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nostxlgia18 · 2 years

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Mine

Pairing: Chris Evans × Wife! Reader

Summary: Jealousy doesn't suit people well, but Chris has a different thought bout this.

Warning: 18+ Smut, angst and fluff

You storm into the house and slam the door. Dodger, who was laying on the sofa in the living room, is taken aback by the impact of this gesture. You instantly stoop to apologise and pet him before hurrying to the bedroom. When you open the door, you see him sitting beside the bed in his sweater and jeans, indicating that he just returned from the interview. Dropping your purse and coat by the door, you announce your arrival.

"Hey, you're home. The interview was……," he says, looking up at you. You straddle him and kiss him passionately before he continues. The intense kiss breaks as the two of you need to breathe. "Are you okay, baby?" "What's wrong?" he asks, catching his breath.

"Stop talking!" You cut him off and push him down till he hits the mattress with you on top of him, and you kiss his lips rough again. You move your lips down to his neck and begin marking a hickey, making him groan. You kiss him below his Adam's apple, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist.

You run your hands down his clothed body, then down his pants zipper. As you unzip him, he releases go of your waist, you take down his pants, and you see his cock. It's big and hard, with pre-cum seeping from it. You make him moan by rapidly pumping your hands. "Oh my god, yess Y/n!" he exclaims. "Do you like that baby?" you ask as you begin kissing his jaw and neck once more. " Oh yes, Y/n! He says. "I believe you'll enjoy it inside me." You sit up straight to ride up your dress, shove your panties aside, and slide down on him while saying this. Even after five years together, you can never grow used to size.

As you begin riding him, you let out a really whining moan. The sound of both of you moaning fills the room. He thrusts his hips upwards, mirroring your tempo and attempting to blend in even more. Your head drops back as you sense your orgasm nearing. "Oh yess bubba, I'm going to cum," you groan. "Mmm Y/n, I'm cumming too!" he murmurs, captivated by your sight. "You look so beautiful, darling!" he exclaims as he massages your breasts through your dress.

Increasing your pace, you tightly fist his sweater and cum on his cock. Trying to settle down from this escatsy, he rids you through your orgasm and cums deep into you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you pull him out of you and lie next to him. You both sit in silence, trying to catch your breath. "Ahh, that was fantastic," he says as you turn to face him. "Not that I'm complaining, but may I ask as to what happened to you all of a sudden?"

"A few girls at the restaurant were fangirling over your interview and talking….umm pretty nasty about the things they'd do to you," you admit, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He then raises your face to face him and lightly pecks your lips. "And you're jealous?" he asks, sliding his hand around your waist.

"If you getting jealous leads to this, then I hope everyone out there fantasizes me" Chris says trying hard not to laugh at your pouty face.

You hit his chest and try to get up when he pulls you back to him, "they can fantasise and dream all they want, but you are the one who can actually do those things to me, isn't that true?" he says, bopping your nose.

"Amm hmmm," you nod, caressing his lower lip with your thumb, and add passionately, "Your mine."

"Yess, ma'am, I love you Y/n," he responds with a smile. "I love you more," you respond, capturing his lips once more.

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hiddles-evans-hallucinations · 1 year

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no time to waste - 2

Summary: After what happened that caused Chris and (Y/N) to grew awkward with each other, sparks grew from there yet confusing and complicated. Chris finds it hard to stay away from (Y/N) but (Y/N) finds it hard to believe that Chris wanted to go along with whatever it is that he's feeling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Genre: Fluff (for now LOL)

Warnings: explicit context and language

Note: I hope you guys don't mind that the storyline isn't straight to lovey-dovey but I'd like to write a storyline where we don't jump way too fast. It's getting there but for now let's enjoy these two and their friendship! xx

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*gifs are not mine*

Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer in hand. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Well, all we can do is talk about it, and then from there we'll decide, I guess." you replied. Chris tries to digest everything but it seems so hard to not admit to himself that he feels something different when he's around you. He knows that you probably see him like your brother and you probably will continue to treat him like one, but there is always something about (Y/N)... Chris thought.. the energy when she's around is different, she's like this calming light and her aura shines through, mostly from just her being around.

"Please don't see me as an asshole or something like that." You laughed, placing your hand on his leg. "I would never... because you are always going to be an asshole for me. You have been." your response causes Chris to roll his eyes and smack your hand away from his leg.

