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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Sexiest Man Alive

Chris Evans x Female Reader

You wake up to the news that your boyfriend has been named the Sexiest Man Alive.

Warnings: 18+ please! There’s a little bit of smut involved in this one

Note: So, this is just a quick something I wrote when I woke up to this news about Chris. Can’t believe he finally won. As he should. Enjoy!

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When you wake up, it’s to the sound of your phone dinging over and over again. You worry it’s an emergency, so you reach over your sleeping boyfriend to get your phone.

What you see is just about everyone you know texting you about Chris and some photoshoot. You try to think of which one they mean and come up short. He’d gone to a few lately.

But when you open your messages it all makes sense.

“Chris, oh my god!” You say as you likely shake him awake.

“What is it, babe?” He asks with an adorable Bostonian morning voice.

“You’re the sexiest man alive,” you relay what the magazine says.

“Oh thanks,” Chris says.

“No, Chris you’re on People magazine,” you say, not thinking he understands that you aren’t just complimenting him.

“Yeah, baby. Did that come out today?”

“I guess so. Everyone is sending it to me and-“ you get distracted from your words as you start looking at the photos. And god, does he look good.

“Do you think it was a good choice? I don’t know because there are so many other guys,” Chris starts being a little bit insecure.

“Chris, my love, you are the sexiest man alive. The universe agrees. Do you need me to show you?” You ask him.

His cheeks blush a deep red as you toss your phone to the side and straddle him. He holds you as you lean down and kiss his lips. They’re soft like always and his moan of pleasure satisfies you.

“Y/n, please,” Chris says when your hips rock against his.

“I’ve got you, sexy,” you say and the two of you giggle at how it sounds. “Okay, maybe I’ll stick with not saying that one.”

“Sounds good, babe,” Chris agrees.

You show him instead of call him sexy as you move down his body to take his cock in your mouth. It’s a practiced action as you lick and suck him until he’s practically squirming underneath you.

“I’m going to cum, baby,” Chris says.

“Go on,” you say. And with that he reaches the ultimate pleasure with the shout of your name.

“Fuck, y/n. I need to be named the sexiest man alive every morning,” Chris jokes as you move back to lay next to him.

“I agree. I’m never going to stop looking at these photos,” you say as you grab your phone again.

“Well, let me at least help you out while you do,” Chris drops a kiss to your cheek before he moves to bury his face between your legs.

“Oh Chris, yeah it was definitely the gray in the beard that made them pick you,” you as you feel his beard brush against your thighs.

“You think so?” He asks with a cute smile.

“I do.”

“Guess I’ll have to grow it out again so the gray will show up again,” Chris says.

You don’t have time to agree before he dives into your core.

And you are out of this world excited about your boyfriend being named the sexiest man alive.

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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Open me when…

This is very fitting for me and how I'm feeling right now. this is what you could call part 2 of my fic "home" based on this post here (X).

Paring: Chris x Short! Reader

Warnings: crying, insecurities, coming to turns with being in a good place, anxiety, not really being able to express feelings, mentions of shit parents and childhood (not too graphic doesn’t really go into detail just a brief mention of shit parents), chris being a fluffball and the person we all need 🥹

Summary: Chris knows reader didn’t have the classic ‘picket white fence’ childhood and there are lasting effects of that so he knows what will make her feel better whenever she needs it.

Open me when… you’re sad.

Open me when… you’re in your head.

Little envelopes of love started to appear all over the house after your last bout of self doubt, self sabotage. Let’s just say chris got more creative with the ways to cheer you up. Bless him for what he does for you always and forever even though you know he doesn’t expect it back you love to show the same affection as he does to you.

The conversation of parents came up pretty early in your relationship with Chris when he questioned about meeting them. The conversation went on for hours, many tears were shed, many breaks were had and a few panic attacks too. He knew you since you were 21, you had told him your parents were estranged at best. Chris being the man he is knew he had to make you feel appreciated, loved and cared for. Like your parents couldn’t.

His family became yours. Lisa became your mother. His siblings slowly became yours. Family isn’t though blood it’s though love.

Anyway back to these envelopes that started to appear.

They were sweet short love notes, affirmations, phases and quotes just to make you smile and feel a little better. You could tell he took his time with these, making them more special.

You’d opened one on a particularly bad day, it reads “open me when your head is in the past and the not in the present.”

“Dear my sweet lovebug,

I know if your reading this your living in the past not the present, your head doesn’t want to be in the now. But in the past, you aren’t defined by your past. I don’t care about your past. I love the now version of you. The now brings you happiness that you deserved in the past. And here I am in the now, the present to give you what you deserve and what you should’ve had. Not what you shouldn’t have had. I have the absolute pleasure of being able to call you; the past you; the present you; and the future you my girl. Your journey denotes how far you’ve come and how far you can still go. I’ll be with you every step of the way regardless of how long it takes or what obstacles you have to overcome. I want to be with the present you and the future you forever and always. Your youth doesn’t define you. Never.

I love you

Chris x”

The little letter bought tears to your eyes at how sweet and caring one person could be even after hearing your story. You went to go find that amazing meatball of a man, finding him snuggled in the reading nook of the house, it was there for you really to have a safe space to decompress if you needed to in your own. More often than not you’d find Chris in there too, Dodger snoozing beside him, his eyes mesmerised by the book he’d be reading or the script for an upcoming film.

As soon as you stepped foot in the room he noticed your demeanour, that of sadness but pure relief at the same time.

“Sweetheart come’ere what’s goin’ on hmm? Why are there tears in those pretty eyes of yours?” Chris whispered sweetly noticing the piece of paper in your hand he had a pretty good idea why but he needed you to tell him why. When you were like this he always let you explain in your own time. He didn’t want you to feel like you couldn’t say anything so he let you in your own time no matter how long it took.

“Um, i- read one of the ‘open me when’ envelopes and it was the…- your breathing picked up so Chris rubbed your arms to help you calm before you continued. - one when for when my head is in the past and not the present. And I just wanted to say I love you so much and I can’t thank- you enough for all you do for me regardless of my past.” You replenish tears rolling down your cheeks, Chris’ thumbs following them swiping them away with the pads of his thumbs before he started to talk again.

“Oh lovebug, i meant every; single; word.- he said as he peppered a kiss on your nose as he said each word. - because when you feel like that’s it’s important to know that someone does care for you and not because of your past but because of who’ve become despite you past. And I’m so lucky to be that person to tell you that weather it be in writing or in words spoken from my own mouth. I love you for you: the past you; the present you and the future you. Always.” Chris replied with the upmost gratitude for you and the smile plastered across his face just sealed that he really meant it. Really.

“Thank you so much bubs, always.” You replied laughing lightly at his small displays of affection and kindness.

“Now lovebug, let’s go watch some movies hmm. I’m proud of you for using those envelopes. I know it wasn’t easy. Chris voiced out of praise knowing that you wouldn’t always use them even when you really needed them.

“I know, and I’m proud of me too. My youth doesn’t define me.” You replied smiling at what you just said.

Chris’ face lit up at how far you’d come from the girl he once knew the past you. “That’s right hunni it doesn’t, let’s go watch cars hmm.” He asked kissing you and giving the biggest bear hug ever.

“Yeah” you replied walking down to the living room with him.

He was right your youth doesn’t define you, and it never will. Ever.

The night ended with all the cars movies being watched and cuddles being had. The love and appreciation you had for the sole person next to you is the whole purpose you’d come so far even though he wouldn’t say it was because of him. But it was.

Always.

