛，希望他们俩今晚能好好休息……”

“seb。你很委屈。”chirs没有再像��上一样温柔的笑了，他站起来冲seb伸出双臂，蓝色眼睛里依然有亮的星星。seb闻到很香的味道。

“我买了你喜欢吃的派，桃子果酱的。”

seb没有把自己放进chirs怀里，只是站在床前，眼泪还没有擦干净就直接问派在哪里，意识到自己声音还带哭腔后seb尴尬的清了清嗓子，气鼓鼓地看着他，“我饿了。”

Anthony在酒吧里喝酒跳舞，另一边的seb又一次被chirs抵在墙上，chirs敲开seb的嘴唇，手也向seb衣服里滑去。“我看见剧本了seb，他们让你和anthony滚在一起。告诉我你不想，你很难受对不对？今天中午的打戏你很痛对不对？我还看见你摸那个盾牌了，你在想念steve，或者说你在想念我对不对？我知道你脸上那个表情是什么意思宝贝，我很了解你，sebby。”

chirs的手指狠狠探了进去，seb吃痛咬了chirs的肩膀，努力不让自己再哭出来。

“我也很想你。”chirs在亲他。“所以我来了。”

“我以为……亚特兰大是最后一次…”拍摄终局之战的最后部分他们在亚特兰大，他们俩在没上锁的休息室做爱，seb一直以为那是最后一次，bucky再也见不到steve就像自己再也见不到chirs一样。理论上来说seb是一个很悲观很被动的人，他在那之后是绝对不会去主动找chirs的，更不要说做其他的了。

chirs褪下seb牛仔裤子，钳住他的双腿把seb整个人卷在怀里，seb的腿缠上chirs的腰被chirs挺身进入。seb贴着墙被硌着很不舒服，于是两个人又换到那张硕大的coda四角床上。

chirs顶到很深的位置时掐了seb的脖子，seb开始出现幻觉，有烟花在他脑海里炸开，在chirs贴近的时候他亲了亲chirs的脸叫了声steve。

接着seb胯下的抽插就停止了，chirs退了出来。

seb有一点清醒，感知无限放大，他突然发现面前的chirs既没有穿蓝白相间的作战戏服，胸前也没有那颗银色凸起的星星。

“sebastion。”chirs叫了自己的全名。“你这样不行。”下体没有充盈的感觉了，seb讨好的凑上去，泥泞的穴口开合着，他知道刚刚chirs因为这个生气了。

“你好好看着我，seb。”chirs现在就在这里，捧着sebastion的脸，但就是不再进入了，这让seb想射又射不出来。

seb终于崩溃了。

“你真的太他妈贱了…chirs也是，steve也是，你们全他妈是贱货…你之前走的那么干脆，你现在回来又是什么意思？”

“chirs，你他妈的，你知不知道我想你，你回来好不好，我需要你…你不能让steve把我一个人丢在这里…”

chirs现在简直就是乘人之危，他用手去擦seb的眼泪，seb还在哭，跟上次亚特兰大的情况一模一样，他入戏的时候做爱会一直喊steve的名字，而chirs则每次都会佯装生气的在seb马上高潮的时候抽离，设法把他恢复成sebastion自己，而不是bucky或者其他什么抑郁的角色。

chirs又��新进入，seb发出一声闷哼，“steve怎么样没有人知道，但chirs永远不会离开sebastion，永远不会。”

每次都是这样。chirs想起在endgame结束不久seb就被叫去拍winter solider电视剧了，原因是导演想让seb一直处于创伤状态，软软呼呼的小王子被残忍的割裂撕扯成杀人武器，尘世一遭每个人都要烟熏火燎的落俗，但是chirs觉得seb也好，bucky也好，他们都像明亮透底的镜子，即使碎的四分五裂，也能从片片碎屑里倒映出自己。

chirs看到镜子碎屑里蜷缩着曾经那个布鲁克林的中世士兵和那个罗马尼亚笑起来很甜的小熊。他拼凑碎毅的镜子，他拯救碎毅的镜子，他爱碎毅的镜子。

MCU得到了他们想要的被全世界无缘无故踩踏的冬日战士，sebastion也理应得到罗密欧星星的眼睛和无穷无尽充盈的爱。

妹妹的婚礼筹办的差不多了，seb坐飞机独自先到了罗马尼亚。妹妹执意要开着她的那辆sl在维也纳转一圈，为此还专门买了相配墨蓝色的裤裙和墨西哥帽。

罗马尼亚老房子在树林里，4公里外还有一处豁然开朗的草坪，中央立了一座被废止的农牧神像，当地人叫它西蒙·圣列奥多，长得很像潘神花园里的法翁。

seb单肩挎着背包，伸手摘掉墨镜打量着神像石雕，孩童时觉得它高大无比形色怪异，再次见到它时seb跟它一样高，伫立良久seb无端想起白头大干的维也纳山神举行婚礼时下起过白色花瓣雨，是深爱主的花草清风在告别，不过现在罗马尼亚没有神，seb也没有。