Chris pulls your chair closer to give you a slight hug. "So, we're good?" you nodded, and he leaves a peck on your cheek. They all do this, a peck on the cheek, it's like you're the youngest and they all treat you like hell sometimes, but they are very protective of you.

"We're good baby." you said as you walk away, Chris watches you go from behind. His heart dropped a little thinking maybe I won't be able to change things with her... Chris thought.

The night was fast, the moms headed to Lisa's place as they said it was quieter there than here when the kids are laughing too hard and they needed a quieter room away from the kids. "You're not with your guy anymore? I've met him right?" Scott said, you shook your head no. "He got an ex-wife, and I didn't know that." Everyone's eyes in the room shot wide, and your brothers tilted their heads at you. "I found out because she was all over his Instagram." "No!" Scott covers his mouth as he said that. You nodded your head, "Right? I didn't know cause honestly he was a little older not that old. But, who am I to judge." Leah shook her head in disbelief.

"So, how did it end?"

You shrug, "It takes a long time for him to finally agreed to it. So many visits to the office and I was humiliated too." Chris arches his brow studying (Y/N) as she casually talks about her ex-boyfriend. "He just went there?" Chris asked, (Y/N) nodded. "He was aggressive, and it didn't show until the break up. It was chaotic to be honest." "Oh gosh, does mom knows about this?" Beau said, you shrug. "I guess she doesn't, I just don't wanna make a fuss about it. It's over anyways." you replied.

"I think we should meet the guy someday," Eric added, you turn your head to your brother so fast. "What? Why?!" "Because the guy needs to know not to be all up on your ass!" Eric replied rolling his eyes at you. You sigh, knowing that you can't really get out of this. You're just hoping that whatever it is that Eric is wishing won't happen cause you're not really up to witnessing a fight.

Chris added, "I agree." you gasp at him, he puts his hands up in defeat. "Don't you dare." you mouthed.

Everyone left but Chris. You didn't even realize he was staying as you were cleaning all the mess. You turn around and find him loading the dishwasher. "Oh God, why are you still here?" "Helping you (gif)." you sigh as you wipe the counter.

"What's the deal with the guy?" he asks.

You look up to him. "What? My ex?" he nodded his head, curious. "That was it, I was with him for two years." "Were you mad because he was married?" you replied, "No, I was mad because he made it seem like it's possible to keep it from me." Chris grew too curious about your ex, he kept thinking about what he did to make you uncomfortable. "Were we talking then?" "What?" You ask.

"Were we talking like you and Scott?"

You scoff, shaking your head. "No, but we met at a party. I was with the guy, but you were too drunk to remember." Chris arches his brow as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. You roll your eyes at him.

2 years ago...

You spotted Chris in the kitchen sitting down with his head down resting on the counter. You laugh as you approach him, "Chris." You pat his shoulder, and he looks up, "Hey, (Y/N)." he said. Drunk. He is drunk, you said to yourself. "Baby." Your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist as he shows up out of nowhere. "Hey," you said, your boyfriend looks at Chris closely. "Isn't that—" "Ssh." your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"Chris Evans?" he asks you.

You tilted your head, looking at him in disbelief. "I don't like you." Chris pointed his finger at your boyfriend, you sigh getting out of your boyfriend's grip to help Chris. "Come on, let's get you out of you here." your boyfriend stood there, looking at Chris, you don't like the fact that people do this when they know you and Chris are friends. Including your boyfriend now, he looks stupid and in awe that Chris is here in the same room as him.

Chris slurred, "I don't like him." you let out a slight laugh.

"You don't? Why?"

"He looks like a llama."

You burst out laughing. "Chris!" he lets out his cheeky hehe. You help him to sit on the couch and get him some water. You look around and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. "Thank you. Scott's on his way." "I bet," you said.

"I don't like him." he repeats. "I know."

"No, I didn't say that." Chris rolled his eyes, and your jaw dropped. "Christopher, I wouldn't lie to you. Especially, you know yourself when you're drunk." You lean against the countertops, you didn't realize how much you miss hanging out with Chris until now. Your relationship with him wasn't always confusing, at least not when you started to grow older. The vibe between you two could be really awkward at some times.

