#case in point: chris evans

[dirchristophernolan]

one of my toxic traits is that no matter how attractive i think a man is, the moment he gets married he loses ALL his appeal to me

#case in point: chris evans #i used to see him as a peak male specimen but since word got out abt his marriage i'm like meh.. basic dude #just one more chris among the thousands of blond blue eyed men in the industry lol #about me

[megalony]

Doctor Diaz

This is an Eddie x reader x Evan imagine, based on a lovely anon request with lots of fluff. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii  @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover @jayyeahthatsme @sp1ritssz @dumb-fawkin-bitch @oliverstarksbae @gimatida @heart-35 @supernaturalstilinski @stefansalvatoresgf @kyky9103 @wutheringhearts2275 @gay4hotmilfs @itshamleth

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When all three kids and both his partners are unwell, Eddie stays home to take care of them all. Even if they aren't the best patients in the world.

Enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A sigh burned past Eddie's lips when he walked back into the bedroom. His hands found his hips and his jaw locked as he stared over at the bed with an unamused expression.

What was he doing? Evan had one leg hanging off the side of the bed, his arm stretched out on the bedside table and his face squashed into the pillow as he laid on his stomach. He was supposed to be getting up for work, not going back to sleep. Their alarm had already gone off. Eddie had gotten up, showered and dressed whereas Evan seemed to have forgotten all about their alarm and dozed back to sleep.

"Buck, come on we're gonna be late." Moving across to the bed, Eddie jolted Evan's leg and gave him a shake to gain his attention. But his eyes kept drifting across to (Y/n).

She wasn't well. For the past two days (Y/n) had been feeling sick and now she'd developed a cough. Eddie was pretty sure she had the flu but (Y/n) was stubborn. She would carry on as if nothing was wrong until she dropped. But right now, (Y/n) was curled up on the other side of the bed, arms and knees drawn up to her stomach and a sick bowl on the floor in case she couldn't make it to the bathroom.

"Hm?"

"We've got work today, remember? Buck you gotta help me here I haven't even got Chris up yet or the twins."

"I'm up, I'm up babe." Evan pushed up on his hands and managed to get himself sitting up on the side of the bed. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes with the base of his hand to try and wake himself up.

With a groan, Evan pushed up off the bed but the moment he was on his feet, it felt like someone tilted the room ninety degrees to the side.

His head tilted to the left and suddenly the rest of his body was following until he felt a pair of tense, strong arms binding around his waist. Evan's head crashed into Eddie's shoulder and he felt the way Eddie's chest rumbled as he held Evan up and stopped him from hitting the floor.

"Fuck, babe you're burning up. You two are out of action today, you gotta stay home." Eddie almost smiled when Evan huffed but he didn't protest when Eddie gently shuffled him back and laid him down on the bed.

Evan had picked up whatever flu or illness (Y/n) had gotten.

That meant (Y/n), Evan and one of the twins were now all bed-ridden.

Reaching into the top side drawer, Eddie found the thermometer and gently cupped Evan's jaw and tilted his head to the side. He smiled softly at the confusion on Evan's face when the thermometer pressed into his ear but when it beeped, Evan weakly grabbed Eddie's wrist.

"What's it say?"

"Thirty-eight point eight. You're sick." Eddie kissed Evan's temple before he moved to leave the room. He needed to get Chris up and ready and take him to school, then he could call Bobby and say both he and Evan weren't coming in today.

There was no way Eddie could go to work when both his partners were ill, it wouldn't be fair to leave them bed-ridden but needing to look after the twins.

"Chris, you up yet bud, we need to get ready." Eddie knocked on the door before he walked in and opened the curtains, but he sighed when he turned around. Chris pulled the cover up over his head and grumbled.

"No."

Eddie's teeth punctured down into his bottom lip and he slumped down on the side of Chris's bed and gently pulled the cover down. He pressed the back of his hand against Chris's head and when he felt a sheen of sweat, he got the thermometer out his back pocket and pressed it into his ear.

"Oh God, you too. Alright, no school today, everyone's staying home. Do you feel sick?" Chris had a temperature too. He couldn't send Chris to school with a temperature when he had been exposed to whatever flu (Y/n) and Evan had. He would spread it on and it wouldn't be fair to send him when he clearly wasn't feeling well either.

Reaching up, Chris pressed his hand to his forehead before he pulled the cover up over his head and curled up on his side. He had a horrible headache, he felt cold and his stomach was now churning up. He wanted to snuggle back down in bed and go to sleep.

He felt Eddie pat his back before he got up and closed the curtains again and headed out of Chris's room. He would give him a few minutes to settle and relax and then he would get him some medicine.

"Are you two awake?" He wandered down the hall into the nursery and flicked the light on.

A soft smile took over Eddie's features as he looked around the room and made his way over to Nate first since he was already sitting up. Eddie leaned over the crib and scooped the toddler up, settling him on his chest. He rubbed his hand up and down Nate's back and listened to the way he croaked and coughed as he tried to take deep breaths.

As soon as (Y/n) got sick, Nate was the next one to get it. All day yesterday he had been coughing and had gone off his food the same as (Y/n). The pair of them spent most of the day yesterday in bed while Evan looked after Robin and tried to stop her from getting the sickness too.

Eddie quickly checked Nate's temperature which wasn't as high as Chris or Evan's, but it still wasn't where it was supposed to be. And with him still coughing up a storm, it told Eddie that most of his family were now ill.

"Mummy."

"You wanna go lay with mummy and pops for a while?" When Nate nodded, Eddie turned round and made his way back into their room.

He wasn't surprised to find Evan already fast asleep and he carefully eased Nate down into the middle of the bed. He watched Nate wriggle around and flop onto Evan's chest since he was laid on his back and (Y/n) was curled up on her side.

Eddie wandered back into the nursery and moved to go and get Robin. He leaned over her crib and gently scooped the two year old up and his heart fell down to his stomach when she began to cry. Her eyes were puffy and sore, her nose was runny and she was burning up. When he checked her temperature, he threw his head back and groaned.

"Oh, not you as well baby girl."

Eddie was officially the only one in the house who wasn't sick. Yet.

He turned around and started to sway Robin from side to side as he fished his phone out his back pocket and scrolled down for Bobby's contact.

"Hey Cap… I don't think me and Buck are gonna be able to come in today. Everyone's got the flu, I mean everyone. Except me. I think I'm gonna be playing doctor today."

Eddie was in for a day full of fun.

***

"What are you doing?"

(Y/n) tried to swallow down the cough building up in her chest and scratching the back of her throat. She tilted her head forward and merged her face into the side of the bed as her arms dropped down at her sides and she tried to take a deep breath.

She didn't bother to lift her head or look up when she felt Eddie's hands on her shoulders but she smiled when she felt his lips merge with the back of her head.

"Stripping the beds." Her head flopped back on the bed and she opened her blurry eyes enough to look up at Eddie hovering behind her. "Chris threw up." She added quietly and gestured to the wash basket she had in front of her.

When she and Evan finally gathered enough strength to leave the bed, (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea to strip the bedding and wash it. And then Chris came through to tell her he'd thrown up in bed, so (Y/n) came into his room to change his bed too. Halfway through stripping the sheets, (Y/n) lost momentum and all the energy she had tried to gather up.

She sat down on the floor and finished stripping the bed down here, but now she didn't have the strength or the willpower to get back up. She felt like falling asleep here, slumped against the bed.

"Okay, and why're you doing that when you're sick?" Eddie pushed the wash basket away from her and knelt down at her side with a pointed look that made (Y/n) shiver.

"Because we have three sick kids and Evan-"

"And you. I'm not sick, so you leave this to me. Go sit down." Eddie slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s arms and carefully lifted her up but he could see once she was on her feet, she felt even worse.

(Y/n) took a moment to grip Eddie's arm and gather her breath back and her strength before she slowly shuffled out the room. Once she was in the hall, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto the wall and shuffled along the wall to keep herself upright.

Her head started to spin when she reached the hall but she tried to smile when Nate toddled up to her. He held his beaker out towards her, silently asking for a refill and (Y/n) nodded. She took the pale lilac sippy cup from him and let him guide her into the kitchen. He was wearing his Fireman Sam pyjamas and his hair was toussled and stuck up in all directions.

"What do you want, baby?"

"Milk."

"Okay." (Y/n) slumped her weight onto the fridge but the bottle of milk felt like it weighed a ton when she tried to pick it up. She flopped the bottle onto the counter and her hand shook so badly when she tried to pour it into a mug that half the contents spilled on the counter instead.

She shoved the mug into the microwave and flopped her elbows on the counter so she could slump forward.

She could feel Nate wrap his arms around her leg and cling to her and (Y/n) groaned quietly when her head felt like it was being stuffed with cotton wool. Slowly, (Y/n) let go of Nate's beaker and lowered herself down until she was knelt on the floor in front of the washing machine.

Her legs spread out in front of her and she let Nate climb onto hr lap and cuddle up into her stomach. He bound his arms around her waist and burrowed into her, coughing and grumbling into her chest.

"Mummy, milk." Nate whispered when the microwave dinged, but he was already half asleep with (Y/n)'s arms wrapped round him and her lips smothering the top of his head. He snuggled his face into her chest and closed his eyes as they stayed cuddling on the kitchen floor and (Y/n) hummed into his hair.

She didn't like feeling unwell. (Y/n) didn't like having zero energy like this or feeling the need to sit down every five seconds. When she was pregnant with the twins she had felt fine, right up until she hit thirty weeks. Then she could barely walk around the house without feeling like she wanted to be sick or like her back was about to break.

(Y/n) was used to trying to power through when she wasn't well.

They had Chris and twins who were all unwell and needed looking after, and Evan was coughing up a storm and coming down with vertigo. (Y/n) couldn't be out of action as well when all the kids needed love and comfort. And the house needed tidying, the beds needed changing, washing needed to be done and drinks needed to be made. She couldn't leave it all for Eddie.

"Baby what are you doing down there?" Eddie dumped the wash basket down at his side and crouched down in front of the pair of them with an unimpressed look. He wanted (Y/n) to go and sit down in the living room, not here on the floor.

"Making a drink," (Y/n) mumbled back, but she could scarcely open her eyes to look over at Eddie. And when she tried to lean back and look up at him, her body swayed and slumped back into the counter.

"Yeah, from down here?"

She didn't have the energy to answer back or the time to think up some snappy response. All (Y/n) could do was close her eyes because her head was pounding and she felt like she needed to be sick again. Her limbs were too heavy to move, but she needed to get up and make Nate and Robin a drink each and put the washing on that Eddie had brought through.

"You are a very bad patient. You know that? Come here, mi amor." Eddie didn't like how stubborn (Y/n) became when she was ill.

He leaned out and slipped one arm around her back and the other beneath her knees. He made sure she still had her arms around Nate and that he was stable on her chest and abdomen before he pulled (Y/n) into his chest and carefully stood up.

Her head flopped on his shoulder and Nate snuggled up against both their chests while Eddie turned around and walked out the kitchen and head into the living room.

His eyes glanced around and he smiled softly. The curtains were closed, the lamp was on and both his other boys were in here. Chris had reclined the armchair and was curled up, snuggled under a fluffy blanket as he was now fast asleep. And Evan was on the sofa, slouched down with his feet up on the coffee table.

Evan was only wearing his boxers. He was feeling the heat his body was giving off, unlike (Y/n) and Chris who were feeling the cold. And he was still sweating out his fever so he decided to forgo clothes and a blanket today.

Walking across to the other side of the sofa, Eddie bent down and carefully eased (Y/n) onto the sofa, trying his best to be gentle. He smiled when (Y/n) flopped onto Evan, resting her head on his shoulder as she brought her knees up and cuddled Nate into her chest. Eddie was about to pull back until Nate reached out and gingerly grabbed his wrist.

"Daddy, drink. Please?"

"I'll get you a drink, baby. You're all having your medicine now, anyway." He kissed Nate's head before he pulled up and looked around.

Where was Robin? She had been sat with Evan when Eddie went to look for (Y/n) and see what she was doing. All morning, Robin had clung to Eddie and been his little shadow. When he went into the kitchen to get meds for everyone, Robin had followed behind him. When he tried to tidy up, she had clung to his leg until he picked her up and carried her around for an hour doing odd jobs around the house.

She barely let Eddie out of her sight this morning while Evan and Chris stayed asleep in bed and (Y/n) tended to Nate.

Eddie made his way back towards the kitchen but he stopped midway and looked down the hall. His hands found his hips and a small smirk lit up his face as he watched his daughter.

Robin waddled out of her parents room, her blanket clung to her chest which also draped around her feet and almost tripped her up. She had a pacifier between her teeth and tears were slowly trickling down her face. She was looking for him. He had left her in the living room with Evan and now she was scouting round the house to find him.

"I'm over here, baby girl."

As soon as his voice hit her ears, Robin whined and began crying as she stumbled over her blanket and trotted down the hall. Her arms stretched out and she waited impatiently for Eddie to scoop her up. He wrapped the blanket around her, obscuring the Fireman Sam pyjamas she was wearing which matched Nate's.

Eddie settled her on his chest and soothingly rubbed his hand up and down her back as she croaked, coughed and whined into his neck.

"It's okay, you're okay baby." He smothered his lips against her temple and made his way into the kitchen, cuddling Robin close as he hummed against her temple.

He took the mug of milk out the microwave and slowly poured it into two beakers and handed one to Robin. He pinched the pacifier from her lips and tucked it safely into his pocket so she could have a drink before he turned to rummage around in the cupboard.

"Alright, take this for me please." Eddie filled a syringe with medicine and hovered it near Robin until she took the medicine. Her nose crinkled and she coughed, shaking her head before she began to cry again. "You're fine," He murmured softly as he chucked the syringe in the sink and filled another one for Nate.

Eddie knew when he got into the lounge that if he tried setting Robin down, she was going to scream. The way she clutched his shirt in her hand told him she wasn't willing to be parted from him yet. So he bent down in front of the sofa and juggled his little girl in his left hand, bouncing her on his hip to try and keep her settled and happy before he nudged Nate.

"Medicine, then your drink." He took the medicine without a complaint and smiled tiredly when he finally got his beaker of milk. "Good boy."

Eddie headed back into the kitchen and found one of the twin's trays that he set out on the side. He found a handful of small medicine pots in the cupboard and laid them out before he looked around for the meds he had gotten out earlier. Suddenly, Eddie felt like he was working in a hospital going on a medication round.

"Okay mummy, pops, Chris… and me."

Eddie popped some painkillers into a medicine pot for (Y/n), then poured some of Chris's medicine into another as he didn't take tablets. They were hard for him to swallow so they always got him soluble in case he choked. He poured cough syrup into three small pots for each of them, and dissolved some high strength painkillers in a glass of water for Evan.

He then popped some more painkillers for himself and downed them with a glass of water. There was no chance Eddie was taking the risk of getting sick himself. He was surrounded by sickness. He was helping (Y/n) and Evan move about the house, the twins were coughing and sweating on him and he was constantly moving and cuddling Chris. If Eddie didn't take painkillers, he would definitely come down with whatever his family had.

He was surprised he was the only one in the house left standing who hadn't fell down with the flu yet.

With a few glasses of juice and a pack of cough sweets on the tray, Eddie nodded that he had got everything. He juggled Robin in one arm and the tray on his other hand and headed back into the living room where his sick family were harbouring.

"Chris… wake up buddy, you need your medicine."

Chris tiredly opened his eyes and uncurled his arms from beneath his blanket. He didn't look best pleased about taking more medicine, but he never complained. He knew it was easier to take the medicine than spit it out like Robin had been prone to do quite a lot.

He downed the small pot of medicine, then the cough syrup, then gladly took the cough sweet he was handed and watched Eddie set a cup of juice on the side table for him.

"Babe, your turn." Eddie patted Evan's leg and crouched down beside the sofa, watching intently as Evan groggily opened his eyes and cracked a small smile.

When he was handed a cup of dissolved meds, Evan gave it a swirl before he closed his eyes and downed it in one. His lips curled in distaste and he shook his head but managed to keep it down. Dissolved medication always tasted horrid and made his throat tighten up and he felt the urge to throw it straight back up. But Evan could keep it down, whereas (Y/n) threw it up instantly if she tried.

It was better to take because dissolved meds got into the system quicker and acted faster, but (Y/n) would take the risk of waiting longer to feel better.

Once it was gone, Eddie swapped Evan's glass for a pot of cough syrup and put a glass of juice down on the side for him. He grinned when Eddie hovered over him and pressed the back of his hand against his temple. And his smile turned cheesy when Eddie cupped his neck and felt his pulse.

Evan had been the one who could barely walk this morning. Vertigo took over him within seconds and Eddie had to heave him down the hall to get him from the bathroom into the lounge.

"Am I good?"

"You're still burning up."

"Hm. Is there Lucozade in the fridge? That's good for glucose and energy levels, right?" Evan scratched the back of his head and tried to lift his head up from the back of the sofa but it only made him feel dizzy. He slouched back down and leaned his head back into the cushion as he watched Eddie give him a certain look.

"I'll have a look later, you don't need glucose you need rest." Eddie wasn't hyping Evan up on an energy drink that was meant to keep him active and moving about. Evan needed to rest and sleep right now, not try and boost his levels and hurry about the house.