Now you’ll always remember to ‘open me when…’ because they helped

To all those people who can relate in some way to either this fic or “home” please know your not alone and I’m always here if you need to talk about anything that has been raised in this fic today or anytime you need. You are amazing and your past doesn’t define you. 🫶🏻

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twistnet · 2 years

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protection [ chris alonso ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; in a search for something she had stuffed into your bag the previous night, she comes across something that she never expected to see

⋯ PROMPT ; [ switchblade ] your lover finds a knife in your bag / pants pocket

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, tw [ mention of knives + self-defense ] + general fluff [ chris being an absolute sweetie pie + forehead kisses ]

“hey, babe? where’d you put your bag from last night?” chris questions aloud, looking around your shared living space for where you had dropped said item when the two of you had come stumbling in the night before. a night filled with a small dinner celebration and a round of drinks to leave the two of you lightly buzzed after hearing about your promotion.

“uh... it should be in the kitchen!” you answered from the bedroom in response, causing chris to make a noise of acknowledgement before heading into the kitchen. finding your bag right where you had said it would be -- laying haphazardly thrown atop the island with part of the items spilling out from the inside.

“thanks!” she called back before beginning to dig through the contents to find her wallet after she had slid it into your bag for safe keeping. and with her luck, the wallet had fallen to the bottom of your bag, and after pulling out some of your items, she raised a brow after the tips of her fingers grazed the top of something metal.

looking down, she opened the bag a little more, before catching sight of the switchblade. pulling it out, she flipped the blade open. jumping back in slight surprise as a four inch blade popped out from the handle -- still sharp as though it had just come from a box.

“hey! did you find what you were looking for?” you question walking into the kitchen, pausing when she turns and holds up the switchblade she found, “i found my wallet, and this... when did you get it?” she questions softly, looking it over with tailored eyes as you dig your toe into the flooring in front of you.

“um... maybe six months ago. figured it do a bit more than pepper spray would, which is something i also have in there.” you gesture to the bag, offering your girlfriend a tight lipped smile before she smiles genuinely, “it’s cute. will do what you need it to do. and i can’t ever blame you for wanting to keep yourself safe when you’re out.”

you smile at her words, before pulling her wallet from the bottom of your bag and holding it out to her, “how about a trade?” you offer, before trading the items in hand and quickly shoving the switchblade back into your bag for safe keeping.

she takes a small step forward, pressing her lips against your forehead before hands come up to sweetly cup your cheeks, keeping you close as she rests her head against your own, “i’m glad to know you’re safe when i’m away.” she utters softly, having already thought previously about getting you something to carry with you during the times she wasn’t around. but the idea of you getting something on your own, made her heart flutter.

chris stumbles off to get the last of her things packed for her shift, before she’s rushing back into the kitchen with her backpack slung over her shoulder, smiling widely as she comes over to kiss you sweetly on the lips before heading for the door. uttering a soft goodbye and a promise to be home in the next twelve or so hours -- all dependent on how the calls run. you wave her off, waiting until the door clicks before heading back into your bedroom to get started for your own day.

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melleonis · 5 years

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Wifelink Zendikar

i don’t know for a fact that the Wizards of the Coast creative team were collectively going through an eighties glam metal phase back in 2015, but it sure fucking seems like it. i don’t know if they were getting laid enough either, but i’m going to guess...no.

Weapons Trainer (art by Greg Opalinski)

You’ve gotta imagine that up until the very second the Eldrazi showed up again, this woman was wearing pantsuits with massive shoulder pads and doing apocalyptic quantities of cocaine in vampire nightclubs.

Drana’s Emissary (art by Karl Kopinski)

Vampire nightclubs aren’t really mentioned in Zendikar’s lore but given that all vampire art this block is at least this horny - in both senses of the word - I am forced to conclude both that vampire nightclubs exist, and that they fucking own.

Bloodbond Vampire (art by Anna Steinbauer)

The only reason this woman isn’t the gayest thing Ms. Steinbauer has ever painted is that Grand Warlord Radha is the gayest thing it is possible to paint. Still, with a ludicrous pose, an oddly-sweet high-cheekboned face, and a whole lot of loving attention being paid to her hips and cleavage - which her body paint will helpfully point out, in case you missed it - this is pretty close to total self-indulgence. And you know what? Good. Good for you, Ms. Steinbauer. Keep living your best life.

Malakir Soothsayer (art by Greg Opalinski)

Hey, uh, Greg, real quick - you ever, like, seen someone ride a horse? Did they maybe, like, brace their feet in the stirrups and bend their knees and sit on their ass like a person? No? They just did the splits and sat straight pussy-down on the dang saddle? You sure about that, Greg? Doesn’t that seem like it’d be really uncomfortable? Oh, sorry, my mistake, I see you’ve subtly indicated in your painting here that this young vampiress has in fact reinforced her clothing with a substantial layer of crotch padding, right there below the underbust corset. So that’s alright, then. Carry on!

(This image is a fucking synaesthetic masterpiece, by the way. I can’t look at it without being overwhelmed by the phantom aroma of vaginal juices.)

(I don’t know what the deal is, either. Greg doesn’t do this in any of his other MtG paintings. I think it’s just that Zendikar vampire art is required to be as horny as fucking possible.)

(Also, sorry I said ‘vaginal juices’. I promise that was at least as unpleasant for me as it was for you.)

Drana’s Chosen (art by Deruchenko Alexander)

As Horny As Fucking Possible, Now With Chains!

Kalitas, Traitor of Ghet (art by Todd Lockwood)

This might be a Technically Bisexual Interlude? I break out in a sweat every time I look at this picture, so that might be arousal. Or revulsion. Or fear.

Hey, those vampires were A Lot, huh? Let’s palate-cleanse for a moment.

Murasa Ranger (art by Eric Deschamps)

“What an absolutely adorable cutie,” she said about a hardened wilderness survivalist with no fewer than five visible weapons, “what a gosh dang sweetie-pie!”

Coralhelm Guide (art by Victor Titov)

Oh, yeah, the merfolk art in this block is just about as horny as the vampire art. Also, a lot of them wear fishnets, which seems unnecessarily macabre for a water-dweller. Like if I made some half-assed attempt to cover my tits with barbed wire, that’s about the effect we’re looking at here.

Jori En, Ruin Diver (art by Igor Kieryluk)

Good thing thighs don’t need armor!

Akoum Stonewaker (art by Victor Adame Minguez)

This woman has personally attended every Bon Jovi concert.

Zulaport Chainmage (art by Chris Rallis)

This woman lost her virginity in the backseat of her girlfriend’s Camaro to “Thunder Kiss ‘65″.

Topan Freeblade (art by Johannes Voss)

I’m reasonably certain this woman was in a Dio-era Black Sabbath music video.

Kor Sky Climber (art by Victor Adame Minguez)

Oh, I fucking love this piece. You get a real sense of weight and momentum, and unf, that taut upper-body musculature.

Kor Bladewhirl (art by Steven Belledin)

Now, it’s true that Kor Bladewhirl is less caught up in the ecstasy of flight than her sky-climbing sister above. It’s true that she’s less ethereally-lit, less kinetic, and less pretty. However, counterpoint: she’s buff as hell, has a rope with a heavy piece of metal on the end, and is Supremely Unimpressed.

Giant Mantis (art by Lake Hurwitz)

You bet your ass I would on account of I know what the fuck I like and I am not a fucking coward.