安静的过了一天，seb卷着袖子在修缮房子的木板楼梯，来到时候带了很多Old Chub罐装啤酒，seb晚上没吃东西，但啤酒罐堆了一地，不过楼梯下面草丛很高，看不到歪七扭八的易拉罐，只能听到戚戚的虫鸣。

seb有点想笑，他想到昨天自己还在纽约长滩拍海边公路追逐戏，今天就到了罗马尼亚丛林，一个人修房子修到半夜。seb一只脚踏上楼梯使劲踩了踩，楼梯没怎么晃动倒是自己的Loake麂皮靴子发出咯吱的声音。看来是修好了，seb嘴角扬了扬。

他回屋的时候甚至有点开始喜欢这个地方了，小时候妈妈每一天都在告诉他要离开，现在四周没有尖叫没有摔打碗筷的声音，没有铅块颜色的IMAX高清镜头和无人机，这里从窗外看不到银河流淌的霓虹车灯，而且seb知道，4公里外的石雕任然伫立在那里，任何永远不会离开的东西都让seb感到安心。

seb用手机放了那首歌，他关了灯躺在床上。

From the faun forever gone

In the towers of your honeycomb

I'd a tore your hair out just to climbback.darling

When vou're filling out vour only form

Can vou tell that it's just ceremon'

Now vou've added up to what vou're from

Wow-wow

它唱着——

在农牧神像前，你还是你吗。在绿色高塔里，你还爱我吗。

在夏天这个时候seb会很难睡着，他想起chirs。

chirs推了所有的商务在第二天早上抵达罗马尼亚。

一路上跟助理和Chiyako打去了电话说自己想去东欧放个假，刚好「Ghosted」的宣传也差不多结束了，就直接上了飞机。助理一听到是东欧就那副自己懂了的样子，阴阳怪气的跟chirs说好好宠你的小男朋友，别又让他哭鼻子。至于chiyako那边无所谓的公关女友，就没有什么需要过多解释的了。

chirs和seb的妹妹一直有来往，只不过这个可怜的小男朋友还被蒙在鼓里。

早上seb起的很晚，他刚打开房门想来个晨跑就看见chirs蹲坐在自己昨天晚上刚修好的楼梯上。

“我操！？Chirs Evans？你他妈…你他妈犯什么贱？”这下seb跑不了了。

“heybaby，easy。”chirs拍了拍坐麻的腿，心说你再不起来我就私闯民宅然后给你来个早安吻了。他一脸无事发生自顾自进了屋，把自己的行李包扔在了seb卧室的地板上。“早餐吃什么？我来看看冰箱…”

seb一脸见了鬼的表情还呆站在屋外草地上，chirs已经到厨房熟练的煎鸡蛋了。场面有点好笑，chirs用有发达肱二头的肌胳膊小心翼翼敲着鸡蛋壳，seb反应过来后从屋外一路吼叫到chirs面前。

“你干嘛啊chirs，你把话说清楚。你他妈，你是不是跟我妹妹串通好了，还是我妹妹找的你？不是，关键是我现在好得很，我他妈一个人呆在这里好得很啊！你给我滚出去！”

“你妹妹说你昨天在长滩拍戏的时候还想钻到山洞里去。”黄油烧化了在滋滋的响，chirs一边说，一边摆弄平底锅。

seb气笑了，“那是Sunny Jim's Sea的海崖洞穴景点！我认识那边酒吧的老板！你们能不能搞清楚状况再来关心我，chirs，你能不能在乎下别人啊你这样随便放下工作跑来…”

“别人我不在乎。”chirs大义凛然的语气又出现了，就好像在说“为了公民自由”一样，这是演美国队长的后遗症。

十分钟后seb撅着嘴在餐桌上吃煎鸡蛋，chirs问他牛奶要不要煮热了喝。

抬头看到外面阳光正好，两个人穿好衣服徒步走了很久，到了神像前他们俩躺在草坪里chirs说seb你还记得吗，我们在德克萨斯州第一次相知相识第一次看山上的日出。

其实十多年以来两人在一起就像是刀刃深划般冷冽的伤痛，被戏中角色混乱的关系逼迫恢复，又被好莱坞似有似无的规则裹挟飞奔。

太阳照射seb的绿色眼睛。chirs在近处，法翁石雕的脸色冷峻发沉，他们都在噩梦里望到seb几乎维持不住的身形，眼底有什么东西饱满欲滴，极像悲哀和怜惜。seb身体在发烫，作一阵烟落进衣角的褶皱，天色被眺望，湛蓝又清明，清明得让人想爱上。