"You should take some painkillers too, so you don't get it."

"I have, babe. I am a medic, you know. And I'm not getting sick, not because of any of you."

"Wanna bet?" Evan pushed his head forward before he had the chance to feel dizzy and stole a kiss from Eddie. He loved the unimpressed look in Eddie's eyes and the way his lips rolled together like he was trying not to frown or be stern. And just to tease him, Evan stole another kiss and sank his teeth down into Eddie's lower lip to make him groan.

His head flopped back and he lazily reached an arm out to brush Robin's cheek as she finished the last of her drink.

Turning his head, Evan looked down at (Y/n) and gently moved his elbow she was leaning on to gain her attention. It was her turn for meds. "You haven't got the soluble stuff for her, have you? She'll puke it back up-"

"I'm the doctor, you're the patient Buck. I know what I'm doing." Eddie grabbed the pot of painkillers and gave them a shake in front of Evan to make his point. He knew their girlfriend just as well as Evan did, he knew she wouldn't take dissolved painkillers and she couldn't take normal painkillers without a drink either.

A tired, weak smile flooded (Y/n)'s lips when she opened her eyes and found Eddie holding out a pot of meds for her. She took them without complaint and swigged half the glass of juice he held out, grimacing as it felt like the tablets got stuck halfway down her neck.

She downed the cough medicine Eddie handed over before she snuggled back down into Evan's side and tucked Nate higher up on her chest. He was dozing back off to sleep now that he'd finished his drink and taken his medicine.

"Can you go to pops for a while so I can tidy up, hm baby?" Eddie bounced Robin on his hip and looked over at Evan who already had his arms stretched out for his baby girl.

Robin let Eddie ease her down onto Evan's bare chest and she instantly snuggled down into him when she realised how warm he was. But she held out her beaker to Eddie and started to whine until he swapped it for the pacifier in his back pocket.

Her head tucked down beneath Evan's chin and her arms looped around his neck as she curled her legs around his waist and burrowed down into him. Her weight on Evan's chest was comforting but it also made him cough and wheeze, which he did his best to smother so he didn't upset her.

"Can you all stay in here now please? I don't wanna find anyone collapsed in the hall or disappearing around the house. Stay here and rest." Eddie gave them all a pointed look as he planted his hands down on his hips and looked around his family.

"Yes doctor Diaz." (Y/n) whispered softly as she moved to lay her head down on Evan's lap and laid out across the sofa with Nate cuddled into her chest and stomach.

"Diaz-Buckley." Chris corrected, eyes half-lidded as he shimmied back down in the chair and bundled back under the blanket.

Eddie nodded when they all seemed to understand his orders and he smiled before he trailed back into the kitchen to put the washing on and tidy up. He started humming a tune quietly to himself when he heard the music from the tv. He wasn't sure what movie they were all watching. Eddie wasn't so sure any of them were even watching it anymore, they were halfway to sleep and by the time he went back, he knew they would all be fast asleep.

That was what he wanted. He wanted all his family to be asleep and resting so they could get better. Eddie loved each one of them to pieces, but they weren't the best patients in the world when they tried to do too much and didn't listen to him.

"Ooh no… oh baby." Evan closed his eyes and groaned through a cough as his lips curled up in distaste and his nose scrunched up.

Robin threw up on him.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was sat in his boxers radiating so much heat that he could warm the whole house up. And one of his twins just chucked up all her milk and medicine right down the left side of his chest.

The feeling made Evan want to be sick and he coughed when he opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Robin tilted her head up and the moment she looked at Evan, a cry burst past her lips which made her begin to cough and croak. Evan ran his hand up and down her back as (Y/n) moved to sit up next to him, grimacing when she saw what had happened.

"I- I'm sorry," Robin blubbered before she let out another cry when Evan unravelled her blanket from her waist and swiftly swiped it across his chest.

"S'alright girlie, not your fault." Evan kissed her burning temple before he slumped forward and set her down on her feet. "Go find daddy, tell him we're gonna get a bath now."

Evan watched her scurry away, tears streaming down her face and cries loudly wailing past her lips. Now she didn't have her pacifier or her blanket that Evan had robbed her of and she still felt sick. She wasn't happy and it was clear in her high pitch cries.

A grin pulled at Evan's lips, despite the coughs he couldn't hide, when he felt Nate tug on his wrist and mumble "Bath?" Quietly while he looked up at Evan with those tired doe eyes.

"You wanna join?"

When Nate nodded, (Y/n) kissed the back of his head and helped him scurry down to the floor. She reached her hand out and rubbed Evan's shoulder and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck. (Y/n) didn't have the energy to join or help, she just wanted to sleep. She would rather stay in here with Chris and finish the movie while Evan tried to relax in the bath with the twins.

She smiled when Evan tilted her head back to kiss her before he used the coffee table as leverage and tried to stand up.

Vertigo hit him like a truck and had him stumbling past the sofa, leaning from one side to the next and he figured the fluids in his ears were unbalanced. Affecting how he held his head and if his head went one way, his body was sure to follow that direction.

"Shit! Eddie…" He whined, feeling like one of the kids when he crashed down to his knees and flopped his head down when his eyes rolled back.

Eddie threw his head back and tried to take a deep breath. He tossed Chris's cover down on his bed and walked out the room to try and see what everyone was doing. He could hear pattering footsteps and he found Nate stood in the doorway to the bathroom and Robin standing close by, her arms bound to her middle as she cried and croaked horribly.

"Daddy!" Her arms stretched out for him but Eddie shook his head when he saw Evan on his hands and knees a little further down the hall, clearly failing at trying to walk.

"Let me get pops first baby-" Eddie cringed and rolled his lips together when Robin screamed.

A high pitch, bubbling scream tore past her lips and she stomped her foot, her arms still held out in front of her. She wanted Eddie and she wanted him now.

"That's not nice." Eddie chided and walked past her to go and get Evan. All the kids knew they couldn't stomp their feet or shout and demand whatever they wanted. None of their parents would give in if they did that and it didn't matter how sick Robin felt, she couldn't scream at Eddie for his attention.

When he walked past her, she cried out and flopped down on her bum on the floor. Deciding she would sit and cry until someone picked her up and decided to comfort her.

"I told you to stay put."

"Robin puked on me… and we all want a bath. Help me up?" Evan braced one hand on the wall and stretched his other hand out to grab Eddie's shoulder when he stood in front of him.

Evan managed a small smile when he felt Eddie's hands on his waist and he carefully reeled him back up and let Evan lean his weight onto him. He smiled and leaned forward, resting their temples together as he brushed his fingers across Eddie's neck.

"Are you joining us?"

"I can't exactly leave you all unattended, now, can I?"

#eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #911 imagine #imagine #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie x buck #buck x eddie

[wildestdreamsblog]

Santa Tell Me

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You needed protection. Steve was only too un(willing) to take you in his mountain.

Warnings: Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: One shot that has more that 5k words. One day, I’ll get over Chris Evans. But today isn’t the day. My Christmas gift to you hihi merry christmas lovely humans~

“No.”

A door slammed on Bucky’s face. He had not even said a word and yet, his best friend, Steve Rogers took one look at him and decided that it was best to slam the door in his face.

This punk, he thought.

Bucky took a deep breath before turning to look at the lady hiding behind his back. He offered you an assuring smile, pointing his thumb on the closed door before making a face as though saying that his friend was unnecessarily grumpy.

“Sorry ‘bout that. I think it’s menopause.”

Bucky cleared his throat before knocking once again.

The door opened with excessive force and once again, the brawny man appeared. Now that he didn’t slam the door, you were able to see what he really looked like.

What your supposedly temporary sanctuary looked like.

What he looked like.

When Bucky Barnes showed you what his best friend looked like, you thought that he seemed like an old-fashioned yet friendly man. From what Bucky told you, Steve used to be a captain in the military, until he quitted. The man just one day decided to retire because, and you quoted Bucky, ‘the man was simply fed up with people’s bullshit’.

You thought he looked handsome in his military uniform.

The hulking man in front of Bucky looked like the man in the photograph, yet at the same time so different. The Steve standing tall in front of you had beard on his face. In comparison to the photo, he now sported a longer hair that framed his manly face. You noted that his locks looked darker now. He was even bulkier now, too. The man on the photo looked like a hero. The one in front of you looked like an anti-hero.

“Heeeey,” Bucky grinned at Steve before slapping his arm in a friendly gesture. “I was just talking about you! So this is-“

“We’re the same age,” Steve cut Bucky off, glaring at him with his intense eyes before stepping closer to the equally huge man. You almost wondered how Bucky did not look intimidated at all when you remembered that underneath Bucky’s friendly persona was a man as deadly as him.

Steve never once looked at your direction as if you were inconsequential to him. Well, you thought, of course you were. To him, you were a nuisance. Bucky was not the one assigned to your case, yet you were immensely grateful that he stepped in once he noticed how the other man was bungling your case and almost caused your demise. That was to say it kindly when in truth, you walked out of their office one day after meeting with the other sergeant to go over your case. He assured you that the case was simple and that your life was not in grave danger. One moment you were crossing the road and was about to enter your car, and the next thing you knew a car was driving alarmingly fast to where you were standing. Your fight and flight instinct seemed to fail you as you did nothing but looked at the car with wide eyes and stuck limbs.

You should have been dead.

You would have been dead if it weren’t for Bucky’s quick reflexes and impeccable speed. And well, his metal arm. You felt a powerful arm tugged you behind a car, shielding you with his body and metal arm as the assailant pointed a gun at you and began shooting. The loud bangs from the weapons felt like it went on forever. Bucky had his other arm wrapped around you and he felt your uncontrollable trembles. He looked down and noticed how pale you were.

And he hated it.

He loathed seeing someone took advantage of helpless people.

Perhaps, that was what made him snapped. With practiced precision, Bucky pointed his gun and with a singular shot, he managed to hit one of the wheels. The car crashed to the post with deafening sound of collision. A moment passed before the forces were able to cautiously walked to the car, their guns pointed at the injured assaulters.

Bucky thought they were all useless.

After he made sure that you were indeed unharmed, Bucky gently dragged you back to the headquarters and berated the sergeant in charged of your case. He called the man, and you quoted: ‘a simpering buffoon’, ‘an intolerable fuck waffle’, ‘a spam email’, and lastly, he likened the sergeant to a wet sock. By the time he was done verbally kicking the man, the sergeant looked like he was one insult away from crying. Bucky thought that he deserved it. One mistake could cost someone’s life, and it almost costed yours.

Had the man simply looked deeper into the case, had he just noticed the familiar patterns of the crime, then he would know that the man you unknowingly outed was none other than the villain they had tried so hard to capture. He could not simply hand this case to another person. No, he knew what needed to be done, what level of protection you needed in order to get out of this disaster alive, and who could protect you as he resolved the case.

Which brought the two of you in front of his old friend’s cabin in the middle of nowhere. Okay, that might have been a tad bit exaggerated. Technically, Steve had neighbors in this mountains…just not near him…for miles..

Bucky cocked his head to the side, clearly confused as to what Steve said. “What?”

“We’re the same age. Therefore, If I am experiencing menopause, shouldn’t you be too?” Steve answered scathingly, clearly taking offense on Bucky’s senseless quip. He squinted his eyes at the equally tall man. Bucky’s jaw dropped dramatically, his hand covering his mouth.

“What?” He gasped theatrically. “Meaning to say you can still procreate?”

Steve clearly wasn’t amused. He stepped closer and to your astonishment, Bucky ran behind you. He humorously cowered on your back, using you as a human shield between him and the slighted former captain.

And that was the first time Steve Rogers laid his eyes on you.

To an untrained eye, no one could see him paused. But Bucky saw it. It was as though someone knocked the air out of his friend’s lungs. It was as though you were an occurrence that he never saw coming.

As the case may be, Steve led the two of you in his cozy cabin. The fire from the chimney made the place considerably warmer. Steve wordlessly placed a steaming cup of tea in front of you. Before you could even express your gratitude, he was already turning his back on you and sat on the chair in front of you and Bucky.

“Where’s my tea?” Bucky asked, looking longingly at the cup in your hands.

Steve merely spread his legs further, getting comfortable as he leveled his glare at his best friend. “She’s a guest.”

“I’m you guest, too!”

Steve shook his head slowly, “No, you’re not. You’re an unwanted nuisance, my acquaintance at best.”

Bucky could only blinked owlishly at his best friend. How could he categorized him as an acquaintance as if he didn’t grow up with him? The audacity. The nerve. But then he remembered, he must be kinder to Steve because he was the one needing a favor from him.

After Bucky went to the kitchen and served himself a tea all while mumbling under his breath how hospitable and recluse his friend had become, he went straight to business.

He laid out the facts, and Steve in turn listened intently. Bucky could see that he was just an inch closer to agreeing, and he needed just a push.

“She knows how to cook! She wouldn’t be a bother to you, right Y/N? You know how to cook?” Bucky exclaimed, his expression hopeful as he looked at you.

You shook your head slowly and you could see him visibly deflate.

“She knows how to do the laundry. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger while she’s here-“

You tapped his broad arm, before scooting closer to him. You whispered sheepishly to him, “I don’t know how to do that, too.”

“What?” he whispered back in astonishment and utter confusion.

Steve watched the two of you with a bored expression. His arms were crossed in front of him as he assessed the situation. This was not the first time Bucky used his space as a safe house. Usually, they only stay for a couple of weeks because that was how quick Bucky moved. When his best friend was intrigued with a case, he became so hyper focused that he only breathed for the case. In addition, the last time Bucky brought someone, he promised that it would be the last one.

And yet, here you were.

He could already feel the headache coming.

“Maybe you two want to talk it out first?” He asked when few minutes passed and you two were still conversing under your breaths.

Bucky offered him a sincere smile. “Come on, punk. For the spirit of Christmas, do it for me.”

He looked at him with deadpanned expression, “It’s October.”

He did not know how, but you and him watched as Bucky drove out of the property with a victorious smile on his face. How he was able to convince him was lost on Steve.

The first week went by quickly. You were somehow starting to be familiar with Steve’s routine. You noticed that early in the morning and before he locked the doors in the evening, he did parameter check. No matter how cold it was outside, he would do it without fail. You would admit that it made you feel safer. For the first time in months, you felt as though you were out of harm’s way. And in turn, you attempted to cook him meals. But that ended up a peril to the both of you…and his house.

You tried your very best to do his laundry, even his underwear. You were confused at first why you were having a hard time removing the stains form them. The look of horror in Steve’s face when he saw you hand washing his delicates was priceless. He was a man of great stature and nothing and no one managed to faze him. Until you.

He was so focused on your hands holding his underwear that he failed to notice how you were able to turn his white shirts into red.

He was still blushing and was unable to look in your eyes when that night, you gently place a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. He nodded his gratitude to you before engulfing the cup with his massive hand. He took on sip before he started coughing uncontrollably. In your panicked state, you went to him and touch him for the first time. You rubbed his muscular back, looking at his reddened face.

“What is this?” He asked between coughs. Only when he looked like he was near dying did he look at you.

“A coffee,” you answered.

“With salt?!”

A look of confusion passed your face before you realization dawned on you. Hurriedly, you went to him to take his sorry excuse for a coffee away from him. You were pouring it on the sink when you heard his concerned voice near you. In fact, you failed to notice him move and stand beside you because of your embarrassment.

“What happened?”

You contemplated whether you should tell him, but for his safety (and the safety of his food) you told him. With a deep breath, you turned to look at the tall man beside you.

“I lost my sense of taste.”

“Why?”

“Traumatic brain injury,” you admitted as though this was not a big deal, as though you didn’t almost die that night.

He didn’t need to know how- he had an inclination. Your enemy was powerful. Remarkably powerful that Bucky had asked for his help when he promised never to again. You were in danger.

You thought Steve would attempt to say something comforting like other people. Yet, all he did was to look at you intensely and nod his head as if in acknowledgement of your pain.

The next morning, you woke up to find all the ingredients in the kitchen with label, his beautiful handwriting on each of the container.

It was a cold night in November when Steve and your dynamic changed. You couldn’t sleep that night, your thoughts and anxiety about your future was getting ahead of you. It was as if you no longer had something to look forward to, as if it was solitary or death. You tried everything- from counting sheep, to reciting the alphabet backwards. And yet, you still couldn’t sleep. And so, you decided to warm a glass of milk when you heard it.

A sound of pain.

Fearing that something had happened to Steve, you ran to the side of the house you had never been in. You were thankful that the door was not locked when you barged in. The only weapon in your hand was a wooden spoon you would have used to stir your milk. Your eyes swept over the darkened place to fight the danger off and found none. The danger was in Steve’s mind. He was groaning in his sleep, his brows furrowed, showing his distressed. The sheet was entangled in his muscular limbs, sweat was rolling down his forehead.

He looked like he was in pain.

And you knew what it was, you had experienced what it was. It was something you wanted to run away from, and yet, you couldn’t. You were trapped in your own mind. And tonight, Steve was trapped in his own personal nightmare.

Softly, you brushed your hand on his hair, trying to soothe him. You called his name to wake him up, running your other hand up and down his arm in a pacifying manner.