Chris meets your eyes and smile. "Aren't you tired?" he asks. "No, not really. I still have so many things to do." Chris arches his brow, "Do what? It's midnight for God's sake, even our moms are having a good time at their sleepover." you shrug as he walks closer, lifting you up to sit on the counter and helps you put your socks on. One thing about you that you think he will always remember is you can't sleep without your socks on, it has to be on 'till the morning.

You smiled at him, "Thank you." he nodded and said, "Sorry, but I had to get it for you in your room. Hope it's okay." Chris and you sat in silence. Your legs are touching his as he stands next to you. Chris wanted to get to know you more than just the girl he knew all his life that's labeled close as a sister. As she grow older I never see her that way, I always thought of her as my closest friend, and I grew fond and protective of her, but I was too embarrassed to admit that everyone is also very protective of her which made me have to follow their leads then.

We grew up together, well, or at least I watch her grow throughout the years. She turned out fine. Amazing, I would say. Chris thought.

There it is, the awkward silence, you say to yourself. It feels like there are so much things to say and you can only hear his loud mind yet nothing comes out of his mouth. "I better go, I have to catch a flight to New York tomorrow morning then straight to LA in the evening." Chris stopped and turn to you, "LA? What's in LA?" "I'm moving to LA to continue my Master's and I have to get some things from the office so I can have them with me." he tilted his head, he's still digesting the fact that you're moving to LA.

"So, you're not gonna work in New York anymore?"

You laugh. "I offer to help them as a part-time employee. But, they somehow managed to demand for me to stay and they'll give me the privilege of working anywhere until I finish my study, but it's too much, I have to focus so, I'm going to work from LA until the end of this year." He made a face as if he understands you now and end it with a shrug reaching out his hand to you. "Well, it's less than a month. Can I fly with you tomorrow?" he asks.

You take his hand which ends up being a trap cause he throws you like a sack to his shoulder. "What is all this?" "Letting you know that I'm a fun dude." he said, you burst out laughing, he could be so random at times. "What?!" "Just kidding, I can't hug you all night, so all I can do is tease you." Chris added.

You landed in New York, and you can't seem to stop yawning on your way to the HQ. You put your hair in a bun, you look at yourself and what you're wearing in the gigantic mirror right in front of the elevator of your floor's entrance. You shake it off and walk towards the office that you shared with 2 of your co-workers. "Hello, lady, what's the fashion theme here?" Andy your co-worker jokes, you smile sarcastically at him, "Comfortable, that's what I'm wearing today." he laughs and gave you a hug.

"I heard you were in Boston," Andy states, you turn to him knowing what he's going to ask. "My gay ass just had to know, Chris Evans came over to your house?" you chuckle knowing that you're right. You nodded your head, "Yes, Andy, his family, and he went over to my mom's house. Again, we grew up together so, no worries." He gasps and claps both of his hands. "Would you let me say hi to him if he's around?" "Will he ever be around when you're hanging out with me? I don't think so, but if we bumped into each other and we're hanging out, of course, I mean, who knows, maybe he'll fall in love with you." Andy squealed along with his laughter

You and Andy are close since the first time you work here, you two became too close that people think that you're going to be so unprofessional when it comes to an ongoing project together. But you and Andy are different people when it comes to working. You're not friends in meetings, events, or important projects, you're co-workers, you two disagree and discuss things professionally, but when you're not talking business, that's when you two are close.

You collect some of your things to bring with you and say your goodbye to Andy and the others. it's not emotional, cause he's going to school as well in Milan but he's staying and not resigning cause life in Milan is... as expensive as giving birth.

You walk out of the HQ, trying to stop a cab when your phone vibrates, you look down and find Chris texting you.

C: 'Dinner tonight?'

You chuckled looking at his text.

(Y/N): 'Too tired to go out, sorry, maybe another time?' C: 'I'll pick you up from the airport and drive you back.' C: 'I ordered Italian already' (Y/N): 'If Italian means pizza... I'm not up risking my sleep for it.' C: 'I hate you.' C: 'See you at 6.'

You laughed as you stopped a cab to go straight to the airport. You texted your brothers and Scott, to see if they're coming home on Christmas since the moms and their friends decided to went on a long holiday to Bali until the new year. All of them got plans, that leave you alone with no plans at all. Matt & Leah are going to Leah's family, Beau's heading to Boise to spend time with his friends, Eric is typical, he'll bounce here and there randomly, Scott's staying in New York, and Chris is shooting a movie.