梦里chirs很神经质地突然出现，迤迤然途径这个男孩的枯萎，按动了seb某个触发键，闸门开调，洪水倾污而出，淹没河口洲毫无防备的人，在现实里破碎一千次，在幻想里就会破碎一万次。

时间是阶梯，托举上下沉浮的人短暂停留，理不清的缘分往后也就没有再多，而seb害怕chirs只是偶然施救，然后永远离开。

seb花十分钟回神，梦里的救世主近在眼前，等他醒透。他要起身，享受着亲吻来势汹汹时那些纷纷情欲，最后半点心也被掏光，好像两个人都停止了流浪。chirs 说你是个坏男孩。在这样的描述中seb睫毛乱刮，从心里升起的飓风被缝进chirs星星的眼里，落地成细密的针脚。

他们俩躺在石像前亲吻，seb的余光看到农牧神像怪异的鹿角沾到了天上的云，他现在一点脾气也没有了。chirs开始脱掉自己的衣服。

seb想去的山洞外面是岩褐色里面是紫色的，这里天空是亮蓝色草地是翠色的，相比之下倒也没有那么不堪，seb骑上chirs丰盈的肉体，看着紫红色的性器在自己的下体里没入又抽出。现在seb有神了，他想起很早之前自己看过的佛罗伦萨教堂壁画「圣母与圣徒同坐」，红色披风的圣母在哺乳，神在慢慢出现。

seb又被chirs翻过压在身下，所有农牧神的一切都被亵渎了，他们纠缠着做爱，白花就在他们的唇边盛开。

神不爱世人。

神爱世人。

seb在chirs怀里控制不住的上下晃动，这一切让他想要立即死去或者永远活着。seb一辈子去不到一个万神殿，却无师自通地找到伊甸园，他要闭眼聆听，心底却有声音说苹果从树上落下来了，去看看吧。走近看又不仅是苹果，树下还有虚幻的瓦坎达山坡，化成一滩水的布鲁克林雪糕，开幕式烟火和圣诞节的平安钟，还有一张床，有人躺在上面，翻过身大义凛然的问seb要不要去佛罗伦萨教堂一起祷告，这句话听起来就像我们要永远在一起。

濒临释放的时候seb看到从chirs胸口掉出来的sani项链，这是在Captain America 3宣传的时候seb送给他的，送的时候他跟chirs说这个项链上嵌了蓝色星星石头，chirs几乎整个宣传期都带着它。

后来的两人拍不同的戏chirs会偶尔寄来明信片，在一张法国坎塔布连海的明信片背面chirs说“燃烧的星星会落在海底开成珊瑚，珊瑚会亲吻海浪，我会亲吻你。 ”

下午转凉，温存之余chirs咬着seb的耳朵：“我们回去吧，回去洗个澡我给你做烤羊肉。”他知道seb不吃牛肉。

晚上两个人躺在床上，seb掰着指头算自己以后要准备哪些东西，自己妈妈什么时候过来，妹妹的婚礼还有不到10天了。chirs嘿嘿笑着说有他在怕什么，明天开始seb长官命令的全都搞定。

seb说你得了吧，两个男人一天到晚只知道做爱。

chirs不服气，“比如现在就没有啊，你待在你的位置，我待在我的位置。”seb指了指chirs放在自己腰上的手，“那你这是在干嘛我请问呢。”

两个人就都笑，随后还谈论了很多。chirs问seb最近还有没有再做噩梦，像seb刚演winter solider的时候就天天睡不好；然后seb又问chirs和chiyako的生活怎么样，两人在ins里看起来很甜蜜。chirs阴阳怪气的学seb叫chiyako的名字，说公关女友就是活在ins里的好吧，seb这是在吃飞醋。seb打了他一巴掌，回怼说自己找公关女友的那段时间也不知道是谁在破防，搞得经常大半夜喝多了打电话让seb从斯洛伐克飞回纽约，就为了从酒吧把chirs接回家。

