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chris evans | instastory | 11/07/2022
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rosalyn51 · 2 years
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Downton Reunion 🎵🎶🎶
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NEW 📸 by Hugh Bonneville Instastory “Coldplay GoodE Great”/ Downton Abbey reunion at Coldplay Wembley Concert 2022 💥💥💥
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Coldplay is Matthew GoodE’s favorite band. His brother went to school with Chris Martin. Hugh and Matthew are both alum of The Webber Douglas Academy of Dramatic Art in London. Matthew played Henry Talbot in Downton Abbey, who is the son-in-law of Lord Grantham (Hugh Bonneville). They both fundraised for Auction in Ukraine in June. (Photo below).
Huge thanks to Hugh 🙏😘❤️ for Gr8 photo! You finally found our HENRY TALBOT. He’s back 🏎 (Actually Matthew has just returned from a wonderful family vacation in Greece.)
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Photo: Virgin Radio UK. Hugh Bonneville, Auction for Ukraine Organizer & Host Chris Evans, Matthew GoodE and Matthew Goode, and Jack Savoretti
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theycallmebecca · 1 year
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The Chris Evans tag is just the screen grab from his InstaStory.
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whostheblondegirl · 2 years
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Scott Evans with a Christmas gift for everyone 🎁🎄
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savvy-ivvory · 4 years
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WHY YALL ASSES AINT TELL ME CHRIS EVANS FINALLY GOT AN INSTAGRAM!!
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myhughniverse · 6 years
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Amazing night surprising #ChrisEvans at ‘Dine & Disco’ which is in aid of @bbccin #childreninneed 🙌🏻 💖🎤😊
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buckyboobear · 6 years
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Seb's Instagram story! 10/26/17
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worksby-d · 3 years
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did you see chris' latest instastory of him playing the piano? it's literally so beautiful and now i can't stop thinking about if you're having a bad day and you want him to play you a little snippet of something and he's like "of course sweetheart, cmere" and you sit down on the piano bench next to him and rest your head on his shoulder while he plays something soft and sweet ugh! i saw his post and immediately thought about if you'd write something for it?
did i see it? uhhh YES. and i will think about nothing else but it for the foreseeable future.
this isn't what i planned on writing tonight, but y'all can thank mr. evans for that.
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you take a deep breath before walking in the house, trying to compose yourself after all day
nothing in particular happened, it's just one of those days when you're wore down from trying to keep it together under the usual stress at work
“hey, hey, look who’s home,” he smiles, waving to you from the kitchen when you walk by
you fake a smile the best you can, waving back to him like a dork
“what are you doing?” you inquire walking further into the room, looking at the food sitting on the counter
“just wanted to have dinner ready when you got home,” he shrugs. “i'm almost done. go change into comfier clothes, and it'll be ready”
“okay,” you nod, smiling a little more genuinely this time
taking off your makeup, it hits you, and you finally break down, crying in front of the bathroom mirror
each time you think you've calmed down, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and choke out another sob, feeling pathetic for crying over, seemingly, nothing
when it feels like it's taking you longer than usual, Chris leaves the kitchen to check on you
when he walks in the bedroom and hears your muffled crying through the door to the bathroom, he hurriedly, but carefully cracks the door open
seeing your reflection first, he opens the door all the way, swiftly pulling you into his arms
“sweetheart, what's wrong?”
you just shake your head against his chest, not trusting your voice, so he hugs you tighter, swaying a bit, trying to calm you
“sorry,” you finally whisper, lifting your head so you can wipe away your tears
he grabs a towel off the counter and gets it wet, so he can gently wipe your face for you
“it was a long day, and i finally broke down, but then i felt stupid for crying about it, so that made it worse, and i couldn't stop,” you explain, still sniffling, feeling so vulnerable as he continues to wipe away lingering tears
“come with me,” he quietly urges, grabbing your hand
he leads you to the piano with him, so you sit next to him on the bench, wrapping your arms around his middle while your head rests lightly on his shoulder
you close your eyes as he starts playing, trying to steady your breathing as you listen to the soft music
he's relieved when you quietly begin to hum along, so he continues to play a little longer
when he stops, you open your eyes, taking your head off his shoulder
“i'm sorry you had a long day,” he sympathizes, turning his head to meet your lips with a delicate kiss
you shrug, flashing him a weak smile
“thanks for calming me down,” you chuckle. “damn piano works every time”
glad to hear you joking, he laughs with you, once again taking your hand in his
“let’s go eat, then if you're still sad, i’ll play more for you,” he offers
“what if i just want you to play because you're good at it and it sounds pretty?”
rolling his eyes, he can't suppress his smile. “anything for you, sweetheart”
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nuge · 2 years
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chris evans | instastory | 04/22/2019
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dc41896 · 3 years
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Cry Baby
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Something short I thought of. Hope you guys like it☺️!
Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader
⚠️: None, all fluff💕!
“Cmon are you still mad about last night?,” Chris chuckles watching you forcefully shut the refrigerator door after getting the orange juice. Simply glaring at him as you pour the liquid into your glass, he shakes his head loudly sighing as he rounds the island to retrieve one of his own.
His hand reaches out to grasp the plastic bottle, but is only met with air from you returning the juice back to its spot in the fridge and walking away as if you didn’t see him. “Oh so it’s like that huh?,” he smirks as you sit at the bar contentedly humming.
“It’s not my fault the better team won sweetheart.”
“No we were the better team. Your team, which isn’t even really your team since you’re only supporting one person, received assistance from the refs and their missed calls.”
“Your team had home field advantage, meaning those were their refs.”
Dangit, that’s true.
“...well...they were probably paid by y’all to miss those calls.”
“Mhmm sure,” he laughs winking at you as he takes a sip of his juice.
“Plus look who we’re talking about. Wouldn’t be the first time he tried to cheat,” you retort nonchalantly taking a drink as he tilts his head and his mouth slightly hangs open in shock that you’d dare try to tarnish the reputation of his favorite player.
You’d been going back and forth like this with each other since last night. Chris was quiet for the most part, calmly drinking his beer as you cheered on your team, who was winning at the time, and teased him about all the crap he gave you before about counting out his esteemed QB. When the third quarter came though, the dynamics quickly shifted.
“Yes!!,” he claps jumping up from his seat. “Another touchdown babe!”
“So. We’re still in the lead and we have a whole fourth quarter to get through. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch honey.”
“I could tell you the same thing sweetheart,” he whispers leaning down to kiss your cheek as you roll your eyes.
Unfortunately this newfound momentum didn’t subside as the fourth quarter eventually finished and the other team was declared the winners, sealing their spot in the divisional championship.
“Still the king of comebacks,” he smiles taking a picture of the final score to more than likely tweet and add to his instastory. Lips pouted with your arms crossed, he mockingly pouts back once turning to you after noticing your extended silence. “Aww it’s okay babe. There’s always next year.”
“It should’ve been this year,” you mumble, shifting to avoid his extended arms trying to bring you in for a hug. “Everything was going fine until you brought that out.”
Looking down at his Brady sweatshirt, he chuckles lowering your pointed index finger.
“So now I’m a jinx?,” he quipped with a raised brow.
“Not you necessarily...”
“Because clearly your team was just unprepared and choked.”
There’s a mini stare off as his amused eyes peer into your shocked ones expecting one of your many stored witty remarks as he sips from the sweating beer bottle. When you stand up, though, walking towards your shared bedroom his expression is quick to turn concerned following behind to grab your hand.
“Hey wait, are you seriously mad? Babe I’m sorry, it was just trash talk and jokes.”
“Come on Dodge, let’s go to bed,” you call, soon seeing brown and white fur rush from his spot by the window to your side. “You can have dad’s side.”
With a taunting smile, you turn on your heel leaving your husband a bit dumbstruck and only able to sigh raking his fingers through his hair watching you and his best friend saunter down the hall.
“Um excuse you he’s done no such thing.”
“Sureee. And he wasn’t able to play those few weeks that one season because....?,” you ask, waving your hand waiting for his answer, which would only be some excuse.
“This is a road you definitely don’t want to go down sweetheart. Especially since your team isn’t squeaky clean,” he smirks moving to stand beside you.
“I think I’m more than prepared seeing that one incident is just a tiny speck compared to the long list accompanying other said team.”
“You know what Mrs. Evans?”
“No, what Mr. Evans? Besides the fact that you’re in denial,” you retort standing up. You can feel the faint air coming from his nostrils and the heat radiate from his skin as you both anxiously wait in silence for who would make the next move.
“...I love you,” he smiles bringing his hand up to graze the back of his fingers against your cheek making you giggle. Leaning in, his lips teasingly brush against yours before meeting to move slowly, but deeply reminding you just how much you’d missed the sensation.
You just barely break apart for air, smiling with each additional peck as your fingers lightly scratch his beard.
“I love you too. Even if you do have questionable taste in football teams.”
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queenofspades20 · 3 years
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Snow Day
Synopsis: Steve and Y/n spend a snow day together
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: just some fluff
Preexisting relationship; not in MCU timeline. Steve’s look is probably close to what he looked like in Endgame. Saw Chris Evans’ instastory today and was inspired. Really missing living in Massachusetts (and seeing my family that’s still there) and would love a snow day and someone to spend it with. Just wanted to write some fluff. Hope you enjoy!
Y/n woke up, feeling the chill in the room. She burrowed further under the covers, not wanting to leave the comforting warmth that was surrounding her. Her boyfriend’s arm was loosely hanging over her side, his front facing her back. Between their legs was their dog, Copper, curled up in a ball. Y/n moved her body back towards Steve to cuddle closer. Copper kicked his leg at her in protest of the move, but he settled quickly. Steve tightened his arm around Y/n.