You slept the whole trip to LA and didn't even get the chance to eat the snack you bought. The flight attendant woke you up as you looked around and found yourself alone on this plane. "Oh, I'm sorry." you said, the flight attendant smiled at you. "No worries, Miss. Hope you had a pleasant trip with us." you smiled back at her as you make your way out, turning on your phone and finding so many missed calls from Chris.

Pressing his name on your phone to dial him, "Hello?" "Are you okay? Everyone's out but you?" you rub your eyes, and the only thing you want to do is sleep now. "I'm on my way out, apparently the flight attendant lets me sleep and I was the only one here." Chris exhales, relieved knowing that you're okay.

Chris spotted you walking towards him sleepily. You can barely keep your open. He watches you walk, she's slouching, what a silly girl, he thought as he made his way to you, helping you with your bags. "Hi," you try to smile wide but ended up pouting. "I'm so tired." you added throwing yourself onto him as he gave you a hug. Chris laughed, "Alright, alright, to eat we go." you groan in frustration.

"Can't you just drive me home?" He shook his head no. "Dodger wants to say hi." "Why didn't you just bring him with you and drive me home?" you said, Chris stopped for a second, making a huh-face. "Huh.. that's a really good idea, wonder why I didn't go there." you fake a cry as he opens the door for you and you slide onto the passenger seat. Knocked out.

Chris turns his head to you and smiles. Maybe she doesn't know it but whatever it is that we end up having, I want her in my life for long. Longer than she had already been.

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hopefulfangirlblr · 1 year

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💙💙Chris Evans💙💙

#chris evans #chrisevans #steve rogers #chris evans edit #chris evans pics #chris evans photos #chris evans hot #Chris evans love

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molt3ngold · 4 months

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#man i love dilfs #pedro pascal #jensen ackles #sebastian stan #chris evans #jared padalecki #hayden christensen #oscar isaac #misha collins

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mattbegins · 15 days

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They are literally raising a child together

#and THEY give Chris dating advice #I love the buckley-diaz family but sometimes I have to laugh #oh christopher you live such a life #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buckley diaz family #buddie

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fleuraimer · 5 months

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hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

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soliloquent-stark · 28 days

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a puppy. a cute shy puppy. a puppy who's not used to getting attention from women (then quickly learnt how sexualised he will be his entire life and how once again looks are what dictate people's expectations of him).

chris evans in captain america: the first avenger (2011)

#i am OBSESSED with his eyes in the last two #gotta love the colouring on these... i tried my best with what i had #steve rogers #steve rogers gif #captain america #captain america gif #gifs by soliloquent #chris evans #chris evans gif #avengers gif #mcu gif #marvel gif #avengers #marvel edit #catfa #steve my darling

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sad-trash-hobo · 1 month

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Happy 10 year anniversary to He Calls It War Paint, Audrey

#im off by a month but dont worey about it #captain america #captain america the winter soldier #he calls it war paint audrey #steve rogers #chris evans #the winter soldier #winter soldier #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #disney #i love this movie so much

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darlingboydiaz · 1 month

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do y'all ever think about the fact that bobby is literally chris' grandpa? like yeah, bobby is a father figure to buck. but buck is also chris' second dad.

that's a dynamic i am reminded of whenever i see eddie and bobby interact outside of the fire station and it's a dynamic that should be explored more overall.

#911 #911 abc #911 fox #911 show #buddie #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #Chris has two dads but also he has several grandparents at this point #auntie may and auntie maddie though???#love the thought of that #ATHENA AS HIS GRANDMA???#I HAVENT EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THAT YET #literally the way bobby cares about eddie is so sweet #and bobby interacting with chris is very much family #literally just needed to get this out into the world #if you know any fanfics that explore the bobby as grandparent dynamic give me recs #or write something about it

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chronicowboy · 26 days

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something id really like to talk about is christopher's role in this episode. like we knew there was going to be jealousy about eddie and tommy but ive been wondering since the synopsis dropped if there was going to be any mention of christopher. and not only was there mention, but there was so much and it was so rich? buck worrying about tommy meeting chris and being replaced in that aspect of the diaz's life, "i don't think you should lie just to ingratiate yourself with a child", christopher's star wars rankings that buck clearly knows by heart, eddie asking buck to watch chris on karoake trivia wednesday, tommy bringing chris up in their conversation and making it clear that buck could never disappear from the diaz's lives in any way because of how much chris loves him and how obvious that is even to a relative outsider. like yes i'm obviously incredibly focused on bi buck and so fucking emotional about that. but the fact that they made christopher such a big deal in such a big deal of an episode for buck speaks volumes. and i'm just so fucking grateful to the writers for that because it would have been so easy to leave that out to fit more in.