四周没有一点亮光，沉默了片刻seb问你准备呆多久呢chirs？

“你想让我呆多久呢？”chirs反问。

身侧久久没有应答，seb阖着眼，眉却皱得相当紧，chirs抚不平，手心在男人眼皮上轻轻拂过，停在两颊。

seb就在此时产生错觉，就好像chirs只是无忧无虑地报出世界上的很多地方，seb就有和他私奔的念头。爱情这种亘古的魔幻把戏将人变成坏家伙，告别真理，重拾本性，让人想隐瞒，想改变，想真的捞到星星。

chirs翻身爬起来放歌，恰巧的是他们俩的品味好像差不多。seb也终于搞清楚这首歌的名字叫「Towers」，好听的有点像神明低声呓语，他在歌里看到一幅画。

Build our tether rain-out from vour fragment

Break the sailor's table on your sacrum

Fuck the fiercest fables

I'm with Hagen

seb听到chirs在自己身边躺下，它唱着——

我回到13世纪的教堂，我看到上帝的诞生，我看到撒旦的死亡。

我需要你，需要你永远在这里，你快降临。

或许有点像西语字幕的电影，这里的罗马尼亚拥有炽热与神秘，过深的美丽和寂真，seb和chirs逃离生长在任何地方的拍摄镜头，过着「Eté 85」电影里殉难之前的灿烂生活。

他们俩修好了继父刚跟seb母亲在一起时送的JAWA摩托。chirs带着seb骑行，穿过溪流之上的廊桥，他停车和seb一起趴在桥沿上眺望，溪流旁边的矮树长得很好，极像瓦格顿笔下的山脉漆画。

荷兰黄金时代的诗人卡乐伯特说：“当你沉浸在这些独特的景色与活泼的爱恋中，你就不会再介意时常阴雨的交色天空了。”chirs俯身过来亲他，seb想如果这是爱情电影，那么他们会在伊拉斯谟斯大桥重逢，牵手赏风车，在木登城堡的人潮里求爱，seb会以被永生记住的口吻再次告知chirs他的名宇，然后获得神明的恩准。

凌晨chirs把seb叫了起来，把他拽到屋顶上指着天空。seb视野里满是辉煌的黎明，太阳从群山的一侧跃出，耀目的金光撞进两人的视网膜。

然后chirs猝不及防的对seb说了那��，像是终于在日积月累里发现了誓言是神明祝福的延续，告白可以规避情感井喷后的阵痛。

“我爱你。”

远方，群山连绵。

朝阳喷薄而出。

在seb无数次的角色转换中，有多么期待这句话？

1930年James无数次安慰还没有注射血清的Rogers小豆芽，他们俩在闪烁的街灯下拥抱。巴恩斯拍拍那个揪不起来一点肉的肩膀然后邀请他来家里做客，今天妈妈又做了rogers喜欢吃的热狗。

1943年变成队长的steve在纳粹九头蛇屠杀神明的实验室找到bucky，bucky问他会不会疼，会不会一直疼。他们回到酒吧steve开始频频找那个美女特工，可是bucky只是在想，如果是那个瘦小的steve呢？自己会爱，其他人还会爱吗。

1944年巴恩斯中士在历史上落幕，圣彼得在这一天被尼禄皇帝倒吊着钉死，劫难也从此开始。神明死的时候也如此落魄，却还在倒钉上十字架的过程中为他的耶稣三次祈祷，那么steve呢？有没有为barnes祈祷？哪怕一次？

1945年的steve还会想念吗？在看到北方列车驶进漫天大雪的时候。

2014年冬日战士被带回钉死过很多个圣彼得的房间，让一种矩促如击打三角铁的电击刺痛伤及内里，眼泪在皮尔斯和朗姆洛的面前大颗滚落，掉到地上，变成带血萎缩的毒苹果。

2016年的冬日战士对不起所有人。

2018年Bucky用剩下的右臂清理瓦坎达刚生出来带着胎盘的小羊，用剩下的右臂抱住来片刻休息的罪犯captain rogers，用剩下的右臂赎罪。只是从来没有人向bucky赎罪。他坐在瓦坎达山坡上，bucky在很小的时候就看波提切利的画，所以孩子们会很大方地剪下文艺复兴部分的作品图片送给他。bucky让孩子们帮忙扎头发，一个小女孩跑过来说白狼哥哥，队长坐黑色大鸟又来看你了。

21世纪是故事的终点，战争发生的太快，好像从来都没有人说过with you till the end of the line这种话，也好像Steve rogers这个人从来没有在这个世纪里存活。世界的内核是悲剧，无神论者的供奉始终是凡间世人。

seb依靠在厨房的木门沿上看着里面做中午饭的chirs，“你看看你在电影里，欠了我多少句我爱你？”

seb其实特别介意endgame的结局，以至于到后来拍电视剧的时候跟MUC编剧开玩笑说请Doctor Strange过来吧，求他开个多重宇宙把另一个时空的steve薅过来。导演一边调试拍摄的滑轨车一边笑眯眯的打官腔：“Maybe，we will see。”

chirs今天煮意大利面，他把番茄酱汁倒进锅里，转身示意seb帮自己解开围裙带子，“sebby，你现在想让我说多少遍我爱你都行，steve欠bucky的让chirs全补给你。”