“Steve, come on. Wake up,” you whispered when he started struggling, his muscles rippling from the intense emotions and anxiety rolling off of him.

“I’m here. No one’s gonna hurt you,” you buried your face on his chest. You had read somewhere that pressure was a good thing when someone was experiencing this to keep them grounded. You had desperately prayed that someone would be there for you when you felt like dying.

“I’m here for you..”

You repeated saying that until you felt him move. And only when his breathing turned normal did you look up at his confused and frightened eyes. Seeing as he was now awake, you attempted to move only for him to shackle you to his front with his muscular arms. He looked at you as if he couldn’t believe you were there with him, as if you were an angel that saved him the moment he thought he would perish.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. You were wary at that point. You felt as though you were crossing a line- something that you could never go back to. With his face so close to yours, you could feel something you never should have felt for this was only a temporary dwelling, your resting place.

This had a deadline.

You had gotten good at ignoring how handsome he was, how strong he was, how gentle he was to you… and how patient he was to all your shenanigans.

Most importantly, you were almost successful at ignoring how protective he was of you that he did not even let you cook. Or how he always had his hand on the small of your back when you two were walking outside. Or how he always checked on you each night and bid you good night. Or how he said without words how no harm would come upon you.

Or how feminine he made you feel.

It was so unlike how other men you had dated treated you. No, they didn’t treat you wrong… they just didn’t treat you the way he was treating you. Or look at you the way he was looking at you right now.

“Please,” he whispered.

And stay, you did.

It was before sunset when you opened your eyes. A heavy arm was thrown on your stomach, you back so close to his front that you could feel his warmth and a hardness you knew what it was. You felt a tinge of heat on your core. It had been too long… You could smell Steve this close. And by heavens, he smelled like home.

He smelled like yours.

But you knew you shouldn’t get attached. This would only bring chaos to his peaceful life. You weren’t ignorant to assume that his life in the military was peaceful. He wouldn’t be like how he was last night if not for the terrors he faced during his service.

And falling for him would only bring terror in his life. You could not bring yourself to ruin the peaceful and idle life he made for himself in this mountain.

With a firm decision, you left his bed.

Steve couldn’t remember sleeping as peacefully as he did…or waking up as late as he did that morning. Yet, all the calmness he felt vanished when he woke up without you. He knew he did not dreamed you. You were there. He felt you there. He held you in his arms. You soothed the demons living in his mind.

But where were you now?

His movements were abrupt as he scanned his room. He hastily moved out of his room, sweeping a look at every room he passed. He placated himself by thinking that you might have moved back to your room to sleep only to be disappointed. Your room looked cold. You weren’t there. He felt his heart beating, the sound drumming out of his ribcage that it hurt. He felt as though he could not breathe. With a poorly constrained terror, he started calling out your name loudly as he moved to every room of his house.

And still, you weren’t there.

You left, he was convinced.

And he felt betrayed.

How could you leave just like that when you brought color to his bleak life? When for the first time in years he felt that he wasn’t alone? How could you leave like that when you were able to silence the demons he tried so hard to kill?

He was hunched over the kitchen counter when he heard a door open. Unknowing that you left a bomb to explode by stepping outside, you flashed Steve a small smile. In your hand was a bunch of flowers you had plucked from around the area. Your smile froze when he walked to you like a bull ready to eviscerate his opponent. Barely stepping back, you were unprepared when you felt his powerful arms around you, his body trembling with anger and anxiety.

“S-Steve?”

If he heard you, he didn’t give an ounce of indication. His hold on you tightened, his face buried on your dainty shoulder. It went for so long that you started feeling uncomfortable. Your mind was set from your morning walk that you would go back to treating him like a friend. You were attempting to get out of his hold when he finally did speak.

“Do you even have an ounce of idea what I would do if you end up getting hurt?” His voice was cold when he spoke. He let you go to look at you. His anger was palpable. The calm and quiet Steve you knew was gone.

“I just went out to-“

“And you didn’t think of the danger?” He asked in indignation. The way he was looking at you made you feel like a petulant child, as though you did a terrible mistake. “You didn’t think that Bucky placed you in my care only for you to get hurt because what? You wanted to pick up flowers? Are you that thoughtless-“ He finally trailed off when he saw tears threatening to fall. Your lips were quivering from hurt. Steve suddenly felt at loss. He went too far, he was afraid to admit.

Without meeting his eyes, you stepped out of his hold, placed the flowers on the counter, and went up to your room.

It was hours later when a knock disrupted you from your hateful thoughts toward him and pitying thoughts for your situation. You were pouting when the door opened, revealing the person who vexed you today. You didn’t say anything, merely threw daggers his way. Steve didn’t know how to deal with someone like you, yet he knew he was in the wrong. He let his emotions get the best of him.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he said, watching your expressionless face. You hated how he talked to you. There was already someone bungling your life and making it miserable and making you feel like you were so small that he could step on you. You didn’t need another man to do that.

Coldly, you replied, “I only accept apologies in cash.”

And that was how you found yourself in town. Steve was on guard as he walked with you, his towering height made it possible to see everyone. He was serious while you were jumping up and down from excitement. It had been close to half a year since you were out in the public, and this felt like a treat to you. You were so used to living and providing for yourself that when shit happened, it was a big adjustment for you. Yet now, you had no qualm spending his money. It was reparation for damages that he did to you, you thought.

You smiled evilly as he paid for the camera that you bought.

It was not the fanciest, you were not that evil. But it was so long since you last held a camera. You were a photographer, one of the best actually. You were winning contests left and right. One day, you were innocently taking a photo of a landscape, admiring the nature and the vast land before you. Your focus was on the deers wandering aimlessly. You went home that day like any other work day. It was the next day when you were reviewing your photos that you noticed that just behind the deers, almost hidden behind the trees, were three men. One man looked like he was running, the other two was laughing with guns in their hands. It turned out you were a witness to a crime. Not long after, the body was found.

And that was how you got entangled in this whole fiasco.

It was almost December, and the market was already decorated with Christmas lights and in the middle of it all was the huge tree. You pulled Steve in front of it, lifted the camera, and took a picture of the two of you. You were looking at the camera, and he was looking down at you with a small smile in his face.

December came. It was the day before Christmas when Steve found you in the kitchen, attempting once again to cook properly. Regardless of the taste, Steve always ate your food without any reluctance. Yet, what you were cooking looked festive that it confused him.

“Is there an occasion?” He asked as he sipped his coffee, thankfully no longer salty.

“I’m one year closer to death.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s my birthday.”

You faced him with a smile. Steve walked to you, before embracing you in his arms. “I am so happy you’re alive, angel. Happy birthday,” he whispered in your ears. He wanted to say how happy he was you were here, too. Yet, he didn’t.

That night, he laid out the table so beautifully. Candles were lit in the middle. Steve cooked for the two of you, and he took out wine from his cellar. You and him were sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace with wine glass in your hand.

“You never asked me why I had a nightmare,” Steve stated, he was swirling the wine as he looked at you. You could feel his body warmth this close. The wine, the candle, and the way he looked at you felt like this was something intimate.

“I figured if you wanted me to know, you would.”

“You weren’t curious.”

“We all have demons to live with. That’s what I thought. And I hope you defeat your demons,” you admitted before sipping from your glass.

What you didn’t know was his demons were becoming less and less strong the longer you stayed with him, he thought. You could silence them.

“Did you enjoy your birthday, angel?”

“I did. Also, why are you calling me an angel?”

“Because I feel safe with you.”

“What?” You sputtered. If anything, he should be the angel with the way he took you in when he didn’t have to. “If that’s the case, you’re the angel, Steve. You make me feel safe,” you stated with sincerity in your voice.

“I know I’m an imposition to you. I’m thankful that you took me in. Bucky mentioned that he’s almost sure that this will end soon. Thank you for letting me stay here, Steve. Soon, you can have this haven all to yourself. I will never forget your kindness. You’re my angel.”

When you finally looked up, you noticed how serious he was looking at you. His eyes drifted to your lips. Unconsciously, you licked your lips. Suddenly you felt as though you were parched. Steve hated the thought of him living in this mountain without you. You had been here for only close to three months and yet, you changed him. His house no longer felt cold. His house no longer felt empty. He hated the thought of losing you.

He thought that you were meant to be here.

Steve lowered his face to you, inch by inch. Until you felt his lips on you. He kissed you slowly at first, so softly that your eyes fluttered close. It was only when you opened your lips did he kiss you with such intensity that it made your breathless. His hand was on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. His tongue demanded entrance, and you were too willing to give in. The taste of mint and wine on his lips made you kissed him deeper. With his strength, he pulled you on top of him. You were straddling him, and his hands were discovering your curves. The hard evidence of his pleasure was pressed on your core.

You were humping him, all rational thoughts flew out of your brain the moment his lips touched yours. From this angle, you could feel how big he was. You were moaning when his lips skimmed to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses. Your pulse was erratic, he noted. You were as affected as he was. With barely restrained impatience, Steve placed you on the carpeted floor, his body closely following as he topped you. He caressed your soft thigh, your dress falling to your waist which gave him access to your core. As if to tease you, Steve ran his hand from your neck to your chest, down to your stomach, and finally to your thong.

“Naughty girl,” he whispered in your ear. “I bet you’re dripping wet for me.” Without any warning, he tore your thong away from you. He was in the middle of your parted legs, his look dark as he focused on your core. His finger traced your slit, making you moan as he smirked at how wet you were for him. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Your cunt is so wet for me.”

He slid down. Steve opened your pussy wider with his fingers and with his tongue, he tasted you. You were shocked at how much pleasure he was giving you that when he dove in and ate you like a man starved, you felt yourself go. Yet, he didn’t stop. A finger eased in you as he sucked your clit, moaning with gusto. You were so tight that he wondered how he would fit in you. He was thinking you were his, only his after this.

You were on your second orgasm, your legs shivering when he finally lifted his face. His beard was drenched with your essence, his hair falling on his forehead as he looked at you with heat in his eyes. Your dress was the next to go.

You were too in hazed from your orgasms, and his mouth sucking ferociously on your breast that you didn’t know how he got you and him naked. Yet, the next thing you knew, he was pressing his hard cock against your pussy. He kept pressing the head against you.

“You want me,” he said darkly. It wasn’t lost on you that it was not a question. Yet, you nodded your head. Because at that moment, you did want him more than anything else.

Steve rub his cock on your swollen clit before sliding it down on your tight hole. And then he shoved it inside you, pushing you to the edge once again.

He was only too glad you were too into it that you didn’t notice he had no protection. Or that he came inside you.

He was only too glad to taste you when you were awake. He had craved hearing your moans.

He was only too glad that you were a heavy sleeper some nights that he was able to spread your legs and taste you. He even marked your pussy with his cum on some nights. Of course, you would never know that. It was his secret.

Your talk about how this would all end, how he was going to be alone soon made him crazy. You didn’t know, but you unknowingly traded a dangerous man to another devil. He’d have a talk with Bucky, of course. Bucky would understand that he had to keep you. You’d go nowhere. You were his. He had been good all his life. Didn’t he deserve a Christmas gift, too? You and a baby soon, perhaps?

He smiled at your sleeping form. He couldn’t stop himself from hugging you closer. The snow was falling beautifully outside, the fire had long simmered. The sun was starting to rise. This was what Christmas truly felt like, Steve thought.

When you finally stirred, he whispered, “Merry Christmas, my angel.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #nomad steve rogers #steve rogers smut #dark steve rogers #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #soft!dark steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfic

[worksby-d]

What are you gonna do about that?

Pairing: Ari Levinson x girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Ari being the softest boyfriend and asking a v important question. 

Warnings: None 🤭

Word count: ~600

 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　

You’ve surely lost track of time by now. Between the serene sounds of the water and the slight breeze rustling the trees and grass, it’s easy to do. You purposely found the quietest part of the beach to ensure you could relax without interruption — Or so you thought.

Although your eyes are closed underneath your sunglasses, you can feel a large shadow approach and cast over you. It feels familiar… The size and the quiet footsteps as it gets closer.

Your inkling is proven right when it speaks – “You look pretty.”

He expected you to jump, but you let out a laugh. You’d know Ari’s voice anywhere, it would never scare you.

“I’m just laying here.”

His eyes continue to wander, taking the sight of you in – Your skin, albeit due to a sheen of sweat, looks like it’s glowing under the midday sun. 

“Well, you look pretty laid out in front of me,” he teases. 

If your eyes were open, you’d roll them. “Huh, that sounds familiar…” As if he hadn’t said the same thing to you last night in bed. 

“Can I lay here?” 

Peeking an eye open, you see him pointing to the spot next to you. Patting the sand, you give him a nod. 

“It’s too hot for you to touch me,” you warn, closing your eyes again. “I hope that’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Not at all,” he laughs, laying next to you, keeping space between your bodies because he agrees, especially regretting the fact he didn’t come prepared with a towel to lay on instead of the scorching sand. 

Nevertheless, he can’t resist being this close to you and not touching you. His hand inches closer to yours, giving himself away when his pinky brushes against yours. 

“Can I at least hold your hand?” He whispers.

With an exaggerated sigh, you happily take his hand. “I suppose that’s fine. How was your morning?”

“You know how my morning was,” he smirks, tilting his head to see if he’s gotten you to crack a smile at the thought of how he woke you up this morning and kept you in his bed longer than you had anticipated.

“After that, I mean,” you laugh, flustered thinking back to it.

“Well, you know…” He sighs, recounting the few mundane things he did. Working out, second shower… “Missed you a lot.”

“Whatever,” you chuckle softly, suppressing the huge smile you’d break into otherwise. 

“I mean it,” he promises, voice low and serious. You can sense him roll onto his side to face you. He gently rests his hand on your cheek to get you to turn your head and look at him. “I hate watching you leave to go back to your place each morning.”

“Uh-huh,” you hum slowly, following along but forcing yourself to not look excited in case you’re just getting your hopes up. “So, what are you gonna do about that?”

“I’m gonna ask you to move in with me,” he smiles. “Would you wanna move in with me?”

“Really?” You finally let yourself get giddy. 

“Yeah, really,” he laughs, leaning down to finally give you the kiss he’s been dying to give you. “So?”

“Of course,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him where he is. “I love you so much.”

“You’re so sweaty,” he teases, cringing as he uses a corner of your towel to wipe your forehead before quickly giving you another kiss, not giving you the chance to call him the three-letter word that was going to follow your gasp. “But I love you, too.”

 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　 ҉　

Tag list: @patzammit @denisemarieangelina @thummbelina @pppsssyyyccchhhiiiccc @astheskycries @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @la-cey @turtoix @katiew1973 @harrysthiccthighss @tvckerlance @rocketrhap3000 @mrspeacem1nusone @murdcox @geminievans1 @doozywoozy @americasass91 @dwights-new-plague @wwwmarissa92 @redhairedfeistynerd @whxre4cevans @aubreeskailynn @white-wolf1940 @melchills-j @xoxabs88xox @before-we-get-started @chrissquares @christowhore @ice-dtae @mariestark @justile @rogersbarber @dilfbarber @livstilinski @payperhearts @vintagestarlight @gitasor @chaeycunty @miss-ariella @bemysugarbean @t-stark35 @seitmai @reginaphalange2403 @raelorns21 @mrsgweasley @pandaxnienke

#ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fanfic #chris evans x y/n

[intoanotherworld23]

The Neighbor

Pairing: Female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: Brief mention of masturbation, swear words, mention of sex

Summary: Your incredibly handsome new neighbor Chris Evans moves in across the street, and he’s holding a secret that he doesn’t know if you’ll be able to handle

Check out my other works on my Hall Of Hunks

Part 2

"You got any plans tonight?" Your friend asked as she made herself a drink.

"Yeah I actually do." She turned to give you a knowing look.

"Reading your dirty books and drinking wine is not plans." She scoffed as you rolled your eyes at her. She knew you all too well. "Let's go out tonight."

"I don't know." You groaned as you plopped down on the couch. Going out wasn't really your type of thing.

"You can touch yourself another night." She joked as you almost choked on your own spit.

"I don't do that." You exclaimed but she just scoffed at your response both you and her knowing that was the furthest thing from the truth.

"Everyone touches themselves Y/N." She gave you a look as she raised an eyebrow up. "It's perfectly normal and healthy."

Your friend had no trouble speaking her mind especially when it came to anything sexual. She literally had no filter and didn't care what she said. That's why you and her became best friends. She was the outgoing and spunky type of person, and you were a little shy and timid. Somehow it just worked out with you two.

"I don't need to do that anyway." Your voice became softer and quieter.

"Masturbation you can say the word out loud you know." She teased you watching you struggled to say the right words.

"Alright let's change the subject." She laughed at your response knowing which buttons to push.

She talked about sex so easily whereas you became flustered and uncomfortable. It wasn't a topic that came to you naturally or easily like it did her. You've had sex before but it was always so vanilla and boring. Which is why you just kind of gave up on the matter. No man being able to make you feel sexy or frisky.

"Okay let's go out tonight." She pressed again as you just sighed out loud. She wasn't going to give up.

"Nope." Popping the p looking at your phone.

"Come on bitch it'll be fun." Walking over to sit next to you.