#sami rambles #sorry im really emotional about the chris stuff #i had to stop myself from writing 'what if eddie asks buck to watch chris to hang out with tommy' in a textpost so many times #bc i didn't even want to think about it #and god. i love you 911 on abc!!!!#911 spoilers #911 show #evan buckley #christopher diaz #buck and christopher

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barneswilsonrogers · 5 months

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🤍 CA: The Winter Soldier (2014)

🤍 If You Were The Last (2023)

🤍 Monday (2020)

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yourbuckies · 4 months

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even more of my favorite fics:

some grief, some joy • spinawren The Question of Home • a_frozen_abyss Go Your Own Way • Starshot then a small thing happened • BeaArthurPendragon say it soft and it's almost like praying • Somanywords there's a bear in the woods • itsnotbleak A Haunted House With A Picket Fence • lavenderpanic great whales of the sea • canistakahari Preberseeschießen • Ginny_Potter they're gonna send us to prison for jerks • napricot

#stucky #stevebucky #stevebuckyedit #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #marveledit #mcuedit #sebastian stan #chris evans #ficrecs #mine #happy holidays everyone! hope y'all all ate smth delicious and saw someone you loved <3

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hiddles-evans-hallucinations · 1 year

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no time to waste - 1

Summary: (Y/N) have known Chris’ family for as long as she can remember it, as soon as she graduated from high school, she moved to New York pursuing her dream in fashion school. After missing two Christmas, her mom’s birthday and every other events in Boston, she came back and spend her months off with her mom, Jane.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Genre: Fluff (for now LOL)

Warnings: explicit context and language

Tag list: @patzammit

*gifs are not mine*

You wake up early to jog, putting a black Nike sports bra under the jacket and leggings and shoes as you pull up your hair in a ponytail. “Good morning, do you wear anything but black?” your mom smiled as she lean against her kitchen counter. You’ve been back for a week and staying in seems like a good idea before meeting all the familiar faces.

“Morning, and nope, this color represents my heart.” your older brothers, Matt, Beau and Eric look at you. “Stop judging me.” You walk out of the house and started to jog your way to the neighborhood.

The age gap between you and your brothers is pretty eh. You’re the youngest out of four siblings and the only girl in it which doesn’t really make it easier for you to date when the four of you still live under the same roof. Now, that you’re independent and making money of your own, they’ve stopped being on your ass every time.

Matt is already 41, Beau is 36, Eric is 33 and you are only 24. When your mom was pregnant with you, a lot of your family thinks that your mom is cheating on your dad, it was a lot of drama they have to keep up but, no, she didn’t, she stayed with your dad until his last breath and that’s enough for everybody.

Everyone’s at home, Matt’s wife, Leah was cooking breakfast when you’re off jogging, Beau with his girlfriend just kind of pissing you off of how she talked to your mom last night that made you snap at her and she decided to fly back to LA, Eric has nobody but you to bother and it pissed you off even more.

When you walk back into the house, the music is blasting on your AirPods you can’t hear anything but the music. You take off your jacket, leaving you with only your leggings and sports bra as you take out some cold bottled water from the fridge. You didn’t really pay attention to whoever sitting in the living room, whoever’s cooking now.

You look up and immediately cover your body. There’s Lisa, Scott, and Chris and there’s your mom and brothers sitting with them in the living room. Your AirPods fell to the floor when you were startled when you noticed there are guests over.

“Hi, honey, I was talking to you, I didn’t notice the,” your mom gestured her hands to her ears referring to your AirPods.

“The things.” she added.

“Usual stuff.” Eric said to Scott. You scowled at Eric, Matt just sat there shaking his head in disbelief at you. “Oh they’ve been here for a long time.” You look at Leah who’s now plating her food, she’s always cooking, it’s a blessing and a curse.

“Hi, (Y/N).” Lisa greeted you, her arms are wide open. “Hi, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m almost naked.” you said to her, Scott rolled his eyes.