你有跌倒过吗？鞋带系成漂亮的结，好像只是为了跌倒做准备。chirs遇见过很多人。聪明、寡言、漂亮、虚伪、聒噪，或者顽劣、恶趣味——学会视而不见像演员的天资。chirs年轻时对他们产生过短暂的愔恨，最后趋于平和，是不再寄希望于计较的原谅。世界不断重构，时间缓缓流动。

chirs在德克萨斯州第一次见到seb，他穿着浅蓝色的西装，像玛丽·布拉德·梅伦在19世纪哈德逊河上创作的画布「格洛斯特港的景色」，远方的左边是十磅岛的灯塔，无定形的岩石，seb是海浪，他轻轻推了一下chirs驾驶搁浅的船。

助理会在chirs打来电话的时候调笑，说他“对啊你陷进去了”，这是多么狡诈的话，现在他被seb的情网笼罩收紧，用红线缠住双脚自愿跪在高大的神父面前。

十年，sebastion演了十年的冬日战士，chirs在罗马尼亚老屋对seb说了十遍我爱你。

三天之后seb的母亲和继父来了，他们夸chirs房屋修缮的不错，连JAWA老古董都可以骑到很远。继父高兴的拍着他那辆80年代的捷克摩托，大声叫seb和chirs喜欢的话就送给你们俩了。母亲在一边假装乍舌说这不是当年你送给我的定情信物吗，怎么还能再传给你儿子。然后翻了个白眼走到chirs面前，“等什么时候结婚了，妈送你们一辆新的。”

老一代的人总是拿现在男人们不敢轻易说出的词语开玩笑，电影快结束的时候总是震撼人心的万籁俱寂，天上的神说，有些东西永远不会发生。

妹妹回来的前一天晚上他们又一次做爱。老屋子狭窄逼仄的二楼，父母在熟睡，他们在落锁的杂物间脱好外衣，seb喝了一杯母亲酿的酒，里面有切成小丁的莓肉。杂物间里放着家人参加斋期结束后的嘉年华号角。号角吹响，seb睁开眼看到chirs，闭上眼看到圣洁的基督。

chirs低头舔咬seb的乳尖。seb喜欢吻人嘴角，有时候被这羽毛轻排似的痒意侍弄舒服了chirs会忘记回吻。地中海气候的国家降雨强劲，地面常常潮湿，可夏雨再猛烈也无法比拟穴口大雨降临般的滂沱。seb向上攀辕，chirs在几秒内缴械投降后又塞进seb嘴里。动作半天seb吞咽不及时脸颊沾上精液，chirs被激的浑身一震，心疼的蹲下给seb擦拭，seb从昏沉状态中醒来，瞳孔聚焦半天才对淮，唇瓣开合说不出一个字。

他们是两条蛇，性爱则是鲜红的信子，他们在撒旦休憩的时候啃咬苹果。seb回家了，而chirs在太阳将落末落的时候找到这个家。

妹妹最后一站的旅行婚礼在下午三点半举行，他们在农牧神像草坪上铺了红毯撒上花瓣，不辞辛苦的用租借卡车运送蛋糕和香槟，妹妹换上洁白的婚纱和seb跳舞，chirs在一旁，带着sani蓝色星星项链。

很多朋友打来电话祝贺，包括anthony，他还缺德的明知故问chirs在哪。搞得seb突然想起来还没找妹妹算账，她和chirs到底串通了多久以至于chirs能直接来罗马尼亚，而seb却一点都没有察觉。

seb穿浅蓝色的西装，跑到妹妹面前说你们俩长本事了，肯定背后还互相讲了我很多坏话吧？妹妹捂着嘴坏笑，把seb往chirs方向一边推，一边说sebby我今天结婚，你就饶了我吧。

来宾们坐在正对着草坪的观礼座上，seb和chirs坐在第一排，看着妹妹和她的妻子从两个方向朝花亭中间走来。她们俩站在神像前互相喊对方的名字，风扬起两个新娘子的头纱，就像山神打开魔法书念悬浮咒，所有人都会在Wingardium leviosa号令声中幸福的飞起，然后拿香槟酒杯在天上喝一口彩虹。

柏拉图的会饮篇说起初人是Androgynous,球形，四条胳膊四条腿，两张一模一样的脸，宙斯就把人全都劈成两半，既削弱了人的能力也能增加信仰侍奉神的人数。恋人就好像曾被神劈开似的那么需要彼此，灵魂伴侣是阿尼玛和阿尼姆斯投射后的转译，我爱你，我在你身上看见自己。