"You know I don't exactly do well around..people." It was true every time you were around large groups of people you tended to make a fool of yourself. Sometimes unintentionally.

"When was the last time you went out?" She asked you. Looking down at the hands resting on your lap knowing she was right.

"I mean I go out." Shrugging your shoulders trying to dodge the question.

"Bitch please if you go out you go out with me." Laughing into her glass at your failed attempt to prove her wrong. "So like I said when was the last time you went out without me?"

Keeping silent of you started picking at your nails knowing she was right. You pushed yourself to go out more, but it never worked out the way you wanted. That's why you always went out whenever your friend invited you.

"Exactly." She sounded proud that she had a point. You just stuck your tongue out at her. "You only go out when it's with me."

"Well you're my best friend." You shot back but she wasn't buying it.

"Your my best friend too but I go out without you." She was making her case and you hated when she was right.

"Well we're different types of people." You stuttered that was the only thing you could come up with.

"I don't care you are going out tonight and that's final." She wasn't going to let up no matter how hard you tried. She'd drag you out if she had to.

Before you could rebuttal both of you heard what sounded like a big truck pulling up to your house. Getting up you walked over to the front window to see what was going on. Seeing a red Ferrari in the driveway of the house across the street, and a moving truck parking as close to the house as the could.

Immediately recognizing the man who stepped out of the Ferrari. Remembering you had seen him last week to close on the new house. What you really remembered though was just how drop dead handsome this man was. Your friend thinking they same thing too, as she practically was purring at the sight of him.

"Who is that?" She fanned herself making you giggle.

"I have no idea." You shrugged as your eyes remained glued to the man. "I only have seen him once last week."

What you didn't tell her though was how you couldn't get him out of your mind. That everytime you woke up you had hoped you'd see him again. Relying your time on seeing him, and even dolling yourself up a bit and sitting on the front porch hoping he would see you. Of course that didn't happen. Thinking a man like him would never go for a woman like you.

"And you didn't get his name?" She sounded offended and shocked. "I say we go over there and introduce ourselves."

"Are you crazy?" Stepping back to look at her with wide eyes. "We can't just go over there and talk to him."

"Ummm yes we can." She nodded her head not even bothering to look at you. "God he just looks like if sex were a person."

Y/F/N." You exclaimed lightly pushing her shoulder. "He's probably got a girlfriend or is married."

"Only one way to find out then huh?" Wiggling her eyebrows as she made for the front door not waiting for your response.

Following closely behind her as she strutted her way over, and you just kept cursing to yourself. Your nerves getting the better of you the closer you got. Wanting to just turn around and go back in your house to hide. Telling yourself he was going to be creeped out by the two of you, and not want anything to do with you.

Stepping on his driveway as you both stood behind him hearing your footsteps turning around to face the both of you. He looked a little surprised how swiftly you both approached him, but at least he smiled.

"Hi there you must be the new neighbor." She spoke first as you just stood almost behind her.

"How could you tell?" He sarcastically spoke looking as the movers carried boxes into the house.

"Just a hunch." She flirted as she stepped a little closer to him. His eyes focused on her as he would glance at you every once in a while. "I love you car by the way."

"Best purchase I've made." He turned to the shiny sports car that probably cost more than your house.

"Well I love these types of cars." Batting her eyelashes at him knowing she was already going to make her move. Given the fact that he clearly had money was an even bigger bonus for her.

Squinting your eyes as the sun started shining in your face, but that still didn't stop you from staring at him. Focusing on his massive arms as they bulged through his shirt. He was a very fit man, and you could only imagine what he looked like without a shirt.

"You must be the neighbor across from me." Of course he thought she was the one who lived there since he was interested in her.

"Actually I don't live here." She shook her head as a hand grabbed you toward her pull you closer. "But my beautiful friend here does."

"Hi." You waved awkwardly as he smiled so widely he showed off his straight whitened teeth.

"You must be the beautiful friend." Crossing his arms across his chest as his attention was on you now. "Oh the names Chris Evans should probably have said that."

"I'm Y/N and this is my friend Y/F/N." Introducing yourself his eyes not leaving yours.

"Well it's nice to meet you both." Coughing subtly as he realized he was just staring at you.

"The pleasure is all ours." Hearing as she deepened her voice. Trying to hold in the giggle that was bubbling in your throat.

"We're having a pool party tonight if you'd like to come." Your friend blurted at as you snapped your head to her.

"You have a pool?" He sounded excited and all you could do was just nod your head unable to find your voice.

"Oh yeah she has pool parties all the time." She continued on and you just turned to glare at her. "They are always a blast."

"She does look like a wild one." He winked at you feeling your cheeks starting to burn from embarrassment.

"I am not." You chuckled looking as innocent as you possibly could. He'd figure out real quick how shy and timid you exactly were.

"Oh yeah trust me Chris she's an animal." Placing an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in flush against her. "She loves her pool parties."

"Can't say no to a pool party." He smirked already feeling himself getting hard at the thought of you in a bikini. "Any excuse to take these clothes off."

You weren't sure if he was just making those kinds of comments on accident, or if he was blatantly saying those things to get you all flustered. Either way he seemed like a guy that wasn't shy when it came to anything. He was definitely making you nervous.

"It'll start around eight you can just come in through the fenced gate the door will be unlocked." Not stuttering as she clearly made up this party at the last second. "You can bring your own food or liquor if you want."

"Yeah I might just have to make an appearance." Smiling as he glanced back at you as you returned the gesture then looking down at your feet.

"Okay then we'll see you tonight hopefully." Both of you started slowly walking backwards as you waved goodbye.

"What the fuck was that?" You grumbled as you both turned around heading back to your house. Chris still standing there looking as you walked away.

"What?" Looking at you with an innocent look damn well knowing what she was up to.

"A pool party?" You questioned her wondering how you were gonna be able to put together a pool party at last minute. "What happened to going out tonight?"

"Well fuck that we're having a pool party now." Stepping back into your house as you slammed your door shut. "So I'll gather a list of people to call and you just get the pool ready."

"I don't really feel like hosting a party tonight." Groaning at the thought of having tons of people in your house and then having to clean up.

"Oh babe you won't be hosting this party I will." She stated as you just raised an eyebrow at her. "You just need to focus on getting it in with the hot new neighbor."

"I'm not just gonna have sex with someone that I just met." You protested and she just rolled her eyes at you. "No matter how good looking he is."

"Drink enough and you will." She winked as she started going through her phone finding people to invite.

"I'm not that type of girl." You argued back not backing down.

"You need some good dick in your life." Stating her case as she gave you a certain look. "You'd be surprised what good sex will do to you."

"Then why don't you just have sex with him?" You joked but in all reality you started to feel a little jealous as you said that out loud.

"Please bitch I already get good dick you need it more than me." Unsure if you should be offended at her choice of words or thankful she was letting you have him. "Either way it's too late it's already been done."

It wasn't enough for her on pushing you to go out tonight, but now she had invited your incredibly attractive new neighbor to a last minute pool party at your house. Thank god she was your best friend otherwise you'd be super pissed at her. At least she was trying to help you find someone even if it was just a fling.

"Alright I'm gonna head to the liquor store, and bring you one of my bathing suits." Grabbing her purse as she got out her car keys.

"I already have a bathing suit." You defended.

"Yeah nothing sexy enough." She shook her head as she scrunched her nose.

"What do you mean not sexy enough?" Placing your hands on your hips as you glared at her offended. "You want me to just go nude?"

"Now there's an idea." Placing a finger under her chin as she seriously thought about it.

"I'm joking." Belting out a laugh as she saw the horror written across your face. "Okay bye bitch I'll be back later."

Shutting the door behind you as you stood there not knowing what to do now. Well looks like you were having a pool party at your house that your best friend made up, and your hot new neighbor Chris might be coming. This wasn't going to end badly at all.

#chris Evans #chris Evans smut #chris Evans imagines #Chris evans x reader #Chris evans x female reader #Chris Evans imagine #Chris Evans fanfiction #Chris Evans fic #chris Evans series #fic rec #Chris Evans fiction

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts Pt.4 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT2, PT3, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Fem reader x Chris sturniolo, Evan alert💀, kinda cute at the end? I don’t know what else tbf)

A/n: I wanted this part to be slightly more longer and substantial so grab tissues and a punching bag and all aboard the emotional rollercoaster xoxo (thought I’d add the other parts up here in the parts in case anybody new wants to access part 1,2 and 3 easier)

It was Evan.

“Come here.” He whispers to me, I swallow before walking up to him, fear overcoming me. “I thought you went outside.” I speak quietly, looking down at my feet.

“Shit y/n you can’t even look at me? What about everything we went through?” He says slowly and clearly. I scoff, “what?” He demands as he grits his teeth. “Nothing, what do you want?” I mumble. “You and Chris, what’s going on there huh?” He blinks at me, I look at him finally and feel shivers go through my body.

“Nothing.” I speak quietly with a tremble in my voice. I can’t help but be utterly terrified of him, he switches up so quickly and after what he did I can’t trust him. “What? I can’t hear you? Speak up y/n.” Those words ring through my head, the same words he spoke that night. “Nothing.” I repeat louder, in a more wobbly voice.

My eyes glaze over as those words replay through my mind bringing back memories of what happened and what could’ve happened. “No need to yell sweetheart.” He stated, smirking at me.

I go to walk away but he grips my wrist and lifts it up to him, “it’s rude to walk away from someone when they’re talking to you.” He spoke through his gritted teeth, the vein in his forehead reddening and I feel tears drip down my cheeks.

“There is something going on because why was he so close to you?” He pulls me closer so I’m inches away from him and can feel his cold breath fanning over my face, “sorry for not making him stand on the other side of the hallway” I say sarcastically.

“I could just fucking..” his grip tightens on my wrist before we are interrupted by someone. “Is there a problem here?” Mr Rockwell tilts his head and Evan lets my wrist go.

“No sir.” He smiles with his chest puffed out, “maybe you should be on your way, your grades need improving.” Mr Rockwell does a sarcastic smile and Evan just walks away, Mr Rockwell’s smile drops and his face switches to concern.

“Was he bothering you?” He speaks lowly, I nod and wipe the tears out my eyes. “If you need to talk I’ll be in my classroom, I’ll forget that you left your detention early with that Sturniolo boy.” I smile, feeling relieved. “Thank you.” I speak breathily. Mr Rockwell offers to escort me to my next class but I don’t want to burden him so I head to my next class alone.

Chris’ POV

I sit in English literature, feeling happy about my conversation with y/n this morning. “Chris.” My teacher says, I bring my focus to her and hum in confusion, “can you answer the question?” I look to the board and shake my head, “sorry Miss, you know I’m shit at reading.” I laugh awkwardly. Her face stiffens.

“Language!” She raises her voice and points at the door. “Wait out there I’ll have to talk to you about your continued use of inappropriate language.” I hear kids in my class snickering and whispering, I roll my eyes and slip out my seat and wait outside the door.

I look at the colourful board on the wall to distract myself. I hear voices coming down the hallway but I don’t take my focus off the board, “yeah and she started crying bro..” Evan laughs, his friend Michael scoffs, “it’s her fault she was talking back. What a..” his eyes dart to me and he stops speaking.

I look over to them, I have a feeling I know who they’re talking about. “Oh shit.” Evan laughs, “someone’s been bad?” He teases and his friend chuckles, my brows knit together.

“High school bad boy I think, don’t you Michael?” Evan mimicked, “keep walking Evan.” I say monotonously. “I’m terrified honestly,” Evan jokes, “I had a run in with your little girlfriend this morning.” My heart drops and I turn to them. “She’s not my girlfriend, how many times do I have to repeat myself?” I said.

Evan laughs “I don’t care, do you know what she said to me Chris? She said she didn’t like you that way!” My jaw tightens, I know he’s lying. “You’re not a good liar.” I speak slowly.

“Fine, what really happened is she was scared of me and cried,” he fake pouted “I would say she’s a bit of a drama queen isn’t that true?” He looks to his friend who’s laughing and nodding. She had every right to be scared after what he tried to do.

“She’s dramatic as fuck and honestly, I wouldn’t date her Chris, she won’t do anything with you, she’s a pussy.” He spits, I curl my hands into a fist as I walk up to Evan and go to swing for him before my classroom door opens and my teacher walks out. “Gentlemen, return to class.” She says to them.

Evan cracks his neck before smirking and walking away, Michael following after him like a little dog. “Care to explain Mr Sturniolo?” She questions me. “They were talking shit about this girl that I kinda have something with but it’s not something at the same time. They were talking about her like she was just an object. How can they do that?” I ask, feeling sadness wash over me.

My teacher nods her head, “that’s a pattern with society these days, just go back inside.” She sighs. “Oh, okay.” I don’t argue and walk back into the class. “Thank you” I whisper as she passes me.

Y/n’s POV

It’s lunchtime and as per usual I go and sit in the library on my own. I don’t have many friends as most the girls are bitches who constantly shit talk the others when they aren’t there, and I’ve had problems with a few of them.

High school is hard.

I pull out the granola bar I picked up this morning and start to eat it, reading the math book I picked off the shelf to study for the test. “Thought I’d find you in here,” a familiar voice, my head jolts up and I smile when I see Chris infront of me. “You okay?” He asks me with concern and takes the seat opposite me.

“Yeah of course I am.” I lie while holding my false smile, he tilts his head and shakes it slightly. “No you’re not.” He pulls his chair in closer as I sigh and discard the granola bar into my bag. “I uh,” he leans forward on the table to me “I heard that you and Evan had a ‘run in’ or something.” He downplays the worry in his voice but it’s still evident on his face.

“Oh yeah, that was nothing.” I shrug it off before closing the book in front of me and directing my attention fully to Chris. “I bumped into him and Michael in the hallway, it didn’t seem like nothing the way he was talking about it.” He turns the books to face him so he can read it. Michael, that must be Evan’s friend’s name.

“I really don’t want to talk about it, please?” I look up at him and his eyebrows are knitted together as he try’s to read the title of the book. He lifts his head up and nods reassuringly “This is that Algae-bra shit isn’t it?” He asks, smiling softly. “Algebra Chris.” I correct him and laugh. “See I knew I could make you smile.” He leans back in his chair and takes in the surroundings.

“So what exactly do you do in a library?” He looks at all of the bookcases. “Reading, studying obviously.” I scoff and smirk as Chris scratches the back of his head awkwardly, “oh yeah.. I knew that.” He trails off looking at the delicate designs on the ceiling.

“How did they paint that without it dripping down onto them?” He asks, I roll my eyes and laugh, “probably used a towel? I don’t know Chris,” he looks back at me and grins “why are you asking me stupid questions?” I pondered as I continued to laugh. He shrugs and joins in laughing.

We continue to laugh and joke for a good 5 minutes before the library assistant hobbles over to us and Shushes us loudly causing Chris to swing his head around to face her. “Be quiet.” She spoke sternly and in a loudened voice. “Says you.” Chris talks back and I lean over the table and hit his arm. He turns back to me and mimes, “what she..” And I shake my head trying to hold in a laugh.

“Out.” She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at Chris. “Me?” He asks in a tone of disbelief. She nods and looks at me. “You can stay but next time be quieter.” Chris slowly walks to the doors and motions his hand for me to come with him. I roll my eyes and pack up my bag, placing the book on the shelf and quickly walking to the doors.

“I can’t believe you just got kicked out of a library.” I say shocked. He smiles “maybe the old hag needs to let kids have fun, because if I’m being honest we weren’t even loud, she spoke louder than we laughed. Like come on.” He chuckles and I let out a breath, “it’s a library Chris what do you expect?”

“I’ve never been in a library properly y/n, how am I supposed to know?” He turns to me and raises his hands in a confused motion. “That I can believe.” I muttered under my breath. “What did you say?” He asks me, squinting his eyes, “I said you should know the rules of a library.” I lie before smirking.

“Okay sure you did.”

We turn the corner and theres a clock on the wall so I check the time. 10 minutes left of lunch break. “What do you wanna do?” He asks me, taking me out of my daydream. “Well I don’t know, what do you have this next period?” I look up at him as he bites his lip thinking. “I think we have science.” He nods.

“Ugh I forgot about that, I hate that teacher she’s horrible.” I complain. “Let’s just skip it then.” Chris suggests. I turn my head to him and widen my eyes, “we will get in trouble Chris.” He rolls his neck, “come on it’s only the last lesson, and wouldn’t you want me to take you out for some lunch?” He smiles at me, “because half a granola bar doesn’t seem so substantial.” He adds on.

“Fine, but I don’t have any money on me.” I say, he stops walking and leans down to me, “I said I’ll take you out for lunch, so I’m paying.” He didn’t give me an option to try and pay him back.

“Okay thank you.” We start walking down the hallway.

“I knew you weren’t just friends! Spending lunch together as-well? Come on Chris don’t lie to us we’re your friends.” Evan shouts from down the hallway and I look to see him, Nate, Michael and Matt. Matt sticks out from them as he is quiet and sweet and doesn’t dress like a complete douche. “Fuck outta here Evan, Matt and Nate are my friends, you two just follow us around like little lost puppies.” Evan looks around for them to defend him but all I see is Matt chuckling to himself. “I’ll see you at home Matt.” Chris waves them off and I smile at Matt as he waves back.