“Give it to me, (Y/N).”

You gasp at Scott. “Shut the hell up.” Scott said to you.

“Anyway, I need to shower so I can hug all of you.” You said as you head to your room to shower.

Chris sits between Matt and Scott while the moms were talking about other things. He agreed to take his mom to Jane’s and drag Scott with him since Scott and Beau are in the same school as well as him and Matt.

“Did she work out a lot?” Scott asks Beau, he shrugs. “Dude, I swear today was quiet, any other days? She’s in the garage boxing and all that shit.” Matt rolled his eyes at his younger brother.

“Well, at least she’s doing something and looking good, you’re just... a stick with no muscle.”

Chris lets out a laugh as Eric shrug, agreeing with his older brother. “She got an offer to play in a movie or something, but she didn’t take it, she came here instead, stupid girl.” Chris slightly tilts his head back. “A movie?” Scott asks.

Chris observes their conversation, not wanting to let them know he wants to know more about (Y/N). Scott hangs out with her more when he’s in New York now, when (Y/N) was born, Chris spends his time hanging out with Matt before he moved to New York at that time so he doesn’t really see (Y/N) and when he does she was still really small.

“Yeah, you know her, there’s a time for Myspace, Facebook, and now Instagram, do you think she’s on them? No. She was offered by Sam Mendes to play in some movie because he saw her on (Y/N)’s friend, Katya’s Instagram, you remember her right?” Beau said to Scott as he said under his breath, “Interesting.” You and Beau started to fight a lot when he’s with his current girlfriend so when he talks about you, he’s mostly annoyed.

Matt added, “She’s just not into shit like that, you wanna talk to her? Call her, miss her? See her. That’s what mom used to say, she’s just very focused on her goals, ambitious girl.” he rolled his eyes at the thought of his sister, still so young but she figured out what she wanted to do and what to be.

“What made him offer her that? What kind of movie?” Scott grew curious. “Katya said it was some kind of 007 movies, this was the picture he saw.” Beau showed Scott, but Chris could still see the picture of (Y/N) with her hair down, wearing a lovely dress and the picture was candid where she was looking away from the camera with her hand on her chin.

Eric said, “She could’ve taken it but she didn’t.” before anyone could answer you walk down and hug Lisa so tight.

“Hi, how are you?” you said.

“I’m great, how are you? You look so cute!” You smiled as you go over to hug Scott and Chris. “Hey guys,” you said when you reach Chris, but the hug was longer than Scott, you two stood there and it’s not it’s weird, your brothers basically grew up with these guys and so do you.

“You look great,” he whispers, you pull back and look at him weirdly as you lean forward to whisper back to him. “Are you flirting with me? Don’t think I didn’t notice you’ve been looking at me.” Chris smiled knowing that this girl got everything on him.

He used to say to Matt that (Y/N) can be a little intimidating cause she knows what she wants and in a relationship, he knew that she was in a relationship with a couple of guys his age, or even Scott’s age from here but it always ended because she doesn’t want anyone to tell her what to do because she’s young.

“We could take this somewhere else.” he whispers to you making you laugh, you don’t hang out with Chris, mostly just with Scott when he’s in New York. You did meet him a couple of times but you were with your ex-boyfriend at that time, you, Beau, Eric, Scott, and Chris were having drinks together.

Let’s just say bringing your guy back then was a problem. Chris welcomed him, the others? Not really.

We talked about Matt’s prank to Scott when they were 11, you just don’t get it how these boys get away with life with being so mean. “When you were born, it was so funny, they all visited you, and Chris only said, “Well, it is a baby, what now?” I remember laughing too hard mom had to tell me to get out.” Matt said as you look at Chris with your eyes wide and your jaw dropped open.

“No way, you said that?”

Chris scratches the back of his head, smiling with a look of guilt all over his face. “I did.” he replied as you laugh.

You look at the clock and you have a meeting with your colleagues over Zoom. “I’ll be back.”

“Oh don’t worry, we’ll be staying until the afterparty.” you laughed at Scott, he’s right. Every time our moms are hanging out and we’re there, it feels like we’re kids again, we’re gonna have to stay until late, and we have to remind them that we only have 24-hours a day.