Afterparty开始前妹妹的妻子要抛自己手里的鲜花，妹妹拿着话筒说要不就别抛了，直接给sebastion，我看他和他旁边的人挺想要的。大家哄堂大笑，都转头看向seb和chirs，chirs笑着扶额，seb则冲台上的妹妹比了个中指。

妹妹的妻子很喜欢抽中国烟，宴会上seb拿起蓝色的盒子说这是红金龙enne，然后又指着enne英文字符上面的中文教chirs读。

“它叫爱你。是吗。”chirs问。

对，意思是爱你。

打开看到里面修长典雅的烟体，seb说这东西在中国很常见，还没反应过来就听chirs说那我也给你看个常见的东西。chirs摊开手，手心里有一枚素戒。他抬头看一眼农牧神像，然后把戒指堂而皇之的给seb带上，又若无其事的转向enne烟盒，大义凛然的语气，学seb念了一遍中文——爱你。

seb觉得自己是一场暴雨。chirs外壳坚硬，心却软到要用一生去消化这种恢宏，可行至此处，seb终于不用再浪费心愿去祈祷终焉后的睛天。雨幕中穿行，天空降下爱意，浸濡全身。多好的爱，多好的雨。

确实在下雨，夜晚所有人都回家了留seb和chirs在草坪上收捡。两个人收到一半的时候开始有点点雨珠最后变成暴雨。

seb很开心，他冲chirs叫到把留下的那个音响打开，连上蓝牙大声放歌。

还是那首歌，雨滴在神像的头壳上炸裂开，结成星星，结成海浪。酒，鲜花，精致的素戒都淋着大雨，seb和chirs抱在一起。

For the love,comes the burning young

From the liver, sweating through your tonque

Well.you're standing on my sternum

Don't you climb down darling

Oh the sermons are the first to rest

Smoke on Sundays when you're drunk and dressed

Out the hollows where the swallow nests

Wow-wow

它唱着——

你现在问我，这是我的想法，这是我的感情。

我们是高塔里的神明。

我们汇聚在一起卧轨，在罗马尼亚的夏天。

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #stucky #winter solider #mcu #chirs evans #evanstan

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nolongeractiveeeeee · 1 year

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Friday Night

Summary: Usual Friday Nights with your dad.

Parings: Father!Andrew x Daughter!reader

“What are you writing?” You heard your dad ask you as you blinked a few times, your fingers hovering over your keyboard as the word that was on the front of your mind slowly disappeared in the back. It took you another second to realize he was talking to you and that you haven’t heard a word he said, too focused on the page in front of you.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You asked him, glancing up at his figure that was hovering next to you. There was a red steaming mug in his hand, tea no less, as he frowned at you, trying to see what was on the screen of your laptop as you quickly leaned forward, blocking his view. You could feel blush rising on your cheeks, embarrassment rushing through your blood, but you ignored it for now instead you cleared your throat, trying to catch your father’s attention.

“I asked you what you were writing? You were typing really fast.” He chuckled, walking away from you and sitting on a chair on the other side of the table, so you were facing one another.

“Nothing, just something for school.” You trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek and shifting nervously in your seat. Your eyes fell back on the screen as you excited the document you were currently writing in and instead your Instagram page popped up.

“I have never seen you so focused on school work before.” He muttered, a teasing glint in his eyes as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Ha ha.” You mocked him. “You’re so funny.” You added, trying not to smile back at him as he placed his mug down and opened another one of his files. Unlike your side of the table, which was tidy and consisted only of your laptop and notebook, your dad’s side of the table was full of files and pictures and other things that you didn’t want to think about.

Another murder happened in your small town and, just like always, everyone expected for your dad to find the suspect as soon as possible. He wanted it too, but he was only a human and he had his limits just like everyone.

“Are you going to stay up late again?” You asked him, trying to move the attention from yourself as he nodded his head, glancing down at the mess of papers in front of him.

“Probably.” He sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair, still not looking at you. “Are you going to keep me company?” He asked you, the easy going look back in his eyes as he glanced between you and your laptop like he knew. And maybe he did know. That was his job after all, noticing little details in human behaviors.

“Maybe.” You blushed, looking away. To be honest, it wasn’t that big of a deal. You knew a few girls in your class that also wrote fan fictions, but it felt weird explaining that to your dad and telling him that you’re one of them.

Just thinking about what that kind of conservation will look like made you shudder.

What are you writing?

A book.

What kind of book.

A book about two actors that have a lot of chemistry on scene and that I think are together.

Yeah, it sounded bad.