#wifelink

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supergaymess · 6 years

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Supergirl 3x18 Shelter from the Storm Reactions

Lena’s lived in a hotel FOR TWO YEARS???? She’s been afraid the city would reject her for TWO YEARS??

I mean, I guess so did Royal Tenenbaum?

GIVE. LENA.LUTHOR. A. HUG. No, I rephrase. I will give Lena Luthor a hug. C’mere, girl. I got you!

Aw, GuardianCorp is cute y’all. I’m still annoyed how they started out - for writing purposes it was just lazy in that they just didn’t lay the groundwork right for that relationship - BUT I do like Lena and James where they are right now and the last few episodes gave them both more screentime to actually display their relationship dynamic to the viewer outside of them both being territorial at work, not trusting a Luthor blah de blah. And I LIKE James. He’s such a great character, I want to see more of this secure, comfortable, good hearted, talented dude.

James doesn’t have his tie on yet, but he has his Shield on? YEAH OK

OOOOO Kryptonite Spray. Dang. I’d be afraid I’d mix that up with perfume or something. Also, it’s so pretty!

Reign’s up early lol

Space Dad and Space Grand Dad BEAAAANS

Lol Coffee as bean water is just so funny to me. Cuz it’s true

DEO & Legion Crew Where’s my Brainy & Winn BROTP

Cape tricks just sounds dirty to me. Is it just me? Aw THERE’S MY BRAINY & WINN BROTP lolz

“Future dirt” bahahaha I’m dying This reminds me of a time I went to an festival and forgot to get my brother something so I picked up a rock from the parking lot (I was going to steal a sign but I didn’t have the right screw driver) and gave it to him and told him it was from the moon. He believed it for about 5 hours. The look on his face when he realized it definitely was not a legit moon rock though….hahahaha. It’s been over 10 years and it’s still funny.

Brainy hugs like my Toddler and it’s terrifying. Here, let me squish your face. eeeeeeeeee

Alex at Luthor Mansion AN INVISIBLE MANSION??? WHAT THE WHAT And I thought invisible jets were cool

Kara & J’onn checking in on Lena & James Kara asking if Lena’s ok D’awww. MORE TENSION PLEASE Screw you James, no one cares hahaha JK, but really - y’all are friends. Shouldn’t you check in with him, Kara?

I don’t know what Lena’s dress pattern is, but I think it’d be tight as a bow tie.

Kara & J’onn go to see Mama “White Lady” Arias Lmao White Lady with a shotgun? Eeeeee

ARE HER SCRIBBLES KRYPTONIAN OH SHEEEEET

Can we talk about how neatly the Reign World Killer symbol has been penciled onto the wall?

“I’m not gonna turn away from her now” says Mama Arias but you were gonna pull a gun on someone looking for pills?

OKAY

Alex Visits Ruby at Luthor “It’s Invisible” Mansion Aw Ruby loves Alex

I LOVE MOM ALEX OMGGGG

Back to Kara & J’onn at Mama “White Lady” Arias’ house Hahaha Kara and food. I’m with you, lady. Pudding’s pretty great.

Dead flowers CALLED IT. REIGN IS BLIGHT HAHAHAHA SUCKAHS It might just be that I’m super gay, but holy hell Reign’s nails are terrifying.

Ohmygod. This just got TEMPLE OF DOOM level intense.

If Sam was upset about killing people as Reign before. Geeeez

Mon El/Imra and the Necklace at the DEO MONEL. GIVE. THE NECKLACE. BAAAAACK ALKDFSJ;LKDFJS;LDFJKSLDFJKSLDJKS

Brainy bugged the diiiirt?? Awww dude

Are you suuuuure there’s no blight?

Even if Sam comes back at this point, how is she going to live with herself?

Back to Luthor Mansion with Alex and Ruby ALEX LOVES YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN?!?

I didn’t think I could love her more.

Hell yes.

Aw, Rubes knows she’s being lied to. Kids know.

Back to the DEO Party SUPERGIRL, YOUR SECRET WEAPON IS LENA GODDAMMIT

Um, why can’t Imra just stay?

Also, did Chris lose a ton of weight? Are you ok? Is that why we have a beard?

Lena with Kryptonite

Weeeelll this is awkward

Soooo why is Kara ok with low levels of Kryptonite in the training room? Ok ok, I have to go back and rewatch that scene.

Rewatching-

This is OOC Kara, IMO and I like angst.

I dunno, it was just too quick jumping down Lena’s throat. Totes in character for Lena though.

“Even if I did trust you” says SG

That means you don’t. Ouch.

Reign found the invisible mansion without a generator....apparently I know it’s a plot point, but wouldn’t Lex friggin Luthor have a generator to avoid what Reign just did in cutting the power

What cat did they use for Reign’s growl? Damn

Uhhh WHERE’S THE KRYPTONITE SPRAY

Lena save the good stuff for her hotel room? Lmao

I didn’t know bullets could be extra. But that bullet Alex just shot? Super Extra

Reign Unmasked Aw Ruby. Aw honey baby pie. :((((((( I’m sorry, sweetie.

Reign contained in LCorp Oh shit. We back at LCorp

I LOVE LENA SO MUCH. DAMMIT

Aw I was weirdly hoping Lena and Monel would have a conversation. Is that weird? Hmmm

J’onn and his dad’s storyline just breaks my heart.

And Alexa and Ruby breaks my heart.

Lena and Kara breaks my heart.

SUPERGIRL IS BREAKING MY HEART.

I’d be lying though if I said I didn’t love it.

Kara & Lena in Elevator Whoaaaaa “She crossed a line. I can never trust her again”-Lena BREAKIN. MY. HEART.

I know some of y’all think Lena knows due to this scene. But I don't think so. I think that look was her being hurt about her relationship with supergirl and calculating/thinking that Kara is close to SG. If she already knew that Kara was Supergirl, I don’t think we’d get this frankness about what happened and this honesty about how she feels about it. IMO, Lena would shut her out, or wouldn’t give additional/in depth information unless absolutely necessary. This was an “overshare” to a friend.

That hug was so sweet though.

I’m bummed that this angst is occurring because of such out of character behavior from Kara. I guess it was the easiest way to have Kara be upset and set Lena up as following in Luthor footsteps?

I dunno. Maybe I’ve read too many fanfictions, but I think there were other ways for a similar dynamic to have been created without Supergirl acting out. Maybe I just needed more on screen reason for Kara to be so untrusting or SO afraid of her best friend? We’ve spent basically two seasons of Kara defending Lena against the world, literally. This included a video of Lena allegedly stealing kryptonite. Kara’s doubt happened too quickly.

Do I think she should be upset about the kryptonite thing? Absolutely. It adds to being upset about Lena not telling Supergirl about holding Reign in the first place. They could have worked together from the start, or at least, that would be Kara’s view of it and that’s realistic to her character. Having Kara hurt that Lena didn’t trust her? Now that I believe. That’s a more organic wedge to put between them. Kara being trusting and eager to help and having Lena be the one that’s insecure in their relationship with trust issues? I am here for in character angst. Honestly that’s why I love the two of them. Their dynamic is so wonderful with each of their histories. It’s why I keep reading SuperCorp fanfiction. And look - I’m not expecting SuperCorp to be cannon, but the things that make a romantic relationship believable are the same traits that make their platonic cannon relationship so endearing and believable as well. They’re complimentary opposites. Both come from a place of pain and loss, Kara with an almost endless optimism and outward empathy to the world with Lena holding things closer to the chest, a little more pessimistic/realistic but still working for what she thinks is right for the world and those closest to her.

Maybe that coffee was a mistake.