You walk into the house’s study as you place your laptop down on the table. You can see everyone and hear everyone talking in the kitchen on the other hand and you’re trying so hard not to get distracted even though the study is quite far from where they are.

“Well, I think there’s nothing I would add, the social media looks great but we need someone who’s in charge of it, I have a lot of shit I need to do,”

Your boss nodded her head. “Yeah, you’re right, I mean, you can’t work three jobs in one head, so, Audrey, can you please take notes and send it to the HR that we’re hiring a social media person?” you Social Media Officer, Audrey nodded as she write it down.

When everyone’s talking and you mute yourself and note everything down when you hear the sliding door open and there was Chris. You smile at him as he walks toward you causing you to turn off your camera. You don’t want the whole office to scream over a Zoom meeting seeing Chris Evans through the screen.

You muted yourself and turn around, “What do you want? I’m in a meeting.” Chris nodded his head, “Oh I know, I just haven’t got the chance to give my own eyes a pretty face to look at.” Chris smiled.

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “Didn’t you introduce me to everyone about um.. 7-years ago that I’m like your sister?” you joke.

Chris noticed that he was trailing his eyes way too far and detailed, from your head to toe and trails back to your neck. I always knew this gal is something else even at some point where she really made me feel like she doesn’t really care who I am, Chris thought to himself and it made him feel good how (Y/N) sees him the same way. Maybe it’s because we’ve been on each other’s asses for a long time.

“Well, you were a minor, not anymore right?”

You scoff, “And you’re 40 years old—” “(Y/N), we’re wrapping it up, this far we got everything under control and at its own pace so thanks to you.” you hold out your hand to Chris so that he doesn’t talk or move near where he could be seen when everyone’s listening to you. Chris steps aside, sitting on the floor right next to your feet looking up at you like a little child so you can turn on the camera back.

“Alright, thank you guys, please send me the report of the insights and the editorial plan, and also if you find someone to add to our team to manage the social media that’d be great cause we’re handling 8 brands now.” You chuckle. Your co-workers and you said your goodbye to wrap up today’s meeting as you look down at Chris who’s now holding your leg.

“What do you want?”

Chris turns smitten, you arch your brow. “I don’t know, I just wanna catch up with you, it’s been so long.” “You’re all over the news mister, and I’m here working.” you replied as he nodded his head and there was a knock on the door that catches your attention and it was your mom.

“Food’s ready, the boys are watching the game, you two wanna join?” she asks. “We’ll be right there, I kinda have to ask her a few things.” you make a face as your mom sends you a smile before rolling her eyes. “Alright, Chris, be nice.” she added causing you to burst out laughing. “Yeah, Chris, be nice.” You joked as he stood up, leaning against your desk.

He asks, “When did you become so ambitious?” you laugh, swinging in your chair, left, right, left right. “I only have me and my family, you know? I don’t wanna build an empire, I just wanna live and give my future family the same thing these people have given me. Especially with what my dad left me with,” you pointed your finger at him, wide smile. “Good memories.” “Yeah, I miss him too. Lots of my childhood with the boys, he was there.” You nodded your head.

“Right? He was just the dad everyone kinda wants to have.” he nodded, agreeing to what you said.

Chris was staring at your lips, you noticed it as your smile widens. “Christopher!” you jokingly gasp, placing your hand on your chest. “What’s with the eyes?” “Oh you don’t wanna know.” you gasp once more.

“Is it appropriate? I feel like if the boys caught you looking at me like this they’d be... err... weirded out... or they would just fucking vomit.” you get up thinking that he was just joking with how he stares at your lips, but when you were about to turn away from him, he grabs your arm and turns you back around.

Your face is an inch away from him. You laugh thinking this is a joke, he’s playing with me.. you thought to yourself. “If I ask, you’d probably say no, but if I don’t as for your permission, I’m an asshole.” you gulped hearing him say that.

You said, “Chris.. I—” Chris noticed that you look nervous as it gets awkward between the two of you. He slowly pulls away. You turn your head, looking away as he walks out of the room first. You’re trying to digest what just happened before walking towards the kitchen only to find Chris opening a can of beer.

The boys are in the living room watching the game. Both of you walk out of the kitchen awkwardly. Chris chose to sit with the boys while you sit at the dining table across it with the moms.

You feel your phone vibrates.

You look up to Chris, making a face as he nodded his head to your phone telling you to go check.

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