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holy matrimony.

pairing: chris evans x reader. requested: yes. for @marvelstarker-mha98 warning: none!

Education was a portal to a world unknown. A motto she lived and breathed by. It was the motivation needed to pull herself out of bed, put on her best outfit, and show up for not only her students, but for herself. To keep the legacy of educators alive.

She was a middle school teacher--8th grade physical science, to be exact. She assumed the desire to be an educator was passed through genetic DNA. Her father held a Ph.D. in literature and taught Shakepearan studies at a local community college while her mother, a doctor, taught at one of the medical schools just twenty minutes outside of her hometown. And similarly, her brother had the intention of becoming a history teacher for high school students. She was born into a family that lived to learn, and she hoped to pour that same love of knowledge into her students.

The start to her day wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as it typically had been. No, her morning was a whirlwind. The dryer ate her favorite pair of socks, she ran out of coffee pods for her coffee machine, her hair refused to cooperate, and her outfit didn’t present itself in the way she pictured. She was left to wear a simple dress with sandals, to put her hair in a ponytail, and to visit the nearest coffee shop on her way to school.

She trudged through the double doors of the school. Her smile wavered as she greeted fellow faculty, staff, and students. She made it to her classroom, her safe space, within five minutes. Open flew the door as she pushed it with heavy hands.

It was quiet and the sun shone through the curtains she hung up. The earthly decor around her brought peace and calmed her nerves. She walked to her desk, where she dropped her belongings at her desk and sat in her newly purchased rolling chair.

Soft hums came from her as she prepared to organize her space. She had an hour until the students came to class, which gave her the opportunity to collect her mind and aura before they arrived. As she began to mess around her desk, she noticed a small notecard next to a box of chocolates and a small bear in the corner.

Curiously, she gently took the card into her hands and read it softly to herself, “Happy Monday, my love. I hope today is a great day, full of smiles and full of joy. Love, CE.”

A smile pulled at her lips and suddenly the stress she felt began to alleviate. Her boyfriend of a year, Chris, was the definition of the man of her dreams. Everything that she could have asked for, wrapped into a teddy bear of a man whom she loved. They had a traditional relationship and it worked for them. He honored, valued, and respected her from the depths of his being.

She reread the letter and caresses the bear until the bell rang and the footsteps of students flooded the halls. She shook off her nerves and opened her classroom door, where she was greeted with smiling children, each holding a white rose in their hands.

“Good morning, kiddos. What’s up with the flowers, did you guys hang out outside before class?” she asked. She was met with giggles and hushed laughs. She raised an eyebrow and glanced around the room in confusion.

“What’s going on, honies? What’re you guys hiding? You’re so silly!”

“We have a surprise for you, Miss Jones!”

She placed her hand on her chest and smild gleefully. “What is it?” The students instructed her to sit down at her desk. She obeyed their instruction, and one by one, the children walked to her and gave her a flower. By the time the last chld came up to her, she had twenty five roses in her possession.

Her cheeks hurt from the joyful smile that played on her lips. It only grew wider when a familar presence entered the room. “Hi, sweetheart.” Chris. With those twinkling blue eyes and jaw-dropping smile. His hands were crossed behind his back as he shuffled into the room.

“Heard you weren’t having the best week, and well, I don’t like seeing you like this, and neither do the kiddos…so I asked them to help me out, right?”

A chorus of yesses filled the room. She laughed softly and dug her nose into her flowers.

“They told me that they love their Miss Jones because she’s the best person ever. Loving, kind, gentle, patient. And I couldn’t agree more,” Chris made his way to her chair and took her left hand into his. “Because of you, I’ve had the best year of my life. A year of love, growth, enew experiences, and you have made a better man, in so many ways. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and so, I want to ask, will you marry me?”

Her dream ring shone in front of her brighter than stars in the sky. It was quaint, just as she liked it. But boy, did it sparkle. Behind him, her students encouraged her to say yes until their voices scratched and no more sound could come out.

Through tears, she said, “A thousand times yes.”

Chris grinned and slid the ring onto her finger. She was engulfed in a hug that knocked her off her feet. For a few moments, she forgot where she was. Until she felt a tug on her clothes.

“Does this mean we can come to the wedding?”

She nodded and welcomed in her students into their hug, “Absolutely.”

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