Anyways. I’m still frustrated with the show for writing out of character behaviors in order to move plots along. That said, it’s a campy superhero show and I’ve definitely been entertained by this episode and the last few while still feeling relatively connected to the characters so it’s not all bad.

Definitely looking forward to how they tie this up for the season or leave it hanging for next.

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avaalons · 7 years

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Chris Evans Fic: Unexpectant (2/2)

Warnings: some angst, topics of infertility and adoption.

@j-jewel-l tagged as per request :)

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After settling Dodger in his bed for the night, Chris wearily ascended the stairs to your bedroom. Gently opening the door, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, fitful and uneasy. Quietly and slowly, he padded over to the bed and perched lightly next to you, watching your eyes flicker under your eyelids and your chest rise and fall with hitched breathing. He softly traced the tear tracks on your cheeks, wishing beyond anything that he could magic this all away.

There were days when he thought that stopping the whole process would be the best thing for you both, that the strain just was too much and too all-encompassing, but he was far too afraid to voice those thoughts. Kids had always been on the table for you both; neither of you had made any secret about wanting a family. It had always seemed like an absolute confirmation of your love and commitment to each other, the fact that you were so certain you wanted to raise children together, as a team, as husband and wife. But now, those promises felt like uncomfortable shackles, binding you together, and the very real, nightmarish thought that kids were a deal breaker, that without kids there would be no team, no marriage, had danced around Chris’ head more than once over the past few months. Looking at you now, tracing those lines of grief with his thumb like a raindrop caressing a rose petal, Chris was struck with the extent of just how much you were utterly enough for him. Without children, without a fancy house, without nice cars, without glamour and glitz and three vacations a year, you were all he needed in the world. He could imagine any number and variety of futures, but you were the one constant, the one face that was always there, smiling, laughing, dancing. But he was equally struck with the creeping, panic-inducing doubt of whether or not you felt the same.

Taking his hand back, he ran both through his hair and over his face helplessly. Feeling the type of exhaustion that you don’t get from lack of sleep, he lifted himself from the bed. Soft footsteps took him to the door and with one last look at you, fighting every muscle in his body that told him to curl himself around you, hold you tight and never let go, he tore his gaze away and stepped out into the silent hall. Giving the guest bedroom doors a cursory glance, he decided he didn’t give a damn which one he slept in and simply went for the one that had the most books in, imagining a long night ahead of him.

***

The early morning light was too bright and too stark, painting everything in sharp relief as you stood in the open guest bedroom door, a bag in each hand. Chris was still in the same position you found him in during the night but a small cough alerted him to your presence and his eyes fluttered open, his body automatically trying to straighten out his surely stiff neck.

Taking you in through his drowsy state, he clearly saw you dressed for going outdoors, and the carry ons you held.

‘I - I’m going to my mom’s for a few days,’ you explained, voice quivering. Silence reigned as questions flashed across Chris’ features.

‘I just think… I need - we need - some distance from all of this.’

You wondered if Chris was going to ask any of the questions he was clearly forming. You willed him to. Ask me, stop me, forbid me from leaving.

But eventually a sage incline of his head and a gravelly ‘Okay.’ made your decision to flee all too real. You swallowed a sob, gave a curt nod and spun on your heel, through the house and out into a waiting cab, annoyingly efficient and ready to take you to the airport. Your breathing was only made shallower by looking at the house so you tore your eyes away and concentrated on picking the glossy polish off your nails. You didn’t see the front door fly open and didn’t see Chris’ rumpled, devastated form silhouetted in the frame as the cab wheels crunched over gravel and sped you away, making that new gulf between you unbearably physical.

***

Three thousand miles. You’d put three thousand miles between the two of you and Chris couldn’t help but wonder if that was enough. Would you have gone further if you could? He’d lain awake for what felt like the majority of the last four nights and was beginning to lose his grip on rational thought. The days since you had left had blurred into one long grey, fuzzy stretch of time, punctuated by short check-in texts from you and occasional walks with Dodger. Even those, Chris had been worried about doing after the first couple of times when he got home and couldn’t remember where he’d been, so wrapped up in his thoughts he had been. He didn’t want to accidentally walk Dodger into trouble and risk losing yet something else from his life.

He hadn’t even been paying attention to Dodger in the house, not really. He been fed, of course, and had his ball thrown when it was brought to Chris, but it was all a habitual process. So it didn’t surprise him to discover Dodger upstairs, where he wasn’t supposed to be, curled up on your bed in one of your 'Sunday hoodies’, looking forlorn.

Leaning against the door frame, Chris sympathised with him, 'I know Dodge, I miss her too.’ Chris quickly snapped a picture of him on his cell and tried composing a message. After a few false starts, he eventually typed out a few simple words. We miss you. Come back to us. It was delivered almost instantly and the 'read’ notification appeared but there were no three dots to follow, regardless of the time he spent willing them to.

***

'Look sweetie, not that I don’t love having you here, but you’re clearly miserable. When are you going back to that husband of yours?’ Your mom handed you a mug of steaming tea.

'It’s not that easy mom. I need to figure out what to do.’

'What’s there to figure out? You’ve had a setback, that’s all. You’ll weather the storm together, be stronger for it and eventually things will work out. Perseverance is all that you need.’

It was so straightforward for her, you thought. Looking around the family room, evidence of the long history of your mom and dad’s relationship adorned the walls. There wasn’t anything in the world that they couldn’t get through, but then they’d never had to face something like this.

'Mom, you don’t get it. Chris could go off and find anyone, be perfectly happy with them and have a million kids. I’M the reason he can’t have what he wants. What we both want. It’s all my fault. All of it.’

At that moment, your baby sister walked in, have just awoken. Eighteen and fresh faced, she was waiting to start college in the fall. She was over a decade younger than you and you’d always been very much the Big Sister, someone to look up to and go to for advice. But she was grown up (almost) and you were sure you seemed perfectly old and boring to her now. Heading straight for the coffee pot, she took in the conversation between you and your mother and she pulled a face, 'Not this again.’

'What?’ You demanded, hackles raising and ready for a confrontation.

'When are you going to stop whining and moping and just go and live your perfectly lovely life?’ She leaned against the kitchen counter, challenging you with a raised brow.

You were silent for a beat before the beast was unleashed, 'Are you being serious? What could you possibly know about anything?! Have you ANY idea what I’ve been through the past few years? Do you listen at all??’

'Of course I do, how could any of us not hear you? It’s all you’ve talked about. But have you ever stopped to recognise how many of your sentences start with 'I’? Stop being so damn selfish. Chris is a fucking saint to put up with you and your constant 'poor me’ attitude. He doesn’t WANT anyone else, idiot. He wants you, God knows why, and you don’t stop to think about how shit this must be for him-’

'How DARE you! Of course I do! Thinking about how shit it is for him is exactly why I’m here!’

'No. You’re here playing the martyr, as always. You can’t get something you want for once in your life and you’re stamping your feet and throwing a tantrum. Do you love him?’

'What? Yes, of course!’

'Then stop acting like you only married him to have a baby. That man is head over heels for you, kids or not, and you’re too blinded by your own selfishness to see it. We all love you to bits but you are so freaking spoiled, I swear to God.’

With that, she sashayed out of the room, leaving you blinking in astonishment. Your little sister had just fed you a huge slice of humble pie. Your glance flickered to your mom’s face, who you were sure had something resembling an amused smile on her mouth as she sipped her tea. Your cell buzzed in your pocket and when you checked it, the picture and message had you Googling flights instantly.