“Doll, go back to sleep. S’cold,” Steve mumbled. He moved his face and put it in the crook of her neck, placing a soft kiss.
“I’m not getting up. I just wanted to be closer to my super heat-producing soldier,” Y/n whined slightly. She felt Steve’s body shake with laughter behind her. He moved his legs around Copper and tangled them with Y/n’s.
Y/n sighed as she felt Steve’s body heat cocoon her. She lifted her head slightly to look at the window in front of her. “It’s snowing. Can we have a snow day?”
Steve placed another kiss on her neck. “What does a snow day entail?” he mumbled.
“Well, Copper needs to go for a quick W-A-L-K,” Y/n whisper-spelled the last word, so as to prevent Copper from getting excited and trying to get them up earlier than they wanted. “But we get a fire going in the fireplace, make a breakfast that involves carbs and warmth and hot chocolate, watch a ton of Christmas movies, and cuddle all day. Maybe make some cookies at some point.”
Steve thought for a few moments. “Can we sleep a little longer?”
Y/n chuckled lowly. “Duh. This bed is way too comfy to not take advantage of it.”
Steve pulled Y/n impossibly closer and snuggled his face back into her neck. “Good.” Within minutes they had fallen back asleep, the comfort of being in each other’s arms too welcoming.
Awhile later, they got up, taking a shower together, as Steve said it would be a waste of water to take them separately. Steve took Copper out for a walk while Y/n started on making pancakes and bacon for breakfast. She heated up milk for the hot chocolate and got everything together. She placed the bacon in the oven for an easier cook. Steve came back and let Copper off his leash, the Husky mix running to get a toy before crawling into his bed in the living room. Steve made his way into the kitchen and moved behind Y/n. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. Y/n let out a yelp.
“What the hell? You’re freezing! Why would you do that to me?” Y/n turned around and smacked Steve on the arm.
Steve just laughed. “I have to warm myself up and what better way than to snuggle up to my beautiful girlfriend?”
Y/n half-heartedly tried to push him away from her. “Just because you’re cold, doesn’t mean I have to suffer.”
Steve let out a gasp in mock hurt. “Fine then. We’ll see how much I want to cuddle when we’re watching movies.”
Y/n just rolled her eyes. “By then you won’t be a capsicle, so I’ll be willing then. And besides, the cuddling is part of our snow day.”
Steve stared at his girlfriend. “Capsicle? You’ve been hanging out with Tony too much.”
Y/n laughed. “Oh come on, it’s funny.”
“No, it really isn’t, Doll.” Steve pretended to be upset and pouted. Y/n moved closer to him and slid her arms up his chest and around his neck, sliding her hands into his hair. She stood up on her toes and placed a kiss just under his ear. Steve hummed in contentment. “It is a little,” Y/n murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.
Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around her waist. He shook his head at her antics. “Troublemaker.”
“You know you love me,” Y/n sassed back.
“That I do. Now, can we eat? I’m starving.” Steve saw the batter for the pancakes next to the griddle.
“If someone hadn’t distracted me, the food would be ready.” Y/n looked at the pan with the milk. It was nicely bubbling, signaling it was hot enough for their drinks. “The milk is ready for the hot chocolate. And I just need to check on the bacon and cook the pancakes, which will take like, five minutes.” Y/n turned on the oven light, checking the bacon. It was sizzling on the pan. She figured it needed a few more minutes to get crispy just the way she and Steve preferred it. “Steve, do you want to pour the milk in the mugs? I already tossed the chocolate truffles the mugs.”
Steve picked up the pan and carefully poured the steaming milk into the mugs. The truffles started immediately melting and the smell of melting chocolate filled the kitchen. Steve grabbed some marshmallows and put in the mugs. Y/n got to work on the pancakes and, in no time, had a nice tall stack for her and Steve to eat. She pulled the bacon out of the oven and placed it on a plate for them to share. They decided to eat at the kitchen island, wanting to sit close to each other. After their hearty breakfast, with Steve slipping a piece of bacon to Copper (who had come over when he smelled the food), they cleaned up the kitchen and then made their way over to the living room.
Y/n ran to their shared room to grab some extra blankets and Steve started a fire in the fireplace. Y/n turned on the tv and looked over at Steve, who was making himself comfortable on the couch. “What do we want to start with?”
“Well, how about we start with Home Alone? I know how much you love that one.”
Y/n beamed at her boyfriend. “Perfect!” She cued up the movie and moved over to the couch. She sat next to Steve, curling into his side, and grabbed a blanket to throw over their laps. Steve put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close. “Ready, Doll?”