“Well then-” Your dad was about to say, but he was cut off by all the familiar sound of his ringtone. Both of you dreaded that sound because it usually always came with bad news, but your dad picked it up anyway. That was his job after all.

“Hello? Yes, it’s me Andrew.” He said to the phone, his face changing with each passing second as he sat up straighter, his shoulders tensing.

“I understand. I’ll be right there.” Your dad said, hanging up a second later.

“What happened?” You asked, already knowing it wasn’t anything good as you watched your father get up and gather his coat and car keys.

“They found another body. Don’t go anywhere and lock the door behind me.” He told you and just like that he was gone, leaving you alone.

#chirs evans #andrew barber #evans #oneshots #drabble #chris #andrew barber x reader #andrew barber fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #fanfiction #chris evans one shot #andrew barber x y/n

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forselamoresalva · 2 years

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Right there.

Credit: yelenatsireds

#bucky #barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #falcon #anthony mackie #chirs evans #captian america #tiktok #ig #lfl

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delicatetyrantmilkshake · 1 year

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all I asked was 2 things , Chris Evans being gay and in love with me. all I got was him being straight and with a woman ... life's unfair and I cant even tell a soul cuz ill get hatecrimed , thnx

#chirs evans #gay

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dahliawolfe · 2 years

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Star Spangled Man Wings Pt. 2

*Star Spangled Man*

“Shh. Shh. It’s ok. It’s ok.” And he rocks you. He rocks you until your sobs silence and your breathing evens. And then, he tips your chin up, meeting your eyes as his lips land softly onto yours. And you have your first kiss, courtesy of Captain America, himself.

“Let me help you feel better, Baby.”

Steve helps you lay down before sliding off his shirt that you put on to sleep in. Once he has you down to just your underwear, he looks up at you and smiles. “Daddy is going to give you a nice massage. Then I’m going to hold you until you fall asleep in my arms. Ok?” You give a nod. You completely trust the captain, and whatever he thinks is best, usually is. His big, warm hands knead at your sore muscles. The tension evaporates under his expert fingers. But you feel another type of tension begin to build. And despite just having your first kiss with him, you’re concerned about how Cap would react to that. He does nothing but take care of you and make you comfortable, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been in love with him since the day you met him. But he probably just sees you as a kid, anyways. He finally makes it to your lower half. And you pray that he can’t see the wet spot on your blue panties. He lifts you left leg and hums. “This all for me, Babydoll?” he asks, skirting a finger over your damp center. And yeah, the ground can swallow you now. Cuz it’s time. You’ve had enough. Thank you. You cover your face with your hands. “Hey, none of that,” he corrects, removing your much smaller hands with his own. “Daddy is happy that he’s making you feel good. If you were in a different headspace, I’d take extra special care of my girl. But for tonight, I think you just need cuddles.” You look up at him with glassy eyes and red cheeks.

“You’re not mad? Or grossed out?” He chuckles.

“Of course not, Baby. Here.” He takes you hand, moving it to his crotch, pressing you hand against his sizeable bulge. “See what you do to Daddy, Sweet girl? Of course, I want you, but I would never compromise your emotional health for that. Ok?” You nod shyly. The captain finishes his massage and grabs your favorite lotion and begins to apply it to your skin. By the time he’s finished, you’re a puddle of goo. “There’s my sleepy girl,” he coos, gently lifting you to slide the both of you under the covers. The last thing you remember is the feeling of him kissing the shell of your ear.

…

You bolt up in bed as the scream echoes through the house. Cap is up before you can open your eyes. “Stay here,” he orders sternly. You nod, your adrenaline pumping. You begin to map all of the ways out of the safe house in your mind. You make a mental list of the things you guys can carry with you if you need to make a quick escape. And by the time you have everything almost sorted, you hear the sound of hushed whispers and sobbing. Believing that you, are in fact, not in danger, you slide off of the bed and pad quietly out of the room. You find both men in Bucky’s room. Bucky is curled into himself crying, while Cap stays by his side. Making your way into the room, you come to a stop standing in front of Bucky. He looks up with bloodshot, tear-filled eyes. You give him a soft smile before sliding into his lap, wrapping you arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder. He stiffens for only a second before holding you tightly, crying into your chest.

…

A few days later, you wake up to see snow falling outside the windows. You smile, and swing your legs over the side of the bed. You smell bacon, so you know that Cap is up and making breakfast. When you make it to the kitchen, he greets you with a smile.

“Good morning, Doll?”

“Morning,” you greet. “Where’s Buck?”

“Downstairs in the gym.”

“Again?” The safe house had a gym and pool, exclusive to the three of you, in the basement, and since Bucky had that nightmare 4 days ago, he’d seemingly been down there non-stop.