You were antsy on the flight. Everyone around you probably thought you had a severe fear of flying. The older gentleman sat next to you offered you a paperback from his collection, advising you that he always found reading to be settling, but you politely refused.

The plane couldn’t land fast enough, everyone was going too slow, purposefully trying to hold you up. The cab line was huge and traffic was terrible. But finally, you were home and opening the cab door almost before the vehicle had ground to a halt. With a desperate, shaking hand you managed to get the key in the lock and let yourself in.

You were met immediately by Chris and his startled gaze. He’d been pacing the hallway. He held his cell to his ear and, judging from the noises of acknowledgement, was clearly listening to the speaker at the other end. You froze on the spot, silent, bags dumped on the floor, eyes locked on his. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and feel his comforting embrace but his facial expression was wary, as though he were faced with an injured animal.

Typical. You’d had this amazing, life altering realisation, courtesy of your eighteen year old sister, and you had caught him while he was taking a call. You used the pause to take in his purple shadowed eyes, the scruff along his jaw that was more than its usual level of slightly unkempt, the hair that stuck up on end from having fingers raked through it.

'Yes. Yes. Okay, that’s fantastic. Okay, so when - all right, okay. I see. Well, okay, see you then. Thanks, bye now.’

After what seemed like a lifetime, Chris hung up and tucked his phone into his pocket, 'What-’

'No, before you say anything, I just want to make a little speech. I’ve been trying to think about what to say on the plane home, so just let me get it out, okay?’

A serious nod was your cue to talk and Chris seemed to gear himself up by tucking his hands into the pockets of his sweats.

'So while I was away, I had a realisation. I’ve been so busy blaming myself that I haven’t tried to support you. I’ve been taking so much and giving you nothing. I was so focused on MY problem that I stopped thinking of it as OUR problem. And that’s what it needs to be, isn’t it? We’re a team. We need to do this together and I need to let you comfort me when I feel sad, because that’s how you stop yourself feeling useless. And I need to stop thinking that you would surely just like to go and find some alternative girl with a perfectly functioning womb and ovaries - no let me finish, hear me out,’ you cut his interjection off, 'I need to accept that you love me, no matter what, as I love you, and that love means that even if we never have any children, we’ll still be happy and have a full and complete life, because we are enough - no, more than enough - for each other. Everything else is a bonus, right?’

Chris continued to stare at you, his expression unfathomable. It was silent for a few moments and you’d had a sudden horrible thought that the time apart had allowed Chris to see things clearly and decide he wanted out. But no, you were not going down that route. You believed in this, believed in the two of you.

Eventually, he spoke, corners of his mouth twitching up slightly, 'And it took you six days and three thousand miles to figure that out?’

You shrugged sheepishly, 'Apparently. Plus a few truths from Soph and a photo of certain little dude wrapped in my clothing. I’ve been so focused on what we couldn’t have that I stopped appreciating all the amazing things we do have. I’m so sorry, if I made you feel less than.’

He took a step towards you, bridging the gap, and you sprung into action, meeting him in the middle, wrapping your legs around his hips. He caught you precisely; you were made for him. That longed-for embrace finally happened and you breathed him in. Home at last. Small kisses fluttered across your neck and face until you wrapped your hands just under his ears and pulled his mouth to yours desperately.

'Let me show you just how much more than enough we are for each other,’ Chris asked, voice tight and husky. You nodded enthusiastically and Chris made for the stairs, carrying you to your bedroom for a reunion entirely focused on just the two of you, rediscovering the pleasure and excitement to found in each other’s bodies.

***

You traced swirly patterns across the hard planes of Chris’ chest and abs, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder. One strong arm was tucked firmly around you, his hand pressed possessively against your hip and lower stomach. The other rested on his own ribcage, and when your dancing fingers strayed too close to his, he caught them and brought them to his lips to kiss the back of your hand. A small giggle escaped your throat and he opened his eyes to smile indulgently down at you.

'Chris?’

'Hmm?’

'If you - do you think we should back out of the adoption process for a while?’ You felt him tense under you, clearly thinking about the best way to respond.

When he spoke, his words were considered and careful, 'What would be the reasoning behind that?’

'Maybe I - I want you to be certain of me. That you are my everything, before anything else.’ You shifted your head to gaze up at him and he searched your face.

'I never really doubted it until six days ago. I think this process has brought out our deepest insecurities but whenever that happens, we just need to remember that we didn’t get married to secure some baby deal. We got married because it was right for us.’

'So you don’t want to stop?’ You couldn’t help let the hope creep into your voice, but it was important he know that if he wanted to call the whole adoption off, you would be willing to as well.

'Well it would be a shame to do that now, wouldn’t it?’ He was being deliberately vague and kissed your forehead to try and distract you from it.

You had a dawning realisation that he knew something you didn’t and you propped yourself up on your elbow, hand lightly tapping against his chest, 'Christopher Evans, what aren’t you telling me?’

His eyes were laughing when he spoke, 'Well I just mean that it would be a shame since we have a meeting with the social worker tomorrow. He rang earlier to confirm.’

The phone call he was taking when you arrived.

'A meeting? Tomorrow?’

'Yeah, I didn’t know what to say at first but then you walked in so I figured-’

'Chris, just tell me,’ you had to know and he was enjoying himself too much.

Another kiss to your forehead, 'Babe, they’ve found us a match.’

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A Soft Morning

Chris Evans x Reader

Cold October mornings with Chris

Note: Some very soft Chris fluff. Based on this request. Enjoy!

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When you wake up, you reach across the bed and feel a cold empty space where your husband should be. You sigh and rub your eyes before looking at the clock. It’s early morning and the only light comes from the alarm clock.

Just when you start to think about getting out from under the covers, Chris comes back into the bedroom. He has two mugs of coffee in his hands, and he smiles at you.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Chris says. You sit up and take your coffee from him, sipping it and humming in appreciation.

“How do you always know when I’m going to be awake?”

“It’s a gift,” Chris says with a chuckle. You lean into his shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you. “Nah, you always start stirring next to me, so I get up and make you the coffee. I’ve been doing this since we got together, babe.”

“Ah, so that’s why I married you,” you tease.

“Yep, all for the fresh coffee. And hopefully for my good looks?” he wiggles his eyebrows funnily and you laugh.

No one else could make you laugh at seven am.

“Yes, baby. Also for your good looks,” you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asks.

“Hm, only if we go get donuts afterwards,” you say.

“Pumpkin donuts?”

“It’s only appropriate,” you say.

“Deal,” he agrees.

The two of you get up and get dressed. Dodger jumps around excitedly as he sees that you and Chris are getting ready for a walk.

You step outside into the cold morning and Chris hands you a hoodie.

“How did you know I’d forget to put one on?” you ask him, feigning shock.

“Forget might not be the right word, baby,” he teases. “You know you could put mine on without me giving it to you.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you joke. He laughs and you two start your walk.

Despite being cold, it’s a relaxing walk through the neighborhood and to the donut shop. Chris orders all of the fall flavors and you laugh at every cheesy comment he makes as he taste tests each type.

You two walk back home hand in hand. Cold October mornings with Chris are your favorite.

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Cooking With Chris

Chris Evans x Reader

You and Chris do a cooking video together on Instagram live

Note: This is based on this request. Yes, I referenced Cooking With Flo. I am nothing if not a simp for both Chris and Flo lol. Enjoy!

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Chris is setting up his new phone on a stand and preparing ingredients when you enter the kitchen.