Y/n looked up her boyfriend. She smiled. “Just about. Need to do one more thing.”
“What’s that?”
Y/n leaned up and kissed Steve’s stubbly cheek, happy he didn’t shave that morning. “Thank you for doing a snow day with me.”
Steve kissed the top of Y/n’s head. “Like I can ever say no to you.”
“Oh the power you give me.” Y/n smiled mischievously. “I shall totally abuse it.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Sure you will.”
Y/n laughed and pressed play on the movie. “I definitely will. You’re gonna help me with all my baking this year.”
“Don’t I help you every year?”
“Yes, but this year you can’t say no.” Y/n smiled up at Steve. “Now, hush. The movie.”
Steve and Y/n spent the rest of the morning cuddled on the couch. After Home Alone, they watched Home Alone 2, White Christmas, and Y/n’s personal favorite, Die Hard (it’s a Christmas movie and I’ll die on that hill). After watching Hans Gruber fall off the top of Nakatomi Plaza and the fire in the fireplace dying out, Steve and Y/n decided to make cookies. They made sugar and gingerbread cookies in the shapes of little people and Llamas.
While they were cooling, Y/n and Steve took Copper out for another walk. With the snow on the ground, the world felt quiet and new. While Steve was distracted with Copper, who had found a squirrel and was staring at the little critter while it sat in the tree. Y/n packed some snow into a little ball and hefted it at Steve’s back. It burst as it hit him, snow flying into his hair.
“Hey!” Steve yelled, turning around. Y/n was already getting snowball number 2 ready. Steve saw what she was up to and quickly made his own snowball. He threw his as Y/n started to stand up. Y/n quickly dodged the snowball and threw her own. It hit Steve in the chest. “Gotta be faster than that, Capsicle!” Y/n laughed.
Steve took off running at Y/n, realizing that while he couldn’t hit her with a snowball (she was too quick and had spent way too much time training with Natasha and Clint), he could out run her. Y/n had bent down to make another snowball when she saw Steve running for her. Laughing, she dropped the snow and took off running. Steve held back, letting the chase go one for a few minutes before made quick work of catching up to her and grabbing her in the middle, swinging her. Together, they fell into the snow, Steve holding Y/n tight in his arms.
“Little sneak,” Steve said, as he tried to tickle Y/n’s sides.
Y/n squirmed on top of him, laughing. “You were just too tempting a target! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Y/n managed to roll off Steve, too tired from laughing and running. He rolled on top of her, pinning her arms down above her head. Steve leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. There was snow in her eyelashes and her smile so wide, it had to have been hurting her cheeks. Steve thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“I love you, Y/n.”
“I love you too, Capsicle,” Y/n said with a smile.
Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. Steve ran his tongue against her lower lip, asking for entrance. Y/n’s lips parted, welcoming his kiss. As he deepened the kiss, Copper decided that was the perfect moment to jump onto his owners.
“Copper!” Steve yelled, laughing. “Stop it!” The dog kept trying to get at Y/n, trying to protect her from Steve. Copper nosed his way in between the two, pushing Steve. “Okay, okay! I get it!” Steve stood up and let Copper get at Y/n. After making sure she was okay, Copper moved away from her. Steve helped Y/n stand up. “What do you say we head back, decorate those cookies, and start up another fire to warm up by?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Y/n reached for Steve’s hand. Their hands intertwining as best they could with gloves on. Y/n called for Copper and the trio made their way back to the house.
After changing into dry clothes and drying off Copper, Steve and Y/n decorated the cookies and made their way back to the living room. Steve started another fire and Y/n cued up some more Christmas movies. They spent the rest of the night on the couch, cuddled up.
Y/n felt herself grow sleepy, Steve’s warmth better than any blanket. “Steve?” Y/n mumbled.
Steve looked down. Y/n was looking at the tv, her eyes clearly growing heavy. “Yeah, Doll?”
“I love you.”
Steve smiled and kissed the crown of Y/n’s head. “I love you, too.”
Y/n had already fallen asleep, snuggled close. “Best snow day ever.”
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whostheblondegirl · 2 years
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This sonuvabitch again💦
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austnbutlr · 3 years
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The audacity of Chris Evans to casually post a shirtless Instastory putting all his tattoos on display but not really while wearing low cut shorts and it’s not even noon yet...I’m stressed !!!
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mskryan-ox · 3 years
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There I am at work, minding my own business...
A notification comes in that a certain somebody posted an Instastory...
I wait, I'm good, I check it on my lunch and now, you're telling me that I have to concentrate on work for the next three hours when CHRIS EVANS just posted THAT on his Instastory!
Shirtless, tattoos and looking like an Adonis. *drools*
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buckyboobear · 7 years
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You are doing amazing sweetie
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gifsbysimplysonia · 4 years
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Rian Johnson & Chris Evans on Wired 25's Instastory
November 9, 2019
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