“’Fraid so. So, I guess you’re stuck with me.” He quickly flicks off the stove and scoops you up. Placing you down on the cold, marble island. You yelp and wrap your arms around his neck. “Have I ever told you how hot it is to see you in my shirts?” You look down at the grey workout shirt you wore to bed and look back up at him, shaking your head. “Hmmm…well, maybe I should just show you.” Before you can question it, he pulls you to the edge of the counter and reaches under your shirt, snagging your rainbow panties and sliding them down your legs. Then something that you never in a million years thought would happen, happens. Captain Steven Grant Rogers drops to his knees in front of you. With one hand, he pushes your upper half back slightly, while using his other to bring one of your leg over his shoulder. He grips your ass hard as his face gets closer to your center. His warm breath against your core, which is quickly growing wet, causes you to buck your hips. A moan falls from your mouth as he begins to place kisses all the way up your left thigh. Then you see stars when he wraps his lips over your clit.

“Holy Fuck!” you hiss, and he slaps your thigh roughly, never leaving your pussy. Your hands are supporting the entirety of your body weight, but you can’t keep yourself from thrusting one into his hair and gripping the roots. “I… I’ve never…ooooo…Oh my God!” His tongue darts out and flicks against the taunt muscle of your opening. His thumb has found its way to your clit, and he adds just the right amount of sweet pressure, rubbing figure eights on it. His tongue has pushed past the muscles of your pussy, and he slides a finger in beside it. And the burn and stretch have you breathless. You are a virgin, and you’ve only ever played with your clit, or used one finger, at most, on yourself, so this is a whole new euphoria. You’ve never orgasmed in your life, but you can only assume that’s what is building up in your stomach. “St…Daddy…I don’t…Is…Is that feeling normal. The… Mother Fuck! The pressure?” He nips your clit harshly, squeezing your ass, in what you think is confirmation. Your hips begin to roll, of their own volition. When he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, while giving just a little bit of pressure with his teeth, two things happen. 1. You get your first ever orgasm. One that has you nearly ripping out Cap’s hair and has you choking on air, back bowed tight. And 2. Bucky opens the door and comes into the room. Your eyes lock with his briefly before they roll in the back of your skull. Cap works you through it before standing and smiling at you, wiping his mouth on his forearm, before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. He lifts you off of the counter, and you stand on shaky legs, leaning most of your weight into him.

“Mornin’, Buck. Breakfast is almost ready.”

…

Bucky is nearly silent all day, and you don’t have the courage to confront him about what he had seen anyway. Plus, you are still trying to figure things out, yourself. You can’t imagine why Captain America would even glance your way, much less being willing to completely ravage you in the most public room in the safe house.

This is how Cap finds you, sitting on the floor in front of the large window in the bedroom, watching the snow fall gently in the streetlight glow. He slides to the floor beside you, sitting with his legs crossed under him. He gently strokes your face and gives you a soft smile when you look at him.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Doll?” he asks softly.

“I just…I’m confused,” you confess.

“About what?”

“You…you like me like…like that?” You vaguely gesture in the air, not knowing what else to say.

“Of course, I do, Baby. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Cuz you’re Captain America, and I’m…well, I’m some mutant kid, who you found homeless and dirty on in some cheap flea motel.”

“First of all, I told you to never say things about yourself like that again. And secondly, the moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I didn’t want to put that pressure on you, but almost losing you, it made me realize that if I didn’t act on how I felt, I’d lose the girl I loved for the second time, and I wasn’t willing to let you be just another heart break. You are worth so much more than that. And if you never want me to touch you again, then I won’t. But Apollo, listen. Baby, you are my whole world. And it takes all of my strength to not keep you in my bed, under me, all day, every day.”

Your breath stutters, and before you can process what you are doing, you crawl into his lap, wrap your arms around his neck, and hungrily kiss his lips. His hands fall to your hips, pulling you close to him, and he takes over the kiss, sliding his tongue against your teeth, asking for entrance, and you grant it. Your hips roll against him without your permission, and he growls lowly. “Babygirl, you are working Daddy up. And if you don’t stop, I’m not gonna be able to hold back.”

“So, don’t. Please,” you beg.

“Soon, Baby. I promise. Soon.” He continues to kiss you, until you are forced to pull away, panting. You tuck your head into his neck, leaving a tiny kiss as you settle into his embrace. He cups the back of your head and kisses your temple. The silence around the two of you is peaceful. The snow, wind, and the gentle breathing of the two of you are the only sounds to be heard.

Still having one thing weighing on your mind, you speak up. “Do you think Bucky is grossed out about this morning?”

Steve chuckles. “No, Babydoll. I can guarantee you, he isn’t.”

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