“You’re serious about this, huh?” You ask him as you grab a water from the fridge.

“Absolutely, baby. I want the world to meet you in our own terms. Plus, we get some delicious dinner afterwards,” Chris says. He always finds a way to look on the bright side and it warms your heart.

“Let’s get it started then,” you say.

Before he starts video, he turns around and kisses you.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he says.

“Don’t thank me until we haven’t burnt down the house, babe,” you joke.

He chuckles as he starts the video.

“Hey everyone! I’m here with my partner y/n. We wanted to do this video as a way for you to get to know them on our terms and to have some fun in the process,” Chris says.

The comments are already going wild before you’ve even spoken.

“We’re going to be making an easy pasta dish today. After all, we are not chefs and are definitely not even experts at this video thing,” Chris continues.

“Yeah we aren’t Florence Pugh, so this is not the same thing she does,” you add with a laugh. Chris nods along and laughs too.

“Exactly. You guys can send in questions while we cook and we’ll answer a few,” Chris explains.

Of course, there are way more than you two could ever sift through, especially while cooking, but you manage to answer a few questions. The fans seem to enjoy hearing your answers and seeing you and Chris interact.

You’re both truly so happy and in love that it can’t help but be palpable in the way you act around each other.

When you are finishing up, Dodger makes a surprise appearance and the fans love that too. Chris grins into the camera as he pets Dodger before he stands back up and you two end the video.

“Alright, that’s all for today everyone! Thanks for joining us and who knows maybe we’ll do this again. What do you think, y/n?” Chris asks with his arms around you from behind.

“I think so. A little Cooking with Chris,” you say.

“Cooking with Chris and y/n,” he adds.

“And Dodger,” you say as he’s cutting off the video.

Chris laughs and pulls you into his embrace.

“I think that went well, sweetheart,” he says.

“I think so too, babe,” you say, kissing him gently.

“I’m so hungry,” he says when you pull away.

“Me too.”

And so, the two of you enjoy the meal you made together as the internet goes crazy for your video. Another cooking video is definitely in your future.

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Written in the Stars

Chris Evans x Female Reader

A soft evening with Chris

Note: This is based on this request. It’s fluffy as can be lol. Also, it features the classic NASA hat haha. I hope you enjoy it!

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You and Chris have been dating for a little over a year and you couldn’t be more in love with each other. It’s the soft kind of love that you both always dreamt of finding.

You have met each other’s families over the course of the year and today you are at one of his sister’s house for a birthday party.

“Y/n, come here sweetheart,” Chris gets your attention from the living room. You’ve been in the kitchen for a while chatting with his family.

He’s wearing a huge smile as you walk up to him and sit as closely as you can to him, one of your legs even drapes over his knee slightly.

“What’s up?” You ask him. He drops a kiss to your temple and pulls you closer.

“I just missed you,” he says and you let out a small laugh.

“I missed you too, babe,” you indulge him. The grin he gives you is well worth it.

Your moment in your own world is interrupted by Chris’ nephews running up to him.

“Uncle Chris come see our new trampoline!” One of them says.

“Oh sweet! Your mom finally got you one?” Chris asks them. You feel his hand softly on your back telling you he’s going to stand up and go with them.

“She did! She’s the best!” his other nephew answers and Chris looks at his sister with a beaming smile.

You and Chris follow the kids outside. They, including Chris, jump on the trampoline for hours. You watch them and laugh at how Chris always makes sure to get your attention before he does any cool flips.

Later on that night, you and Chris find yourself laying on the trampoline. He’s laying with his back flat on it while you lean up on your elbow and look in his eyes.

“Did you have a good day?” Chris asks you softly. That’s the kind of guy he is, always making sure you had a good time even if he was with you and knows that you did.

“I did. It was a great day, babe,” you reply. “How about you?”

“It was a perfect day,” he says. There’s a certain dreamy, breathlessness to his voice that makes you fall even harder for him.

You’re about to lean down and kiss his lips when he suddenly takes off his hat and puts it on your head. He laughs at the shock on your face and lifts the bill just enough to lean in and kiss you.

After he pulls away, you turn and lay next to him. His hand intertwines with yours at your side as you look up at the stars.

“Does this mean I get to keep this hat?” You ask him.

“Hmm I don’t know, baby. It’s one of my favorites,” Chris says.

“That’s true, but so am I.”

“Good point, y/n.”

This time it’s Chris who leans up and his hand moves naturally to your waist.

“And you do look so cute in it,” Chris compliments. He taps the bill playfully and you smile at him. “My NASA girl,” he jokes and you both laugh so hard that you could cry.

“I adore you, my NASA boy,” you tell him. The genuine smile on his face says he might actually like that nickname.

“I love you, y/n,” Chris says.

“I love you too, Chris,” you reply. He kisses your lips softly and you melt into him.

He lays back down next to you and pulls you closer to rest on his chest. You two look up at the stars and think about your love for each other. It’s a love that’s written in the stars, you have no doubt about that.

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Autumns in Boston

Chris Evans x Reader

You go on a morning walk with Chris and Dodger. Love and laughter ensues

Note: This is based on this super adorable request. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You never considered yourself much of a fan of getting up early but arising for autumn morning walks with Chris and Dodger is worth it. Chris always lends you one his sweaters and he holds you close as you walk together.

“This is a beautiful view, Chris,” you tell your boyfriend as you look out into the brown, yellow, and red colored trees.

“I thought you’d like it, sweetheart. Boston in the fall is just perfect,” Chris says. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as you continue to walk through the beautiful scenery.

You stop to take a photo of the trees and Chris lets you take a few before he jumps into the frame and poses for you playfully. He accidentally lets go of Dodger and has to run after him.

“Oh, this is perfect,” you laugh out as you take one of Chris running towards the dog.

You catch up with Chris and Dodger and show him the photos.

“I’m so photogenic,” Chris jokes as he looks at one of him practically tripping over Dodger’s leash.

“Oh yeah, babe. I’m definitely posting this one,” you tease him.

“You wouldn’t,” Chris says dramatically, feigning betrayal.

“Kiss me and I won’t,” you say sweetly.

Chris obliges and leans in for a slow, passionate kiss. You never get tired of the feeling of his lips on yours. Once you pull away, you decide to walk back to his house for an early morning movie and cup of hot cocoa.

The three of you, Dodger is always included, snuggle on the couch by the fireplace as you scroll through movies to decide which one to watch. There are many fall movies, so you make a list and randomly pick one.

A little while into the movie, you decide to post some photos from your morning walk on Instagram. Chris went to the kitchen to make a snack and it was the perfect time for you to sneak and post photos of him.

He comes back to a notification that you tagged him in a photo, and he lets out a loud laugh, grabbing his chest as always, at your choice of photos.

“I had to do it, babe,” you say with a smile.

“I’m glad you did, honestly,” he replies. “Come here.”

Chris opens his arms for you once again and you snuggle up against him. You could definitely get used to autumns in Boston forever.

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Surprise Getaway

Chris Evans x Reader

Both you and Chris have been working hard lately, so he surprises you with a relaxing vacation. Based on this request

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“Where are we going?” you ask Chris from your spot in the passenger seat of his car. He smirks and reaches over to put a hand on your thigh.

“I told you, it’s a surprise,” he says sweetly.

“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” you say excitedly, making Chris laugh.

“You’ll find out soon, sweetheart.”

Chris continues to drive and eventually you two get to the airport. You look at him with an excited smile as you both get out of the car.

The flight goes by quickly and when you get to the destination, you still aren’t quite sure what Chris has planned. He leads you to a car outside.