“You should’ve denied it, they’re gonna take that and run with it.” I whispered, “I’m taking you out for lunch, let them do what they want.” He grins and we walk out the door into the cold Boston air.

“What about your skateboard?” I remember, “I’ll just get it tomorrow morning, I can walk to school.” He assures me, “so what food do you like?” I look up at him and shrug, still feeling nervous since I’m skipping a lesson.

“You good?” He asks me, placing his hand on my shoulder before removing it shortly after, I nod “yeah sorry I’m just worried that I’ll get in trouble.”

“I’ve done this enough times to know that they really don’t care.” He try’s to comfort me with his words but instead I laugh, “you’re a bad influence Chris.” He scoffs as if I offended him and puts his hand on his heart.

“Your words hurt y/n.” He says trying to contain his smile, “shut up.” I joke. “Remember who’s taking you on a date right now hm?”

“Since when is it a date?” I ask raising one eyebrow.

“Since I remembered I needed to take you on one.”

A/n: this part was an emotional rollercoaster. Raise your hand if u hate Evan 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ I hope u liked this part, the next one should be.. interesting😉. Mr Rockwell rare W?

Taglist: @blahbel668 @mattsleftnipple03 @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @hysteria-things @sturniologurl4l2008 @jakevwebber @braindead4l @mattybearnard @st7rnioioss @junnniiieee07 @cind2224 @annelouise321 @sturniolosmind

—💋——📷——‼️——💌———❤️———💌——‼️——📷——💋—

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #sturniolos #smut #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Facetime

Masterlist

Summary: You and Dean facetime whenever he goes on a hunt, but things go south when he and Sam are miles away

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader 

Rating: R for language, violence

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: language, blood, violence, torture, hostage situation, implied nudity, injured reader, mind control, starts off fluffy but gets real dark real quick, reader is a fan of Chris Evans

Author’s Note: This is loosely based on a dream I had and I know this gif is Dean looking at a coffee maker, but if you squint the coffee maker looks like a laptop :) Also, I don’t usually use capital letters (intentionally, but for no particular reason) but I thought I’d see how my writing looks with capital letters.

gif source

���Dean I don’t think your mic’s working,” You furrowed your brows in frustration, trying to tell him you couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

“Yeah it was off, that makes sense,” He laughed lightly. You smiled, happy to hear his voice and see his face. Sam and Dean had been on this hunt for nearly four days at this point and you missed your boyfriend so much it was driving you crazy. 

You weren’t much of a hunter; you preferred to keep a safe distance and help with research, instead of picking up a machete and chopping up vampires. Dean knew you preferred to stay home and he was happy with you being out of the line of fire. He’d hate himself if he let you get hurt on a hunt, you were his everything.

It was hard, though. You lived in the bunker but you still didn’t spend as much time with Dean as you would’ve liked to. You wanted to be with him each night instead of falling asleep to either his music playing on vinyl or his voice over the phone if you were lucky enough to be in the same time zone. Most of the time you’d go days without hearing his voice. 

That was until Sam had the brilliant (but blatantly obvious, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t come up with it) idea of you and Dean facetiming while doing research for the case; as opposed to just texting each other important details. 

“So, what’re you hunting?” You asked. Your laptop was set up next to your phone which is what you were calling Dean from. You were seated in the library and eager to help however you could. 

“Sam’s thinking a god,” Dean sighed. “He’s out getting the food.”

“And you’re doing the research?” You laughed. 

“Well, I wanted to talk with you, and see that beautiful face of yours,” He smirked. “Sammy can do the actual research when he gets back, should be soon.”

“I miss you,” You smiled, he did the same.

“I miss you, too, hun. How’re you doing? Cas is gonna get back home tomorrow morning so you won’t have the whole bunker to yourself for much longer.”

“It’s really lonely,” You laughed wryly. “As an introvert, I swore never to say this, but I kinda wish more people lived here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s... it’s not ideal,” He gave you a sympathetic look. “Y’know there’s a library in town you could go to if you don’t wanna be alone.”

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head over there. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight, I’m really starting to go stir-crazy!” 

“Wanna stay on the phone while you drive over there?” Dean asked hopefully.

“Of course!” You emphasized. “I’m so happy I finally get to talk to you for the first time today! I’m just gonna change into something more presentable real quick.”

“It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and you’re going to a public library; who are you thinking you might run into?” He teased lightly.

“Hey if I go not looking my best and Chris Evans just happens to be there I would kick myself!” You replied honestly. “Gimme a second.” You put the phone on your dresser and faced it away from where you would be changing.

“Y/n, I’ve seen you naked, you can change in front of me!” He sighed dramatically when you didn’t respond right away. “C’mon, I miss you!”

“You only get to see these boobs when you hurry up, finish that case, and get your ass back here!” You called out to him as you got dressed.

“That’s no fair,” Dean whined. You finished getting dressed pretty quickly and grabbed your phone off your dresser and your purse off your desk before you left the room.

“Okay I’m heading out now,” You smiled at your phone as you walked up to the entrance of the bunker.

“Which car are you taking?” Dean asked. 

“Mine; it’s parked outside, not in the garage. why?”

“Just wanna know you’ll be safe getting there. A lot of the cars in the garage tend to break down at random,” He replied. You hopped into your car and set your phone on the stand that was attached to the front window. 

“Ah, shit,” You winced suddenly, your hands now pressed against your temples. “De, something’s wrong-” You croaked out. Your head felt like it was going to explode as your vision began getting blurry. 

“Y/n? Y/n, talk to me! What’s happening,” Dean exclaimed, his voice ripe with panic. 

The pounding in your head suddenly stopped as your vision went black and you passed out. 

Your head was throbbing as you woke up. You tried bringing your hands to your head but then realized you were tied to a chair. You then also realized you were wearing nothing but a bra and your boy-short panties. 

“What the fuck,” You mumbled to yourself. You tightened your fists and pulled against the restraints.

“It’s no use, y/n,” A voice behind you announced. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. who knows, you might even die here.”

**

“Y/n? Y/n!” Dean exclaimed. He was completely panicking as he watched your car door open and someone pull you out of the driver’s seat. 

“Dean Winchester!” The man picked up the cell phone and showed Dean his face; complete with hideous black eyes. “Looks like I now have the thing you care about most,” The demon laughed. 

“You son of a bitch,” Dean screamed. “You hurt her and I swear I will-”

“What? What’re you gonna do Dean? Kill me? You don’t know where I’m taking her and I’m dumping this meat suit before you get the chance to figure out this guy’s name. No, you can’t do anything, Dean. You are completely and utterly powerless. I have the bitch you seem to love so much, and there’s nothing you can do.”

“What do you want?” Dean seethed through gritted teeth. He slammed his fist on the table next to him. “What do you fucking want?”

“To watch you suffer,” The demon smirked then hung up.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean screamed. He grabbed the chair he was sitting on and threw it to the side in frustration.

“Dean, what the hell?” Sam exclaimed. He had walked in right as the chair hit the wall. “I take a little too long getting the burgers and you start breaking the furniture?” He laughed lightly. 

“Y/n,” Dean shouted. “A demon has y/n!”

“What the fuck? How? When?” Sam’s eyes widened.

“Just now, we- we were facetiming and she was gonna go to the library- and she- it just took her Sam- I-” Tears welled in Dean's eyes as he looked at his younger brother with desperation. 

**

“What do you want from me?” You asked the demon. He was now kneeling in front of you as he toyed with your hair. 

“Nothing, sweetheart,” He smiled wickedly. “You see, you are very important to Dean Winchester; I hate Dean Winchester. I want him to suffer. Having you locked up in here is the easiest way to torture him. He’ll find you eventually, I’m sure, but you’ll be so broken and beaten you won’t ever be the same. You’ll never be his cheerful y/n again. You’ll be worn down by what I'm going to do to you, you’re not going to want to be anywhere near him. And that will break his heart beyond repair - that will be the ultimate torture. I'll be known as the demon who destroyed Dean Winchester’s will to live.”

“You’re wrong,” You whispered. “Dean cares about me, sure, but losing me isn’t gonna break him, you idiot! He'll be over me within a few months then he will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb.”

“Maybe,” The demon shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see how long it takes him to get over you.” He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and plunged it into your thigh. You screamed in pain as tears streamed down your face. You looked down at the blood now dripping down your thigh then looked back up.

“D-Dean?” You whispered. “Wh-What’s going on?” Your head was spinning as you tried to focus on the man in front of you. “Dean! Dean, you found me?”

“Yeah, hun, it’s me,” The demon held your face with his hands. 

“H-Help me out of here,” You quivered, confused as to why Dean was so calm. He shook his head, smiled, then gripped the knife and twisted it. “Y-You’re not Dean!”

“Of course I am, y/n! And I'm so happy I finally get to show you how I really feel about you,” He smiled. He took the knife out and pressed it against your left breast. “You know I never really cared much about you, you’re just an easy lay.”

“You’re not Dean,” You closed your eyes tightly. “Dean loves me.”

“Awe, that’s really sweet y/n, but of course I'm Dean! And I wouldn’t say I love you, more like I love having my own pathetic fucktoy handy at all times,” He patted your cheek. “I mean, let’s face it; all we do when I'm not hunting is have sex! Why else would I want you living with me?”

“That’s- That’s not true!” You whispered, more to yourself than to the monster posing as the love of your life. “We have movie nights, we bake pie, we have dinner together, we-”

“Do we?” He touched your temple with two fingers. “Dean never did any of that with you.”

“Y-You never did any of that with me,” You mumbled.

**

“Days, Sam! It's been days!” Dean shouted. “Y/n is still with that fucking demon!”

“I know it’s been days, Dean but you need to sleep. Just four hours; recharge and come back with a clear head.”

“Do you think y/n is able to sleep? Or have a second of peace or quiet! She is being tortured by a demon, because of me!”

“Cas will be back with some information in a few hours, until then you should sleep,” Sam suggested. “Look, we’ve done all we can for right now, you’re no use to y/n if you’re too tired to function!”

Before Dean could protest, his phone rang and he answered; “Hello?”

“Dean Winchester,” the voice replied.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“I’m the demon that’s got y/n,” He replied. Dean could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I swear to God I will find you and-”

“And you’ll kill me, blah, blah, blah; you’ve said that before. I'm just calling to let you know you can have her back. I'll text you the address.” The demon hung up.

“What-” Dean brought his phone down, confused. “That was the demon, he said he’s texting me the address where y/n is,” He told Sam.

“What? That makes no sense?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t lying,” Dean held up his phone and showed Sam the text. 

“It’s definitely a trap, right?”

“Doesn't matter, let's go; we can meet Cas there.”

“Dean, that's at least a six-hour drive; let me drive so you can sleep,” Sam offered. Dean was ridiculously tired and he knew he wasn’t at his full strength so he decided to take a nap on the way.

**

“Y/n! Oh my god!” Dean exclaimed when he walked into the dark warehouse and saw you tied to the chair.

“Sam?” You breathed out. “Cas?” You smiled slightly, barely lifting your head. 

“Hey- Hey hun,” Dean crouched down and held your face.

“What, now you’re all sweet?” You scoffed, then looked past him and up at his younger brother. “Sam, please help me! Dean, he- he did this to me.”

“What? No! No, no, I would never! I love you," Dean stuttered, not taking his eyes off you. He untied your right hand and you punched the side of his head, which caused him to fall to the side. 

“Cas! Please! You guys have to believe me!”

“It's okay, you’re safe now,” Cas came up to you. He put two fingers on your forehead and healed you. “We’re gonna take you home, okay?”

“Okay,” You replied as the angel untied you. Sam looked around for your clothes and, surprisingly, found them off to the side and folded neatly. Cas helped you up as Sam handed you your jeans and shirt, and you happily put them on. Dean was standing up at this point, but he just stood there; silent tears falling as he looked at you. 

“Y/n- Hun, please- please tell me you know this wasn’t me!” He whispered, you looked over at him. “Please you- you know it was a demon!”

“Oh and where is this demon now, Dean?” You asked flatly, Dean stayed silent. “You know, I fucking trusted you!” Tears escaped your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You continued, gritting your teeth in anger, “I hate you.” 

“Let’s get you home,” Sam interrupted, he knew Dean didn’t do this and he needed to figure out how to make you know too. You nodded and followed Castiel out the door, Sam followed you and, after a moment, Dean did too.

Cas opened the back door for you while Sam opened the passenger door. 

“Sam, can you drive?” You asked him quietly. “Please? I know you don’t believe me about Dean, but I don't trust him; please don’t let him drive.”

“Sweetheart, I-” Dean started, overhearing what you said to Sam.

“Don’t you dare call me that,” You hissed and pointed your finger at him with anger. You turned back to Sam, “If it was up to me, I’d say cuff him; but at least don’t let him be the fucking driver!” With that, you hopped in the back seat, Cas doing the same after you.

Dean took the demon cuffs out of his back pocket and handed them to Sam before holding his hands behind him.

“Seriously?” Sam scoffed.

“I want her to feel safe,” Dean replied. “Well, as safe as she can feel while I'm still in proximity.” Sam nodded and cuffed his older brother before they both got into the car; Sam in the driver’s seat.

**

“You really don’t believe me?” You practically screamed. You were all back at the bunker and Sam was refusing to lock Dean up in the dungeon.

“It's not that I don’t believe you-”

“Then do something!”

“Sam, Dean, can I talk to you?” Cas asked and the three went around the corner, you huffed to yourself and sat at the war room table. “There’s something really wrong with y/n.”

“Yeah, Cas, we can tell,” Dean replied.

“No, I mean, really wrong! When I healed her at the warehouse, I could feel something pushing back.”

“What do you think that means?” Sam asked.

“I think we need to call Crowley. He’s had a soft spot for y/n for a while now, maybe he’ll know what’s wrong.”

“Yeah, great! Let another demon get their hands on her,” Dean scoffed sarcastically.

“Crowley isn’t just ‘another demon’ Dean; he might be able to reverse whatever’s happened here!” Castiel retorted. 

“Fine, fine we’ll give him a call,” Dean sighed. The three of them walked back around the corner but you weren’t sitting at the table anymore. “Y/n?” Dean called out, beginning to panic.

Sam rushed outside while Dean checked your bedroom and Cas checked the garage.

“Y/n, what’re you doing?” Dean asked. You frantically threw clothes into your duffle and didn’t answer him. “Sweet- Uh, sorry- y/n please,” Dean stumbled over his words.

“I’m leaving Dean, and I never want to see you again!” You exclaimed and tried to brush past him. He gently gripped your forearm to pull you back and your demeanor changed. “Please, please don’t hurt me,” You whispered; tears welled in your eyes as Dean’s widened. He let go of you and put his hands up, backing away.

“No, no I- I’m not going to hurt you, y/n, I wanna help you,” He said calmly. “We all do. Please, don’t go.”

“Why are you being so sweet now, I don’t understand,” You let the tears fall. “Is it just cause of Sam and Cas? Is that it? You’d like to take out your knife and get back to work but you don’t want your baby brother and your best friend to see you torturing me?”

“I- I don’t know what to say, y/n,” He replied, also letting tears fall. “I swear that was not me!”

“Right, right it was a demon,” You scoffed. “Seriously, Dean? The least you could do is own up to what you did, for fuck’s sake! But I guess I should’ve seen this coming, huh?”

“What’re you talking about?”

“You only ever cared about my body, Dean! Was just a matter of time before you got bored and used what Alastair taught you!”

“What? Y/n we’ve known each other for ten years, we’ve only been dating the last two! We didn’t even sleep together the first four months because we wanted to take it slow; do you not remember any of this?”

“Does this actually work on people?” You laughed. “You fake a few tears, look at them with lost puppy eyes, and try to make them believe such ridiculous lies?”

“Y/n!” Castiel called out from behind you. He had checked the garage and when he didn’t see you there he decided to check the kitchen and then head over to your bedroom.

“Castiel, please get me out of here!” You hurried to his side. “Dean won’t let me leave!”

“No- I-” Dean tried to protest but then just shook his head in defeat, not wanting to make things worse.

“We have a working theory going about what happened,” Cas lied to you. “We think Dean may have been possessed before, and the demon that possessed him may still be looking for you. You should stay here in the bunker where it’s safe, okay?”

“Okay, Cas, I trust you,” You clung to his arm, still terrified of Dean. 

“Dean, why don’t you get Sam and meet me in the dungeon in a few minutes,” Cas asked him. “Y/n, you can stay in your room until we know more.”

**

It took Crowley a couple of days to figure out what the demon did but once he did, he called Dean and was summoned to the bunker.

“It’s a hex bag,” He said before his trademark, “Hello, boys.”

“A hex bag? Where?” Sam asked. “She’s changed clothes, we’re nowhere near the warehouse-”

“According to Frank-” 

“Frank? The demon’s name is Frank?” Dean scoffed.

“Yes,” Crowley rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Frank said he carved it into her thigh.”

“Good Lord,” Sam muttered. 

“How do we get it out?” Dean asked Crowley. “We can’t just cut back into her!”

“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Crowley replied.

“No! She’s already terrified we can’t-”

“I can put her to sleep,” Castiel suggested. “She shouldn’t feel a thing.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” Crowley walked out of the dungeon and over to your room.