The car pulls up to a beach resort. It’s fancy, you can tell that much from the immediate way you’re offered a drink. When you get to your room, you step out onto the balcony and Chris wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Now, this is a great surprise,” you say as you look out at the ocean in front of you. It’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.

“I’m glad you like it, baby,” he says. He leans over your shoulder and kisses your cheek. “Want to go for a swim?”

“Absolutely I do,” you say.

The two of you get changed and walk down to the beach. When you get there, Chris starts running towards the water and you watch on as he gets smacked down by a wave.

“Come on in!” Chris shouts at you as he stands back up.

You go into the water a little more calmly than Chris did and you get past the waves without being knocked down. You smile proudly and Chris wraps you into a hug.

After a while of standing in the water, and taking turns trying to ride the waves, you and Chris settle on a beach chair to relax.

“This is exactly what we needed,” you say. Chris hums in agreement and pulls you closer to him.

“We gotta do this more often, sweetheart,” Chris says.

You kiss him and with a hand on the back of your neck he deepens the kiss. It heats up quickly and you tap his chest to remind him that you’re in public. He pulls away slightly with a laugh.

“Save that for the room, babe,” you say and he blushes a little bit.

“Sorry. I just love you so much,” he says.

“I love you too, Chris,” you reply.

The rest of the vacation is spent with the two of you having some much needed time together to relax and unwind. It’s absolutely wonderful.

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Dinner Dates at Home

Chris Evans x Reader

You and Chris cook dinner together at his house.

Note: This is based on this request. It features everyone’s favorite dog, Dodger. It’s all fluff. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Hey!” Chris says as he opens the door for you.

“Hey Chris, I come bearing ingredients,” you say holding up grocery bags and he laughs before taking them from your hands.

“Perfect,” he says. “Come on in. Make yourself at home.”

You follow him into the kitchen and that’s where you see Dodger in person for the first time. He’s jumping with excitement and Chris calms him down before ushering you over to pet the dog.

“Hey buddy,” you say as you pet Dodger gently. He leans into your touch and you smile. “God, you’re so right about him being just adorable.”

“I know right. He’s insanely cute. I’ll never get over it,” Chris says as he also pets the dog.

After a few moments, Dodger runs to the other room. You two take that as your cue to get started on dinner. He turns on soft music and you begin cooking with him.

When Chris suggested a date cooking at his house, you weren’t sure about it. But it’s turning out to be a lot of fun to just be in the kitchen with him.

“Here,” Chris says as he hands you an ingredient. You kiss his cheek in thanks and his reaction is to grab you by the waist and pull you into his embrace.

He spins you around and you two sway to the music for a moment. Chris kisses you softly before letting you get back to the simmering pan on the stove.

You two enjoy eating the dinner together just as much as you did cooking it. The conversation is filled with laughter and comfort that you just can’t help but feel with him.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Chris asks you once you two have cleaned up dinner.

“Yeah that sounds nice,” you reply.

He guides you to the couch and sits with his arm around you. After a minute of scrolling, Chris turns on the newest Little Women movie. You smile to yourself at him remembering how you told him on your first date how you love this movie.

“Come here Dodge,” Chris calls the dog and he plops himself down up against Chris. When you reach over and pet Dodger, he scoots closer to Chris and ends up partially in your lap.

You look over to see Chris smiling at the scene before you snuggle into Chris’ side.

Dinner dates at home with Chris and Dodger may just become your favorite way to spend your time.

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Lots of Chocolate

Chris Evans x Female Reader

When you have bad period cramps, Chris takes care of you

Note: This is based on this request. It’s very soft. Also, I certainly know that sometimes nothing can help cramps (booo), but for the sake of this story I used a few tactics that sometimes help. I hope you enjoy!

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When you woke up this morning, you immediately could feel that it was going to be a bad day of cramps. Unfortunately, they always seem to be the worst on the days where you really need them to go away.

Still, you get up and get ready to meet your boyfriend Chris for a picnic lunch date. He got back to the city this morning and has been planning this day with you for a while. When you get to the park, Chris hugs you so tightly that it’s hard to breathe. But you don’t mind. You’ve missed him dearly.

“Hey, are you okay, sweetheart?” Chris asks you about halfway through the meal. He has a furrowed brow, and his tone sounds very concerned.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s nothing,” you reply. Chris moves closer to you. He sits behind you and wraps his strong arms around you. You settle between his legs and lean back into his chest.

“It’s not nothing. You can tell me what’s going on, baby,” he says softly. He rests his head over your shoulder and his beard brushes against your cheek.

“I’m just not feeling super well,” you say.

“I’m sorry, my love. Do you want to go home?”

“Oh, no that’s okay. You’ve been planning this for a while now. I’ll be okay. It’s just cramps,” you explain.

Chris hugs you from behind, dropping a kiss to your cheek, before he moves from behind you to start packaging the food back up.

“What are you doing?” you ask him.

“I have an idea. You trust me?” he asks with a wicked grin. You nod and he leans over and kisses your lips softly before continuing to clean up the picnic.

Once he is finished, he takes your hand and leads you to his car. He drives to the grocery and tells you to wait in the car. Chris emerges ten minutes later with multiple bags.

“What’s all this?” you ask him.

“My idea,” Chris replies. He starts the car and drives to your place. Chris hops out of the car and hustles to the other side to open your car door.

“Why thank you,” you say, and he smiles before kissing your cheek.

“Right this way, my lady,” he gestures for you to walk ahead. He grabs the grocery bags, and he follows you into your house.

You sit down on the couch and Chris goes into your kitchen. You still don’t know what he’s up to, but you’re grateful for the air conditioning and the soft place to sit.

“Alright, baby. I got some snacks,” Chris says as he comes into the room. “I was kind of winging it, but I got some chocolate, chocolate ice cream, and chocolate chip cookie dough.”

“That’s so sweet, Chris,” you say with a small pout at how cute he is. He sits down next to you on the couch. He leans in and kisses your pout away. “Lots of chocolate, huh?”

“Well, google did say chocolate helps with cramps,” Chris explains, and you laugh softly. He grins at you and wraps an arm around you.

“I’m sorry about our plans for the day,” you say.

“Hey, as long as I’m with you I’m happy, baby,” Chris says. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

And so, the two of you spend the rest of the day resting on the couch and eating the snacks Chris bought for you. It’s exactly what you needed to feel better.

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Chris Evans’ Day Off

Chris Evans x Reader

Chris is exhausted from press tours, so you call in sick for him and spend the entire day cuddling in bed together

Note: This is based on this request. It’s some more Chris fluff that has been highly requested lol. I hope you enjoy it! (the title is definitely a play on Ferris Bueller lol despite the plot not being similar to this at all)

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It’s half past 10am when Chris finally stirs awake. He sits up frantically and looks for his phone. He curses to himself when he sees what time it is and starts getting out of bed before your hand on his arm draws his attention to you.

“I’m late,” Chris mumbles. You smile at his morning, sleepy voice.

“You’re not late, baby. The interviews for today got moved to tomorrow,” you tell him. He leans against the headboard and you scoot closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder.

“How did that happen?” He wonders aloud.

“I may or may not have told your team that you weren’t feeling well,” you reply.

“Oh,” he says.

You can’t immediately gauge his reaction which makes you feel a little nervous about having made a decision for him. But when he puts his hand on your thigh softly and kisses your head, you know he’s grateful for it.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I was exhausted. I still am a bit, but sleeping in definitely helped,” Chris explains. He rests his head atop of yours and you lace your fingers with his.

“I’m glad it helped. I figured we could stay in bed all day and cuddle,” you suggest.

“Sounds amazing, y/n.”

Chris squeezes your hand and you two settle back down into the bed. You both lay on your sides, facing each other. One of his arms is around your waist while the other caresses your cheek softly.

“I love you,” Chris says sweetly.

“I love you too, Chris.”

“Thanks for calling in sick for me,” he says with a smile. You inch closer to him and kiss his lips softly.

“Anytime baby. I think I should call in sick for you like once a week so we can have more days like this,” you say.

He laughs as you bury your face in the space between his neck and his shoulder. You feel his beard brush against your cheek as he affectionately snuggles closer to you.

It’s the perfect day off.

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One Single Thread of Gold

Chris Evans x Reader

Chris takes you for a ride to relax after a long day

Note: Flufftober yay! This is based on this request. Taylor Swift rules. Enjoy!

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“Hey babe,” you say as you knock on Chris’ open home office door.

“Come on in, sweetheart,” Chris says.

You walk over to him and stand between his legs. His hands come to rest on your waist as yours hold the sides of his face. Chris grins up at you.

He just finished an interview, and you can’t help but love the way he looks right now. His beard is freshly groomed, and he is wearing a button up that lets just a tiny bit of tattoos show.

“How was the interview?” you ask him.

“It was okay. Not as good as being with you now is. How was your day?”

“It was decent. A little stressful though,” you admit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. He stands up from his office chair and you two switch the position of your hands. His find your face and he brushes his knuckles over your cheeks ever so lightly.

“Do you want to go for a ride and listen to Taylor Swift?” he asks you with an excited smile.

“Really?”

“Of course. She always makes you feel better, my love,” he says.

“I’m so in love with you,” you say.

“I’m so in love with you too, y/n. Let me grab my keys and we’ll head out, yeah?”

“Yes please,” you say.

Chris kisses your lips briefly before he takes your hand leads you to his car.

You spend the evening driving around and listening to Taylor Swift. Chris sings the songs loudly after you catch him pretending he doesn’t know the lyrics.

Chris looks over at you singing invisible string and he just knows that you’re his forever.

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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The Flame

Chris Evans x Female Reader

At a wedding in your hometown, you run into your old high school flame. Chris meets your daughter and he meets you again. Has the fire went out between the two of you?

Note: I randomly got this idea listening to an old country song lol. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You look around the room, ignoring the hustle and bustle of the crowd around you. Your eyes are searching for one particular person and you find her standing next to a man and talking to him.

You approach them quickly and hear an unmistakably familiar voice coming from the man.

“Mama, hi!” Your daughter interrupts the man and runs to your arms.

“Hi sweetheart,” you say as you lift her up into your arms. She’s smiling incredibly wide and bursting at the seams with a sugar rush.

The man turns around at the sound of your voice to find the owner. It’s Chris. The Chris you used to be hopelessly in love with.

“Y/n?” He asks. It has been years since you’ve seen him, but here he is standing right here in front of you.

“Chris,” you say. There are no other words forming in your mind right now.

You didn’t know if you’d ever see him again. He left in such a hurry that last night you were together. Chris was going to LA to act. You were staying in Boston to go to school and start a career of your own. It was simple really. You had to split ways for each of your own sakes.

But you never forgot how much you loved Chris. You’re pretty sure you haven’t stopped loving him.

“I can’t believe I ran into you here,” Chris says.

“Yeah, it’s crazy,” you say. “I didn’t realize you’d kept in touch with everyone here.”

“Only a handful, but enough to be here. How are you? How have you been?” Chris asks you.

“Oh, I’ve been good. Got married, had a daughter, got divorced. That’s pretty much it,” you say with a dry laugh.

“So, this is your daughter?” He gestures to the girl who he was talking to that now rests in your arms.

“Yeah. Can you say hi to Mr. Chris, baby?” you ask her.

“Mama, I already talked to him,” she replies simply.

“You can still say hi. Please?”

“Hi Mr. Chris,” your daughter blurts out. You kiss her temple and she smiles.

With that, your cousin walks by and notices you talking to Chris, so she takes your daughter off to play with the other kids.

“She’s adorable, y/n,” Chris compliments. He watches as your daughter runs around the event hall. It stirs something deep in his gut. He always imagined himself being the father of your children.

“She’s the best,” you say. “What’s up with you? I mean other than being a superhero.”

“Not much else. I’ll be in town for a while I think. I’ve missed it here,” and after a pause he adds “I’ve missed you.”

You feel your heart still longing for him and the fire burns deep.

“I’ve missed you too, Chris. It’s been years, but I still feel like it was just yesterday when we were together,” you say. You’re a little surprised at yourself for admitting to him how much you missed him.

“It does, doesn’t it? I really haven’t- you know- really been serious with anyone else since we broke up. Is that crazy?” Chris asks. He lets out a shy laugh. You smile remembering how often he used to get shy on everyone.

“It’s not crazy. I only dated my ex-husband and well we can see how that turned out,” you say matter of factly.

“Well, he’s a fool for losing you,” Chris says.

“I left him, actually. Things weren’t right. We both knew it, but I was the one willing to leave. Staying for our daughter wasn’t worth it anymore. He’s a good guy and a great dad. You’d probably like him,” you explain.

“Ah, maybe,” Chris says.

“I kind of thought we’d end up getting married and having kids. Me and you,” you say.

“Me too.”

The air gets thicker around you and Chris at those confessions. You both knew you felt it, but hearing it said out loud is completely different.

“Would you like to dance?” Chris says, breaking some of the tension. He offers you his hand which you take as you move to the dance floor.

Immediately, the warmth of Chris hits you with a wave of nostalgia. You dance close, but not too close. With each verse, you get more comfortable together again and by the end you’re laughing and enjoying yourself for the first time in a long time.

After a few songs, your daughter comes up to you and wants more cake. You tell her it’s actually getting late and you better go. She sighs, but lets you carry her to find your ride. Your cousin isn’t ready to leave yet, and daughter is getting sleepier by the minute.

“Hey, I can give you guys a ride. If you want?” Chris asks you. You’d left him behind on the dance floor to tend to your daughter. He understood, of course.

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” Chris replies.

He walks out of the building with the two of you and opens the doors of his car. You thank him as he helps you get your daughter buckled in.

The drive to your house is quiet. Your daughter falls asleep by the time you get there.

“May I?” Chris asks as you go to lift her out of the car. It’s not that he doesn’t think you can lift her, but that he wants to help. It makes your heart flutter.

You let him pick up your daughter and carry her inside to her bed. Once she’s settled in, you kiss her goodnight and close her door behind you.

Chris is standing on the living room looking at photos that line the walls.

“Look at us,” he says, gesturing to one of your friend group from high school.

“We were just babies,” you remark. “Hey, thanks for helping with her. It means a lot.”

“Oh yeah, no problem. I should probably get going,” he says.

“Yeah,” you agree. He starts walking towards the door, but you realize you don’t want him to leave. “Chris- wait-“

He turns around immediately and walks towards you. He stops just inches from your lips and you nod before he connects his lips with yours.

Years of passion, of longing, of loving comes together in the touch of his lips against yours.

The scratch of his newly graying beard brushes against your face and you smile into the kiss. It’s a different feeling. It’s a perfect feeling.

“I still love you,” Chris says once he pulls away for air.

“I still love you too, Chris.”

And deep within, your fire still burns for each other. The flame never went out.

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