“What’s he doing here?” You glared at Dean when the four men entered your bedroom. You had been seated on your couch reading when Crowley knocked and opened the door.

“Dean, maybe you should wait outside,” Sam told him quietly. Dean nodded slightly and backed out of the room.

**

“She’s asking for you,” Sam smiled a little, walking into the library to find Dean downing another glass of whiskey.

“Seriously!? She wants to see me?” He practically jumped out of the chair and then hurried to your room. He took a deep breath and opened your door.

You were at the edge of your bed with one knee tucked against you. When Dean entered, you looked at him with tear-stained eyes and let a quiet sob leave your lips. 

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered. “De, I’m so, so sorry!”

“No, no, no it’s- none of this is your fault,” He hurried to your side but hesitated to wrap his arms around you. “Can I… Can I hug you? Please?”

“Of course,” You replied and wrapped your arms around him when he held you. “I love you so much, Dean, I’m so sorry I believed the demon.”

“It’s not your fault, it was a hex bag,” He kissed the crown of your head. “You didn’t have a choice.”

“I know, but I should’ve been able to snap out of it!” You protested. “I mean, these hands,” You took his left hand and held it, kissing his palm gently. “I love these hands, how could I have believed that they, that you hurt me?” You kissed his hand again then looked up at him. “I’m sorry, for what I said.”

“It’s okay,” He kissed your forehead. “I’m just glad you’re okay, that you’re back.” The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while before Dean asked you, “How are you feeling?”

“Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Fucking terrible,” You replied, squeezing Dean tighter. “I keep getting these like flashbacks about what the demon did, and in a lot of the memories the demon still looks like you.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, that sounds awful!”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I'll be okay though, I’ve got you.”

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff #dean winchester comfort #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst #by mind empty just fictional people #by jean

[mittenwonders]

Resharing this gem so all you Chris Evans fans who are drooling over pics nonstop and thanking her specifically…..YOU are supporting this. Do people really just forget shit like that??? You’re sick if you’re supporting her and resharing her IG shit and giving her all the praise in the world. I literally want to throw up.

She publicly supported her best friend, Danny Masterson- a convicted rapist, and testified on HIS behalf in court. She continues to give support. She harassed one of the Jane Doe victims to try to get her to drop her case. She even introduced a Jane Doe victim to him! It’s all in LEGAL, public court documents you can find with one Google search.

Y’all dare call out Chris for being associated to a n*zi and racist fat shamer but in the next breath praise a rapist sympathizer just because she put him in some tight shirts and pants. Like I can’t even fucking look at those pics just knowing what he was funding that whole time while those poor women were physically and psychologically abused. No he didn’t know about it but rehashing these pics around & giving her praise is not the justice you think it is. This is sooooo much worst than Abba in every way. It is making me hate him for not even parting ways from her and distancing himself now at this moment. Such a feminist right? 🙄

Forget the fish face for a moment, he’s attached to a real life fucking rapist supporter!!! She’s everything that is wrong with victim shaming & blindly supporting her because she dressed your favorite is a slap in the face to every victim of sexual assault. Sexual assault can happen to anyone in the categories Abba represents. It covers ALL women and men of every background. Rape is not a game. It is not a cute story. It is no fake narrative. It is not attention seeking. It changes your entire life in every possible way and makes you want to crumble up and die every single day. Do you see how fucked up this is??? You have all the other proof in the world abba is PR. Don’t bring up or mention this bitch to prove a point that’s not even needed. Do better Cevans fans. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

This thing with Abba is fake as hell. But regardless if you think it’s PR or real, the stylist lady you’re all praising like God is as real as it gets and this is what hurts more. 💔😔 But whatever. As long as he looks good I guess. Which is so fucking superficial and shallow.

Sincerely, a sexual assault victim who still hasn’t fully recovered 10 years later.

#don’t be a hypocrite yourself #pr shitshow #stop praising a terrible human being #dressing people is not life changing work #morals and integrity over anything else

[gay-jewish-bucky]

all this ao3 discourse is reminding me of a few things

that a month or so ago i was "exposed as a groomer", why? on a mutual's post that quoted chris evans call the people aggressively opposing the queer rep in lightyear "idiots" someone reacted really angrilly and stated that this was their last straw and they could no longer support him. i pointed their account out in the replies so other people could block them like i had. they took a screenshot of my blog and posted it stating i was a groomer/supported grooming bc i supported queer rep in a kids movie

being very newly out to myself over a decade ago, and reading youtube comments from people claiming that gay people were doing unimaginable shit around children and saying that it was just part of our nature and we were dangerous predators

the first queer book i ever read was Annie on My Mind, a sweet story about two young girls who fall in love, it was the first YA book that portrayed queer characters positively and that is one of the most challenged books in U.S. history (being actually burned at least once), one case even making it to federal court

homophobes think children being aware that queer people exist at all is inherently predatory and that we're all groomers, look more recently at the right wing response to drag queen story hour and the repugnant things said

queer content is not safe, they will come for it under the guise of "protecting the children" and you all need to understand that, this isn't paranoia, this is our reality

as Rabbi Steven Greenberg, an openly gay orthodox rabbi and major advocate for LGBT+ acceptance in the Jewish community says in “Wrestling with G-d and Men: Homosexuality in the Jewish Tradition”,

“Gay sex life, unlike straight sex life, is never a private matter. When a man and a woman walk hand in hand, it is their love that they make public. When two men walk hand in hand, it is their sex life that they make public… Our words are acts; our privacy is public. This reality stems from the nature of homophobia.”

Update: Election Results posted August 15th at 9:10pm EDT

Tiffany G has NOT been elected to the board

#ao3 #ao3 elections #grooming mention #ask to tag #a03 discourse #pro ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction

[imyourbratzdoll]

If you're not currently doing requests, skip this one darling! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

Stalker!Sweet!Soft!Chris Evans x reader is my request :) Chris is obsessed with the reader and has made himself known that he is stalking her but not really revealing who he is like he has put sticky notes on paper she wrote on reminding her to drink her water and to please eat a quick snack if you don't feel like having anything before you go to work - stuff like that ❤️ (she could work as a writer for magazines or something lol) Chris Evans wouldn't let her ever know that he is the stalker, not when they start talking,not when they start to date nor when they marry, she won't ever know (~according to Evans,yes they will get married! ....she just doesn't know it yet~) He takes pictures of her,he has multiple phones and cameras just in case he looses one or one runs out of storage....he also has a Polaroid camera to stick the pictures into notebooks specifically for you. He also has been trying to manifest you to be at least his friend at some point and has written down his hopes and dreams in the book he uses to map out and manifest you life together! <3

hi! I hope you like it, and I apologise for it being so short!

summary - all he wanted was you and he’d do anything to get what he wants.

warning - stalkers behaviour.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

Chris has never been obsessed with anyone, every female that’s tried to get his attention never succeeded. Not until he saw you wearing that cute little pastel yellow sundress. The way it fits your body perfectly, with a matching ribbon in your hair. It made his mouth water. He had never seen someone so beautiful. So he did the most rational thing he thought of– he stalked you.

He started by finding your name and where you worked. Happy to know you were also in the industry, so it wouldn’t be hard to stalk you. His family and friends knew nothing about his obsession, and they had no clue that he owned multiple electronic devices with photos and videos of you. He purchased a polaroid camera to place those photos in a secret journal.

Chris learnt about manifestation, learnt that he could get everything he wanted just by writing it down, having a clear mind and picturing you in his life. Tucked away under his pillow is his journal, full of his manifestations and polaroids of you. He’s even gone as far as taking slightly inappropriate photos of you and taping them down. 

He’s sent flowers and chocolates to your work, sticking notes with little poems inside, with added side notes reminding you to eat and drink. To take care of yourself and not overwork yourself, he’s managed to sneak into your small office and connect small cameras and tiny bugs. Chris watches you cautiously read his notes, smiling to himself when you don’t throw them away.

Chris nearly had a heart attack when you spoke to him. He was at your favourite coffee shop. Knowing what times you go there and where you sit, Chris was sitting in a secluded corner, mapped out to watch you perfectly. But he didn’t expect you to approach him. The sound of your soft voice entering his ears caused his heart to beat fast.

He looked over, his mouth dropping open at seeing you in a tiny light blue sundress. Drool began to gather as he couldn’t take his eyes off you when you politely asked if you could sit in the spare seat across from him as your usual spot was taken, and the coffee shop was packed. Chris thought he was dreaming, and he had hope that his manifestations were finally working. Of course, he agreed. He wasn’t going to miss his opportunity.

He didn’t stop stalking you when you kept talking, nor did he when you became good friends. Hell, it became worse when you guys became official. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight even if you didn’t know he was there. Chris would follow you, track your phone and even go as far as connecting it to something so he could go through it.

When you moved in, Chris found a hidden spot in the cupboard to hide any evidence he knew you beforehand. Chris felt like he was on cloud nine with everything he dreamt of coming true. 

For Chris, though, the best day was when you said yes to his proposal and then the wedding day. He convinced you to have the wedding immediately as he couldn’t wait any longer. You had to have his last name, or else he’d rip his hair out.

You would never know that this was Chris’s plan all along, and he doesn’t plan on ever letting you go.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#imyourbratzdollasks #imyourbratzdollwork #chris evans imagine #chris evans imagines #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans angst #chris evans blurb #chris evans character #chris evans characters #chris evans drabble #chris evans fan fic #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fandom #chris evans fanfic #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #chris evans one shot #chris evans oneshot #chris evans x fem! reader #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chrisevans #christopher robert evans #dark chris evans

[cevansbaby-dove]

Forgive me? Kind of 18+

After a big fight will Ellie and Chris forgive each other will it break them?

Warnings: Smut!! Make up sex kind of thing. 🤭

I kiss Matty's brown hair and he says. "mommy and daddy fight?" he looks at me with his blue eyes. "yes bud but we're alright" I kiss his head once more and Chris softly knocks.

"Come in" I say knowing it's him. He opens the door and frowns. "Is Matty ok?" I nod and Matty says. "bad daddy!" I look at my son. "No Mathew Christopher Evans! be kind please"

Matty says. "bad daddy bad daddy!!" I stand up and set him on the chair I was in and I say softly. "Daddy isn't bad, Mommy and daddy fight sometimes ok? it's normal, play with the trucks"

I point at them in his hand and he hops off the chair and sits on his rug and makes engine noise and I stand up and Chris frowns even more.

I grab his hand and walk out of Matty's room and turn and face Chris and he sighs. "I didn't mean what I said baby, Forgive me?" I chew on my lip. "Always will Handsome"

"Now about our son" I smile lightly. "he's just three hunny give him time" I reach up and wipe away a tear from chris's eye. "he loves you father...just like I love you"

Chris gives me a smile and I wrap my arms around his neck. "You know....I have heard hate sex Is kinda hot"

Chris wraps his arms around my waist pick me up making me wrap my legs around his torso. "Oh yeah?"

I smile at him and run my hands through his soft hair. "hmm hm" Chris leaves kisses on my neck as he walks to our bedroom I gasp. "Chris what about the kids?!" He sits on the bed after he locks the door. "Matty is playing, ava is sleeping..." he said as he kissed my neck more lightly sucking on my soft skin. "hmm what about...ivy?"

Chris has me look into his eyes and he says. "Do you want me to stop?" I shake my head. "I'm sorry baby please don't" He smiles. "that's what I thought" he quickly takes my shirt off and gives me light kisses on my chest and I slowly grind on him.

Chris's hands slowly grip my hips. "My bad...wife uh?" I smile as he somehow get his shirt off without breaking our kissing session. he lifts me up and turns around making me giggle against his mouth.

he lays me down and says taking his pants off. "how long do you think we have?" I giggle more. "Until one of the kids cry or scream"

Chris smirks. "Oh I think I'm going to make their mommy Scream more then they will"

We make passionate love until Ava starts crying making me say as Chris and I are intertwined in bed. "that's my cue" Chris kisses me and says as he gets out of bed. "You rest, I'll get her" he puts his clothes back on and I st up in bed and grab my stuff and get dressed ya know In case I need to help.

Tags:@cutedisneygrl @bookishtheaterlover7 @katherineswritingsblog @armystay89 @angelbabyyy99 @patzammit

#chris evans x female reader #handsome daddy #chris evans x reader #chris evans rpf #chris evans #Ellie Evans #RPf smut

[chrisevansonly]

Hands Off My Momma! (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: dad! Chris Evans x Momma Evans (Female Reader)

Summary: Everyone at the Middlesex County DA’s office knows Matthew, and I mean everyone, and sadly so do you. He will not leave you alone, no matter what you say do, so what happens when Chris and your daughter stop by your office for lunch? Let’s just say Little Duck is ready to fight for her Momma, whatever it takes

Warnings: slight angst? Matthew is a butthead, protective Arlie and Chris

A/N: This took me way to long to get out so I apologize, I am going to try and get a head start on some of the other long requests, so be on the lookout for those! This is short and bad but happy reading!!

Word Count: 834

The office was unusually quiet today, though you wouldn’t complain considering you’d just finished up your last major case for the next few weeks, so you’d take quiet over the insanity it usually was. The only thing that wasn’t so quiet were the knocks that hit your door, part of you already knew who it was, but you wanted to see if ignoring him would get him to leave 

“There’s my favourite lawyer in the building!”

You rolled your eyes, four seconds away from filing a workplace harassment claim against him. Who’s him you might ask, well that would be Matthew Wheeler, one of the assistant district attorneys that worked at your building 

“What can I do for you Mr.Wheeler?”

He took a seat in front of you, yet your eyes remained on your computer screen, going through a few last minute filings 

“Wow, so formal, I thought we were on a more personal level at this point”

“Nope.”

He hummed drumming his fingers on your desk which by the sixth time made you look at him, your expression one of annoyance 

“Ah there she is, so I was thinking, me and you, lunch?”

You smiled eyes lighting up as you watched him get his hopes up

“Oh, wow really?”

“Yeah really, want to go?”

Putting a hand over your heart, you stared him dead in the eyes, it was honestly quite comical how easily gullible this man was 

“No. I’m married, now go away.”

He scoffed crossing his arms as you once again waved your engagement and wedding band in his face 

“So? That doesn’t deter me.”

“Well, it should.”

You got up grabbing the keys to the copy room since you had some papers waiting for you at the printers, when you walked around your desk, Matthew grabbed your hand tightly in his making you stop 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Just one chance, married or not, one chance, one lunch please.”

You scoffed and before you could say anything you heard little feet running down the hall and all of a sudden Arlie was sending little punches to Matthew’s leg

“Hands off my momma!!” 

You almost wanted to laugh but quickly picked her up shushing her softly as her little fists clenched, her eyes narrowed at the stranger that was bothering her mom

“I was going to say the same thing, but my daughter beat me to it.” 

Matthew rolled his eyes going to leave and Chris stopped him 

“You ever bother my wife again, I don’t care what form, I’ll ruin your life.”

Arlie crossed her arms watching him leave before uttering 

“Stupid meanie head.”

“Arlie Mae…”

She looked at you and smiled innocently 

“Hi momma!”

After laughing you covered her face in kisses before sending a smile to Chris before he pressed his lips to yours

“My knights in shining armour, what are you two doing here?”

“Wanna go for lunch momma?”

You thought about it for a moment 

“You know I am kind of hungry, and you two are my favourite lunch dates…just give me a second to pack up”

You put Arlie down on the ground before pulling Chris in for a hug 

“Thank you for that, I’m going to talk to Michelle about it tomorrow and get him fired”

“Good, I’m glad, you’re welcome honey” 

You packed up some files to take home, stuffing your laptop and any other small knick knacks you needed in your bag, sending a note to your assistant to grab the paperwork at the printers, thankfully it wasn’t super important 

“Momma you ‘weady to go?”

“I am little love, where are we going to eat?”

Arlie took one of your hands while Chris took the other and together you walked out of the building and down to the car, Arlie humming the whole time as she thought about what she was hungry for. Right as you finished buckling her into her car seat she clapped 

“Sushi and stringy noodles!” 

You chuckled, knowing she was talking about the small sushi and yakisoba restaurant you three loved, and if you were being honest, sushi sounded super good right now 

“That sounds perfect my love”

You got into the passenger side of the car, and Chris got in soon after, reaching to take your hand when you were both settled, the car starting up 

“Thank you for the lunch surprise, I love you”

He smiled, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your palm 

“I love you, and I love surprising you, even if I have to threaten someone to do it”

Your laughter filled the car as you began to drive off towards downtown Boston, you were so grateful for this little family of yours, and especially to your spitfire of a little girl. Arlie was just like her daddy in that sense, they’d always protect you no matter what, and just because she was a toddler, didn’t mean she didn’t pack a mean punch.

#little duck au💛🐥 #little duck head cannons🐥💛 #little duck 💛🐥 #momma & arlie mae #momma x arlie mae #momma x little duck 💛🐥 #chris evans & momma evans #chris evans x momma evans #chris evans x little duck💛🐥 #chris evans x arlie mae #chris evans & arlie mae #chris evans x reader #chris evans x wife reader #chris evans x female reader #dad! chris evans #rueswrites #ruesfriends💛

[liecastillo]

Cover Up // Chris Evans

Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol

Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...

Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)

Wordcount: 2.5k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?

A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️

Enjoy!

I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.

“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.

We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.

It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.

Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.

“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.

As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.

I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.

Of course, this was not always the case. No.

It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.

But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).

And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.

I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.

Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.

I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.

“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.

Chris sighed and shrugged.

“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“

Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.

I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…

“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.

With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.

I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.

“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.

“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“

“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.

“I know,“ I replied.

“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.

I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?

I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.

I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.

I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.

Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.

Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.

Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.

Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.

I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…

I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.

While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.

After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.

The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.

My imagination took a strike again.

I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.

I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.

With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.

There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.

Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.

So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.

They were totally useless.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.

And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.

I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.   

How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.

My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.

My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.

The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.

The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.

However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.

I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.

Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.

I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.

Suddenly I got an idea.

I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.

This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.

I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.

And there he was.

Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.

Oh sweet lord.

My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.

I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.

They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.

Damn, I didn’t even realize that.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.

Oh god. Please no.

I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.

“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“

He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.

I sighed and bit my lip.

I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?

I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.

Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.

I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato. 

Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.

Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day. 

For Gucci. 

Which means half-naked Chris.

Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…

I don’t know, what do you guys think?

#chris evans #chrisevansfanfic #chrisevansfanfiction #cevans #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans story #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut

[greenxgloss]

MASTER LIST Taglist form

(i’m 18<3) isfp and don’t have preferred pronouns i’m okay with any Xb

RULES

What I will write: I primarily write Rory Culkin content on this blog at this point though previously having been an even peters account. i try my best to answer all requests that i get, unless they go against things that i write. minors dni. assume its all nsfw

what i won't write: incest, pedophilia, scat play, watersports, race play and I want to stay away from difficult topics as much as I can. reading is an escape for me was I'm sure this is the case with most of you so I try my best to keep away from triggering topics

Evan Peters / AHS

Jimmy Darling A-Z I've been here long before you. Pretend pt1. Pretend final part "And I, You." Scripted PART 1 Juliet. Scotty Doesn't Know Lemons Prom? Dear Tate, Lip Ring Dating Peter Maximoff First Job/ Alex Best Friends With The Evans PT.1 Best Friends With The Evans PT.2 Digested-Human Art blurb Peter on Halloween Rory Monohan NSFW Alphabet First Kiss/ Peter Maximoff Fantasy/ Kyle spencer Hentai/ Tate Langdon Dating Ralph Bohner Confession/ Kit Walker Quiet - Evan Peters Rotten Apple (Kit Walker)

Rory Culkin

Clyde (Electrick Children) Honey To The Bee Playlist (Clyde) (N/A) Chris Kenton (Twelve) Dating Chris Kenton Gabriel (Gabriel) Love Is A Gentle Thing (Gabriel 2014) Dating Gabriel (NSFW)

Charlie Walker (Scream 4) Friends For Now? 7 Minutes (Charlie Walker) Movie Date (Charlie Walker)

Scott Bartlett (lymelife) Picture day (Scott Bartlett) (N/A) we'll Never Have Sex (Scott Bartlett)

Marcus (Swarm) Marcus HCs (swarm)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure) Turn Me On (Mike 5lbs Of Pressure)

MISC

Otis Milburn Eddie Munson Glenn Rhee Colin Shea

REQUESTS: OPEN/CLOSED

#rory culkin #ahs #ahsfx #fanfic #jimmy darling #rory culkin characters #me when rory #spotify #ahs fanfiction #clyde electrick children #evan peters icons #chris evans #evan peters #evan peters edit #evan peters fandom #evan peters smut #jimmy darling fluff #tatelangdon #tate langdon #tate and violet #tate langdon fluff #colin shea #adult world #clipping adam #rory culkin fanfic #rory monahan #rory x reader #ahs roanoke #american horror story coven #masterlist

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 1

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,098

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

Main Masterlist | In Living Color Masterlist

February 2021

The loud slapping of the white thick soled sneakers echoed against the tile floor as Nat rushed into the Pixar building. There wasn’t one person who was surprised to see the flash of the curly headed woman running by, making them all laugh as she kept running while attempting to keep her brown leather tote bag on her shoulder. Nat could see the elevator doors opening, making her yell from across the lobby of the building, “Hold that door!” as she picked up her pace, throwing out a hurried, “Hi Brenda!” to the receptionist on her way by. 

Nat was thankful for someone holding the door open for her as she rushed inside like a tornado, happy to have a moment to catch her breath. But the moment that those doors opened, she was once again on the run down the long hallway to head toward the conference room. Of course out of all the days that she was late, it had to be today. Now that everyone was back after an extended period of working from home thanks to COVID, she had begun to get into a routine yet again, but apparently two weeks hadn’t quite been enough. She could see through the glass doors at the end of the hallway that her co-workers were already seated at the table for their first official daily meeting in person on the Lightyear film they were working on. 

She tried to run even faster, getting to the conference room and trying to rush into the open doorway but quickly found out… the glass door wasn’t open. She felt like a bug on a windshield when she crashed right into it, the door rattling loudly to make sure everybody turned to look at her and wildly laugh as they saw her stumble backwards from the force. An unamused look appeared on her comically expressive face as she yanked open the door and came into the room where she flopped her bag down on the table and practically fell into her chair. 

“Well now we all are well aware that Nat’s here,” she heard Angus, the director, chuckle from where he sat at the head of the table, near the large TV screen. She rolled her eyes playfully as she dug around in her brown leather tote, reaching for her laptop, water bottle, and notepad. 

But next to her, Jamie laughed, leaning back in his seat and responding, “Yeah and so does that door with the imprint of her face on it.” 

“Well someone has to be the fun one around here,” she shrugged, a smirk on her face as she moved her tote bag to the ground ungracefully, and Nat found herself thankful that she had the forethought to actually use her laptop case this morning for its intended purpose, instead of just shoving it into her bag like usual. 

Mark, from where he was sitting across from her, his broad frame outlined by the bright morning light shining in through the floor to ceiling windows. “I didn’t realize that smashing your face into a glass door was fun,” he pointed out unhelpfully.

“How would you know? Have you tried it?” 

Jamie huffed out a laugh, his eyes moving between the two until he finally asked her, “So what’s going to be the convoluted story as to why you’re late?” 

“Oh this is a good one, you guys will like this.” 

“Wait before you get into this, Nat, I want you to meet Chris Evans who’s going to be voicing Buzz for us,” Angus interrupted, his hand moving in the air between Chris and Nat. She hadn’t even realized there was someone else in the room, certainly not an A-list celebrity, practical Disney legend, and a handsome one at that, which most of America would be able to recognize in two seconds flat. “And Chris, this is Natalie Marton, our lead character designer for Buzz.” 

He gave her a kind smile, hands fidgeting in his lap restlessly. “It’s nice to meet you Natalie, your work is incredible,” he greeted, the compliment coming as a surprise to her.

“Thank you, it’s nice to meet you too,” she replied, shooting him a quick smile before she turned back to Mark, James, and Angus – this time also including Chris – with an excited look on her face. “But you might want to buckle up because I’m about to explain why I was late and can’t tell a short story.” 

“Are we going to roll our eyes at the end of this story, Nat?” Mark muttered playfully, earning a soft kick to his shin from Nat.

“Probably, but it actually makes sense when you think about it,” she nearly snorted, straightening up in her seat, her arms waving in the air as she spoke. “So I went outside this morning to grab a package in front of the door but I got locked out of my apartment when I did. My purse, phone and everything else still was inside and so I was trying to figure out what to do. Then I remembered I left the window on the second floor open but I couldn’t reach it so then I saw my neighbors had their patio furniture–”

“Oh no, I already know this is going to end badly,” Jamie groaned, the rest of the group laughing at his words knowingly.

“You don’t know that!” 

Angus chuckled, unable to help himself as he chimed in, “I’m pretty sure we all do but you might as well finish at this point.” 

“Okay so anyway I drug the patio furniture over, climbed up on it and hoisted myself up through the window and I was in. Then I changed my clothes, grabbed my keys and got here,” she told them, smirking as she pulled her water bottle, notebook, and computer out of her bag. “All things considered, I think I made pretty good time.” 

They all couldn’t help but snicker, not even being phased by another story from Nat to start their day before the group began shifting gears to begin the meeting, each employee pulling up their notes and sketches as Angus prepared to start on their agenda. But Nat was a little surprised when a deep voice spoke up from the corner, Chris’ face a bit hesitant as he asked, “I do have a question about this story.” 

But before he could ask, Jamie looked at Chris with a smirk, informing him, “Obviously you’re new here because with Nat, you’ll learn never to ask questions, just go with it and pretend that it’s normal.” 

“Well you already started asking so you might as well finish,” Nat encouraged, waving a hand in the air before she reached back, tucking a few stray curls back behind her ear.

“Okay, so why didn’t you just go ask your landlord to unlock your door for you?” 

“....Oh… I guess that would have been easier, yeah,” she trailed off, a frown on her face before she let out a short laugh, realizing how much easier her day would have started had she just thought that far before springing into action.

“And that’s why we don’t ask questions because what’s logical in our brains is pretty much the opposite for Nat,” Mark chimed in, earning nods from Jamie and Angus, and a look of understanding – and amusement – from Chris. 

“Speaking of Nat’s ideas though, Nat why don’t you show Chris your sketches of the character studies of Buzz? I’d like to get his opinion,” Angus offered, looking at Nat expectantly. 

“Yeah, I think I have them with me actually,” she began, pausing as she dug in her tote bag. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, suddenly aware of the piercing gaze of Chris’ eyes watching her every move as she rifled through empty gum wrappers, various mascaras, too many pairs of sunglasses, and no less than three different wallets before she found the folder containing the sketches. “Oh yeah, here they are.” 

She stood up, shuffling over to Angus to hand over the stack of sketches. She turned quickly, heading back to her seat just as he handed a few over to Chris. It didn’t matter that she’d been in this business for eleven years, handing over a piece of her work that she poured her heart and soul into to be critiqued never seemed to get any easier, especially when she was handing it over to someone who wasn’t even trained in illustration. She knew her sketches were good, she’d been in this role for years and had learned everything she knew from the best in the business, but she was still nervous for his critiques. Chris was a huge part of this movie’s production, and had been since day one. He was the only pick they made for the role of Buzz, Angus and the others unable to see anyone else in the role but Chris. It all revolved around him, and she knew that his voice carried weight, knowing that his critiques would be something she’d have to fully absorb. 

He stared at each page for a long time, his blue eyes wide with something she couldn’t quite name yet. But when he looked up, meeting her eyes, she recognized the shock – and awe – in them. “Wow, these are… incredible,” he breathed, eyes flitting back down to stare at the sketches again. “Just seeing these makes me so excited for this movie. ” 

“Do you think this has enough resemblance to the toy?” She asked curiously, shifting nervously. “We want to make it feel different but still have that same feel.” 

He gave a sheepish look, his cheeks pink as he admitted, “Oh uh, I don’t know that I’m qualified for that. You guys are the experts, not me.” 

The honesty in his eyes as he looked at her made Nat realize that he wasn’t just another one of the celebrities who would make a guest appearance in a meeting, take a short tour, and then be gone by lunchtime never to be seen again. He was obviously engaged in the project, truly valuing their skill and even seeming to be a little bit in awe of it which warmed Nat’s heart. Part of her had been dreading Chris becoming more involved now that they all were back in-person, but all of that seemed laid to rest as she realized that he would be a true creative partner and only make the film better. 

“But just as a consumer, what do you think?” She prodded, tilting her head as she looked at him. 

“Honestly? I think they’re incredible,” he admitted with a shrug, the action unintentionally taking a weight off of Nat’s shoulders. “I also just realized that we’ve never seen the hair before.” 

Angus, Mark, and Jamie all smiled and chuckled at the words, relieved looks on everyone’s faces. Angus cleared his throat, mentioning, “That was what Nat pointed out when we started this too. Nat, you should tell Chris what you said about the hair.” 

“Well I just felt that in this movie we need to see things about Buzz that we didn’t see in Toy Story because this is the real person, not the toy and one of those was his hair. I also felt like it helped to humanize him more,” she recalled, shrugging a bit with a small grin as she watched Chris stare down at the pages, unable to take his eyes off of the sketches – the sketches that she did.

“I love that, it’s such a smart way to help people connect,” Chris praised. “You guys are seriously amazing in what you do. This is all just so incredible to me and I feel so lucky to be part of it.” 

She laughed through the rest of the meeting, unable to help herself from making a few quips in between jotting down some notes of things to change or do later. As the meeting came to a close, Angus told her, “Nat, I’m going to be going over a few things with Chris and then he’s going to start reading some test lines in the booth so you can go with him to work on expression.” 

“Alright, just let me know when you’re ready,” she told the pair before she gathered her belongings and quickly left the room, heading down the hallway to her office. 

It’d been nearly a year since she spent more than a quick few minutes in her office, most of her time since being back in person being spent in meetings or working collectively in the wide spaces throughout the building. But as she looked around her office, she saw the tiny bits and pieces of how life was like prior to the shutdown, from the neatly folded blanket – one she loved – on top of the long couch against the wall, to the now old pictures of her nieces and nephew from years prior, to the picture that surprised her, sitting next to her computer. She’d forgotten entirely about it, and in the midst of the chaos of 2020, had never had the time to switch it out until now. But here she was, a year later, staring as her own face smiled up at her from next to her now ex-fiance, Shane, standing in front of the Seahawks Stadium in Seattle together back in 2018, cheeks red from the winter chill. 

She’d have never known then, three years ago, that it’d all come crashing down on them just as the world began to fall apart. That she’d glance down at her hand, sometimes half-expecting to still see the band around her finger, then suddenly remember that he’d decided to throw it all away. 

With a shake of her head, she flipped the picture frame over, pulling out the years-old, sun-faded picture of them and shoving it, along with the frame, in a random drawer of her desk. She had just closed the drawer when Angus knocked on her open door. He was smiling at her, and just over his shoulder was Chris, standing with his hands in his pockets looking around curiously before he looked at Nat, a sheepish look on his face as he realized she’d been watching him. Once she looked back at Angus, he asked her, “You ready Nat?” 

“Yeah, let me just grab my stuff, hold on,” she told them, spinning around in her chair as she began grabbing various things – a few snacks, her notebook, sketchpad, pencil set, various colored pens, her iPad, water bottle, her work ID, and her wallet, just in case she stopped by the commissary after the session for some lunch.

“Nat, we’re just going to the sound booth, you don’t need to pack for a month in Europe,” Angus muttered playfully as he watched Nat flitter around her desk, piling anything she could in her arms before she tucked the water bottle between her arm and her side. 

“But what if I need something that I forgot? I might as well just bring it now!” 

Angus shook his head, holding the door open as he waited for her. Chris peered around him, his voice quiet but he generously asked, “Can I help carry anything, Natalie?” 

“Are you trying to say it looks like I’m going to drop something?” Nat asked sarcastically as she made her way over to the door, pausing as Chris nodded with a smirk. “Because I definitely am, so if you could grab my water bottle, that’d be great. It’s starting to slip. Oh and that cardigan on the chair right there maybe.” 

“Sure,” Chris answered, grabbing the bottle and gently pulling the cardigan off the chair. “Anything else?” 

“I think I’ve got the rest, but thank you,” she told him sincerely, slowly making her way into the hallway as they headed down the hall. 

“So Chris we’ll just go over to the sound booth and you can practice some lines and listen to them back and Nat will just sketch while you’re doing that and get down some of your facial expressions,” Angus explained to both of them. “I think- oh sorry, hold on.” 

They continued heading towards the elevators as Angus pulled out his ringing phone, glancing at the name and grimacing slightly. 

“Is it important?” Nat asked as they paused in front of the elevators.

“Yeah, I do need to take this call,” Angus sighed apologetically. He glanced between the pair, asking, “Why don’t you two head over to the booth and I’ll meet you over there in just a few minutes?” 

They both easily agreed, stepping into the waiting elevator together and leaving Angus to his phone call. As the elevator began heading towards the ground floor, she glanced at Chris, asking, “So Chris, I’m interested to know what made you want to do Lightyear?” 

“Honestly? Everything,” he chuckled, a wide grin on his face. “I’m a huge Disney and Pixar nerd-” 

“Are you really?” 

“Oh yeah, my family always went to Walt Disney World growing up and still do to be honest, but I just grew up on Disney. I actually wanted to be an animator when I grew up.” 

“Sounds like you might just be trying to brown nose me with that comment,” she laughed, Chris joining in. 

“It might be a little more dignified if I was, but no I seriously wanted to be an animator but turns out I’m shit at drawing so that didn’t go well,” he laughed again, the grimace on his face cluing Nat into his skill level.  “But yeah, I just love everything Disney and I adore all the Toy Story films. My team was so excited to tell me about this opportunity because they knew I’d just be over the moon.” 

“I’m glad you got an opportunity to get to do something like this,” she told him, “Because obviously being Captain America for a decade wasn’t enough.” 

“Honestly I was way more excited for this than I ever was for Cap when I started,” he admitted as they stepped out of the elevator, heading outside to walk across the campus. “I feel like a kid in a candy store here.” 

She couldn’t help herself once they stepped out the front doors, nodding her head towards the building housing the coffee shop, cafeteria, and other amenities for the employees, informing Chris, “Well lucky for you there is a candy store in the commissary.” 

He laughed loudly at her answer, the sound sharp in comparison to the birds chirping around them. “So Natalie, what about you? How long have you been with Pixar?”  He finally asked, looking at her curiously. 

“This is my eleventh year here,” she supplied, meeting his eyes with a smile. “And you can also call me Nat, everyone does.” 

“That’s incredible. How did you ever get started here? I’ve always wondered how people get to this level.” 

“I’ve just always loved art and wanted to do something artistic. I’m kind of the black sheep of my family in that way and my dad was always a dreamer who just encouraged me to follow my heart. He put me in art classes and then I went to art school for college,” she rambled with a shrug. “One of my professors there had a connection to Pixar and got me some interviews and sure enough, I ended up here and have been here ever since.” 

He nodded, listening along enthusiastically and keeping up with her rambles. “I can’t imagine how amazing it must be to come here every day for work,” he said once she’d finally shut up, Nat smiling wistfully at his simple confession. 

“It really is. I feel so lucky to be doing this,” she agreed. Every day of work on these movies felt like a dream, something that could be taken away in a blink of an eye, as if she finally woke up. It’d been over a decade, but that feeling still remained day in and day out. “I basically draw characters for a living and that’s something eight year old Nat wouldn’t believe.” 

“I understand that,” he nodded, truly knowing what that was like with his profession. “So what are some of the other Pixar movies you’ve worked on?” 

“Before Lightyear I worked a little bit on Soul and then before that I was the lead designer for Disgust on Inside Out-” 

“NO!” He interrupted, his voice loud as she led him to the front doors of the recording building. “That’s one of my favorite movies! Disgust is my favorite character, hands down.” 

She laughed, swiping her ID and unlocking the doors. “Well all I can say is you’re welcome,” she told him, just before she thanked him as he opened the door for her and followed her inside.

“Seriously though, my nephews, niece and I watch that together so much. It’s so deep and teaches a lot, but still just has that Disney magic. Disgust is the show stealer though. My niece one day wore a little scarf like Disgust has and called it her sassy scarf.” 

Nat huffed out a laugh, waving to the guards sitting at the desk before she led Chris down a hall, her voice dropping to an appropriate level in the quiet building as she said, “Well you can thank my overstuffed closet for that because I just looked through all my clothes and thought, what would Disgust pick and my brain told me it was that.” 

“I’m glad it did because Disgust is the best character in that movie,” Chris replied, his head practically on a swivel as he looked around the new building while he tried to keep up with her, both verbally and physically.

“Okay now I know you’re trying to brown nose me,” she chuckled quietly, just before she nudged open a door, smiling as she saw Rob inside, sitting at the desk ready for them. 

With an encouraging nod and smile to Chris, Nat headed to sit at the long desk in the middle of the room facing the glass window of the booth. As she began arranging her supplies, thanking Chris as he handed her the water bottle and cardigan, she saw a flash of nervousness cross his face just before he stepped into the booth. He was staring down the microphone, nodding as he listened to Rob’s simple instructions. The man was standing in the doorway to the booth, telling Chris to slip the headphones on before he shut the heavy door.

Rob shot her a slight grimace, the pair knowing the first few run throughs would likely be rough, before he plopped into the chair, waiting as Chris got himself situated and took a sip from the water bottle that was in the booth. Nat pulled out her charcoal pencil, flipping open her sketchbook and started dragging the pencil across the paper, blocking out the shape of his face before the slight squeak of the pencil on the paper echoed as she kept adding in the finer details of his expression and face. 

Chris shook his limbs out slightly before he began speaking, his voice stronger than what she’d come to expect after the last hour they’d spent together. She noted the way he moved his eyebrows as he read the lines on the paper in front of him. He read the iconic “To infinity….” line, then paused as he cringed slightly and looked up, finding Nat’s eyes watching him and asking, “Was that as terrible as I think it was?” 

Rob turned on their microphone inside, allowing Nat to ask, “....How terrible do you think it was?” while biting her lip to hide an amused smile. 

“I think that answers my question.” 

Rob laughed, interrupting their shared smirks as he instructed, “Just do it as many times as you want, Chris. I’ll just record it all and then you can come listen to it.” 

She tilted her head back down, propping her chin up with her hand while she kept working on sketching from observation, studying his face as she drew and Nat couldn’t help but admire what a beautiful face it was. She’d buried herself in her work ever since the break up with Shane a year ago, distracting herself with the piles of drawings to complete before moving onto the next round of edits, and while it served its purpose, she was all too aware of what she didn’t have. And it was all because of her. The few fleeting chances she’d had with anyone since Shane had fizzled out before they moved beyond texting, the guys all uninterested in putting up with her ways. Shane dealt with her in the same way everyone before him had, by smiling and nodding when she needed it and sympathizing on a surface level when it was required, but never truly understanding her. Nat knew she was a lot to handle, not necessarily being the most low-key girl, and she’s long given up on the notion that someone would appreciate her, but at thirty-three years old she became more and more aware that the notion of someone being in love with her was just as unattainable. 

But now she was alone, having fucked up every chance she’d held in the palm of her hand, ruining them one after the other. Her destiny seemed to be set on the loner artist type, despite how much she craved more in life, and who was she to mess with that? She figured it was about time to just make peace with it, instead focusing all her efforts into the wonderful friendships and her family, and Nat knew that she could be okay with that. 

Just because she knew a relationship wasn’t in the cards for her though doesn’t mean she didn’t notice what was around her, and it was pretty impossible not to notice the gorgeous man who stood only a few feet away from her in the sound booth… she was thirty-three, not dead. But Nat chose in her mind to leave it at that, knowing that they’d be working together quite a bit more, and instead redirected her brain to the work in front of her as she kept sketching. 

She sat in that same chair, diligently working for the rest of the morning as she listened to Chris running over the lines time and time again, Angus giving pointers along the way before he was eventually let out of the padded booth. Nat just kept to herself as they went over notes from the session, just letting her charcoal pencil keep scraping across the fibers of the paper until she heard her voice being called. 

“Nat, are you ready to go?” 

“Hmm?” She hummed, looking up to find Angus and Chris staring at her expectantly. “Oh yeah, let me just grab my stuff,” she hurriedly replied, a slight blush warming her cheeks as she shoved her things together, hastily standing up.

Once Nat had begun gathering her things, Angus turned to Chris and asked, “So Chris, you’re planning on coming to the dailies right?” 

“Yeah, I have a few weeks before I have to do anything for The Gray Man, that Russo Brothers movie I was telling you about, so I’m planning on coming until then,” she heard Chris’ booming voice answer, a smile evidently on his face as he paused and chuckled. “I’m pretty sure this is going to be my favorite project ever.” 

“Well we’ll be glad to have you anytime that you can come.” 

“I’ll plan on seeing you tomorrow,” Chris told him, and he turned to look at Nat with a small smirk once she was finished collecting her things, his expression amused as she came to a stop in front of the men. “And Nat, it was very nice to meet you. You certainly know how to make a first impression.” 

“Oh crashing into the door? Honestly you’re not even the only person I’ve met that way,” she laughed back, rolling her eyes playfully as she shifted the heavy load in her arms. 

His shoulders slouched and a small frown settled on his lips, Chris’ eyes bright as he sighed, “Damn, I thought I was a little bit special.” 

“Just wait until she spills something on you or breaks something of yours, then you’ll be in the special circle,” Angus laughed as he squeezed Chris’ shoulder gently and began leading the pair towards the door.

They parted ways at the front door of the recording building, Chris heading towards the parking structures to leave, Angus leaving to go to a meeting elsewhere on campus, while Nat headed back to her office. Her walk back was much lonelier than the walk to the studio with Chris had been, but soon she was thrown into a flurry of work, keeping her mind distracted for the rest of the day.

She’d just left work, merging onto the 405 to head back to her apartment in San Fernando, just as a call from her older sister, Alex, came through on her Bluetooth. With a sigh as she rolled to a stop as she hit the sea of bumper-to-bumper traffic, Nat answered the call. 

Alex didn’t even let Nat get in a greeting before she asked her younger sister, “Hey, do you have a minute?” 

“Yeah I’m just leaving work and traffic fucking sucks so I’ve got nothing to do,” she laughed, only slightly bitterly. But she straightened up, remembering that today had been momentous for Alex and her family back home in Kirkland and belatedly asked, “How was Carson’s first day of preschool?” 

“Oh he loved it, I swear he didn’t want to come home, I’ll send you some pictures later,” her sister chuckled, the sound comforting to Nat as she slowly rolled the car forwards before coming to a complete stop again. “I actually had another reason for calling though.” 

She smirked, leaning back in her seat comfortably as she got settled for a long drive home. “Because you love me?” Nat asked her sister sarcastically.

“Obviously that’s not the reason,” Alex laughed back. “Okay seriously though, I had to call you because Zach just showed me on his instagram that Shane posted that he got engaged.” 

“Engaged?” Nat asked, her brows furrowed as she paused, her brain practically short-circuiting. “Wait, Shane got engaged? Like, today?” 

“Apparently,” Alex answered, and Nat’s heart dropped at the confirmation. It didn't hurt any less that she was – essentially – the one who’d broken up with him, but regardless, she’d lost a relationship she valued, and the man she’d thought was it for her. “I guess it’s some European girl he met over there.” 

“Well he certainly didn’t waste any time moving on,” Nat muttered. As much as it hurt, she almost wasn’t surprised. She knew that Shane would move on, easily finding someone else he’d commit to in a way he never would with her, but it only reinforced in her mind that she was the problem in relationships. 

“I know, I couldn’t believe it. I wish I hadn’t already blocked him so that I could block him again.” She could hear the annoyance in her sister’s voice. 

“Yeah.” 

“Nattie, are you okay?” Nat sighed, her lip jutting out as she moved the car forwards a bit. She hated how Alex could always read her feelings so easily. “I didn’t mean to upset you by telling you this, but I felt like you needed to know.” 

“No, I’m glad you told me,” she said, her voice even in an attempt to display faux-casualness. “I guess it just hurts that we were together for five years and he wouldn’t even talk about getting married, but then he meets some girl and in less than a year he’s engaged. I always thought he just didn’t want to get married, but I guess he just didn’t want to get married to me,” she shrugged, her voice quiet. And it was just another case of proof that, no matter how much time she spent with someone, it’d all be for nothing. Someone else would eventually come along, someone they’d realize was far better and easier to put up with than herself, and she’d be left alone, just like how she’d been left every time. 

“Oh Nattie, no. Don’t go down that road. Shane and you just didn’t work out and that’s fine. You can officially wash your hands of him and be done with that,” she heard Alex’s firm voice, trying to prevent her little sister from spiraling down an emotional hole. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” Nat was glad that nobody could see the way she was rubbing her hands over her face before staring mindlessly at the miles of traffic in front of her. 

She was hoping that Alex would change the subject, just letting the subject that was full of sadness drop, but Nat wasn’t in the mood for her next question, “Have you been able to meet anyone lately?” 

“Honestly Alex, I don’t know if I will,” she surprised herself by the even tone in her voice, knowing that this was a sore subject for her but something she was beginning to make peace with. “I’m not trying to be dramatic or whatever, I just don’t think that’s really in the cards for me and I’m okay with that.” 

“You never know what might happen, Nat. Something may pop up when you least expect it,” Alex tried to encourage her, but it fell on deaf ears. 

“We’ll see,” Nat muttered, before changing the subject, not wanting to linger on the subject any further and instead asking, “So how is everyone? How’s dad?” 

“Dad’s been obsessed with those two chickens he got last week. You know how many pictures he’s sent in the group text? Well at least you only get that, he printed us out pictures and gave them to us,” Alex muttered with a laugh in her voice, Nat being able to picture the way she was rolling her eyes right about now. For their entire life, Nat had a special bond, the two of them being more of a creative and dreamer personality which had provided some interesting decisions in the eyes of the other two Marton daughters, the most recent being their dad’s obsession with his new chickens. 

“Well Matilda and Erwin are part of the family now, you can’t exclude them!” The joyful tone that was normally found in Nat’s voice appeared once again as she argued. 

“I should have known you’d be on dad’s side,” her sister muttered playfully but then told Nat that, “He’s really excited to come see you soon. He printed out his plane ticket and keeps it on the fridge so he can see it everyday.” 

“I can’t wait to see him,” a wistfulness was in her voice, wanting nothing more than a hug from her family right now. “I really miss you guys.” 

“We miss you too Nattie, but we’ll see you when you facetime in for our monopoly game tomorrow,” she tried to cheer her up before telling Nat that, “I need to go pick up Carson from preschool but I’ll talk to you later. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

Once the call had ended, Nat adjusted her body in the seat of her car, inching along the road through the traffic feeling a heavy weight on her. She knew that her and Shane were long over, but hearing how quickly he had moved on told her that it wasn’t that he didn’t want to commit, he just didn’t want to commit to her. The pain of that reinforced the realization she’d recently had that she just wasn’t the type of girl to be in a relationship. 

Before she could think any farther, a ding interrupted her thoughts, making her reach over and grab her phone off of the passenger seat. Once she came to a stop in the traffic again, she looked at the screen to see a text from Angus reading, ‘Chris texted me and wanted to pass along another thank you for all your help today, and for making him feel so welcome. He really appreciated it.’ She blushed at the text, straightening up as she realized how much not only Chris, but Mark, Jamie, Angus, and every other person working on this project valued her. And she realized that as long as her coworkers were in her corner, supporting her through each and every day, she’d have a place she belonged, a safe place to come back to. She may not have her person, but she had her people.

A/N: WE could not WAIT to share Nat with you guys! We've been working on her for a little over two months now and have really enjoyed getting to take our time and make sure the chapters are great.... and you guys, they're so good. We really could not be happier with how things have shaken out and cannot wait for the NEXT chapter on 12/1!

#in living color #chris evans story #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x ofc #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans x original female character #original female character #chris evans ff #chris evans #chris evans writing #writing #real person fiction #rpf #chris evan fanfiction #real person fanfiction #ofc #real life chris evans #pixar au #chris evans x female reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x smut #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #original content #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #female reader

[eva-knits12]

The Hate and Death Threats Are Uncalled For

Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide. If you are feeling suicidal, please dial 988 or 911 immediately!

DISCLAIMER: If you believe that Chris Evan's "marriage" is PR, then fine. I know it's PR, it's fake, there's a contract involved. If you believe it's real, then fine. I have nothing against you if you believe it's real. I disagree. I think we can find some common ground here.

PR contracts aren't a new thing in Hollywood. They've been around since the beginning of Hollywood, and they'll keep coming out with PR contracts. PR contracts were a way to cover up a star's sexual orientation, which is where fake marriages come into play here. They were legal up until 1965. Liberace was gay. So was Rock Hudson. Katherine Hepburn was a closeted lesbian. All of them were in PR marriages, and under PR contracts. So, this isn't the first time we've had a PR contract, and it's not going to be the last PR contract. They'll still exist even after Chris and the porn troll break up.

A few bloggers on here have been getting hate asks, and death threats. I refuse to name this person, and I refuse to give her the space on my blog. She doesn't deserve the space on my blog, and she doesn't deserve to live in my head rent-free.

There are bloggers wishing death upon Chris. Wishing that he'd drown, kill himself, etc. That's uncalled for! If I didn't like Chris, I wouldn't wish death upon him. That speaks volumes about your character.

These same bloggers have sent hate asks to several people, and have even accused certain bloggers of switching sides. I'm #Team Chris. I haven't changed my stance that this is PR. I was team PR until all of this hate, all of these DM's and all of the bullying started to intensify. Like I said, if you believe that this marriage is real, then fine. As I have stated before, I disagree. I'm still adult enough to let you have your beliefs, and guess what? That's okay! All I want is for Chris to be happy.

Chris looks miserable right now. There's no life in his soul, no life or light in his eyes, he's lost so much weight due to stress. There is little holding him together at this point. This is beyond guilt. He's in this contract, and it's deeper than we think.

This PR stunt will end when it's supposed to end. Chris and the porn troll will break up at some point, and it's not up to us to put out articles because it's not going on OUR timeline. Only two people know when this will end.

Telling someone to off themselves, wish they'd unalive themselves, and even making death threats is uncalled for. There are kids that have committed suicide because they were told to off themselves. There are people sitting in jail on murder charges because they have told a person to do this. You can be arrested for this!

The police can build a case easily because posts on IG, tumblr, facebook, e-mails and texts are time stamped. So, it doesn't take a detective to build a case.

I have lost two people in my life to suicide, and it never gets any easier.

All this hate right now is just uncalled for. I don't care what side you're on, I think both team PR and team real are unhinged. Both sides keep attacking each other over their own personal beliefs, and when someone walks away, or even interacts with someone from the other side, we're accused of switching sides. If you switch sides, fine. I have nothing against you if you do.

I'm Team Chris. There's still good in the man, and we just want to see him happy. He is still a decent human being underneath all this.

"Be excellent to each other."-Bill and Ted

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#chris evans #team chris #ted talk #bill and ted