#chris evans quarantine

[royallyprincesslilly]

Re-reading Quarantine *cause obviously after someone else brought it up* Any thoughts about where they are a few years later? Still holds up btw.

Aww. Yayyy a reread. 😁😁😁😁😁🥰

I think about QALS (Quarantine: A Love Story) at least once a day and have thought about a sequel but have not thought too much about content.

As for where they are? 🤔

Still married.

More and more in love.

Still mainly living in Boston.

Chris being super protective of her and their relationship when it comes to the press.

They've added a set of twins 11 months after the birth of their first baby girl Saphira 🙃

They have become a voice for shining some light on the struggles women of color face with pregnancy and childbirth and have been vocal about her experiences in hopes of making a change

Chris has done some acting but doesn't like being away for too long because he genuinely loves being a husband and father of 3 so he's been focusing on writing and venturing into directing and more producing.

Every year they go back to the beach house and reminisce about how it all started and how they haven't slowed down at all 😏 if ya' know what I mean.

Whenever they see "Big Dick" Charles Chris no longer feels insecure but he is of course salty because he remembers his caller ID and her favorite thing to do is tease him about it.🤣🤣

Scott is so happy that they got together and honestly doesn't know why it didn't happen sooner. Though when he sees the swing at the beach house he does get salty. 🙃

When her web comic about how her and Chris fell in love blows up she skyrockets to fame within the literary world, winning her a contract to create content.

Chris is her biggest fan.

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Just a little peek into their lives.

Thank you so much for still rockin' with me. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 I'm grateful.

#ask lee #lee answers #quarantine: a love story fic #happily ever after #chris evans fanfiction

[shitouttabuck]

oh my god nina!!! 8 for the bedsharing prompts if it takes your fancy <33

thank you sweet peach this scratched an itch !!!

bed-sharing prompts: whispering “Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up.”

Eddie’s not old—he’s not even 30, despite the near-constant jokes about his senior citizen-isms he seems incapable of shaking. And he wouldn’t even say he’s a man of creature comforts. He just likes familiarity, and routine, and his own goddamn bed.

Quarantine has brought a lot of change: being away from Chris, living in a single-occupancy apartment with three other people, and sharing a bed with all six-foot-two of Evan Buckley.

Currently, this means waking up at some wretched hour and squinting in the moonlight filtering in through half-open blinds, because the aforementioned best friend has stolen Eddie’s pillow from right under his head yet again.

Eddie groans quietly, easing his neck out of the crick it’s cramped in. He glares at the enormous lump snoring serenely beside him and pats the mattress blindly for his pillow. Eyes adjusting to the dark, he’s greeted by the same sight he’s woken to at ungodly hours thrice this month already: Buck with his gigantic thieving arms wrapped happily around Eddie’s goddamn pillow as he clutches it to his chest, dead to the world.

“Fuck’s sake,” Eddie mutters, reaching out and tugging the end of the pillowcase to no avail. Buck’s vice-grip doesn’t falter even in sleep. Eddie’s usually able to coax it out of his grasp without waking him, but it takes a minute, and their last shift had been a full-body workout from hell, and Eddie just wants to go the fuck back to sleep with a single measly pillow supporting his exhausted head. Surely that’s not too decadent a luxury to expect.

He tugs again, harder and meaner than he normally would. The pillow inches out of Buck’s hold, and Eddie grabs a firmer handful to yank it away, grunting triumphantly when it pops free.

“Hrmmph,” Buck grumbles, crease appearing between his eyebrows. Eddie stills, holding his breath as he gauges Buck’s proximity to consciousness. He thinks he’s in the clear, but then Buck murmurs unhappily and rolls ever-so-slightly towards Eddie.

“S’your turn to be th’ li’l spoon,” he slurs, and Eddie freezes even further. “’M th’ big spoon t’night.” He pats half-heartedly at the mattress between him and Eddie, jaw going slack again after a few seconds.

Eddie grins, just barely containing the snort that bubbles up at Buck’s sleep-talking. There’s enough distance from Ali and even Abby, post-train debacle, that means he can wring weeks’ worth of teasing out of this. Whichever one of them it is Buck’s dreaming of, Eddie thinks multiple nights of interrupted sleep allow him a little good-natured—if merciless—ribbing.

He shifts onto his back, shoving the pillow under his head and shutting his eyes with a sigh, but the movement has Buck mumbling again. His face is mashed into his own pillow, words barely intelligible when he says, “Y’re littler than me. C’mon, lemme be big spoon.”

The snort sneaks out of Eddie then, just a bit. He barely knew either woman, but he can’t quite picture them indulging Buck in this line of conversation. It’s—sweet, if deeply mortifying for Buck himself to know anyone else has heard it.

Buck snuffles discontentedly, forehead scrunching as he reaches out in search of the pillow, still asleep.

“Oh, you are going to be very embarrassed when you wake up,” Eddie whispers, wondering if there’s more entertainment about to be provided and if it’s worth getting up to unplug his phone and catch the tail end of this on video.

“Urgh,” asleep-Buck responds, patting the bed a little more insistently when he’s unsuccessful in his pillow-retrieval endeavours. “Wh’re—c’mere. Eddie. Y’re li’l spoon.”

This time when Eddie freezes, it’s such a sudden locking of every joint in his body that his neck cricks in the opposite direction. He barely feels it, singularly focused on Buck’s latest garbled complaint, because—is Buck awake? Is Buck dreaming about him?

He’s frozen so still he doesn’t realise Buck’s questing hand is now well in range of Eddie himself, and he jolts back into his body when Buck’s strong, calloused fingers wrap around his wrist.

“C’me back,” he whines, tugging at Eddie while shuffling closer at the same time. Eddie holds himself carefully still, hardly daring to breathe as Buck slowly but surely plasters his long, long body along Eddie’s side, hitching one leg over Eddie’s thigh before flinging an arm across his torso and dragging him nearer.

“Mm,” he hums, brow smoothing out. His cheek rests on Eddie’s shoulder, face smushed but seemingly satisfied. Eddie’s arm is trapped between his own side and Buck’s stomach, and he worms it under Buck’s body almost on autopilot, more to get comfortable than anything else. This leaves him basically cradling Buck to him, and Buck gives one final happy grunt before burrowing his face into Eddie’s neck and going limp, a dead weight over Eddie’s right side.

Eddie makes his fingers relax where they’re clutching the back of Buck’s t-shirt. This is—fine. Normal and fine. So Buck isn’t dreaming about cuddling an ex-girlfriend, he’s dreaming about holding Eddie. They’ve been living out of each other’s pockets more than usual recently, leaning on each other a little heavier through a global pandemic and missing Christopher. Eddie’s told himself it’s because of constant proximity, and maybe it is, but whatever the reason, if Buck’s subconscious is embracing that vulnerability in this way, that’s fine. He’s an affectionate guy, and while it’s relatively new for Eddie to be on the receiving end of that from another man, he’s not one to shy away because of someone else’s archaic ideas of masculinity.

And—hold on. Y’re littler than me? Was that what Buck said? Eddie huffs indignantly, and then huffs again for different reasons, feeling his cheeks heat. He doesn’t know why, but he pulls Buck a little closer.

It’s still normal and fine, he finds, turning his head to press his nose into Buck’s curls. That surprises him a little, that there’s no freak-out of any kind accompanying—whatever this is. Buck smells like vanilla, because he used Chim’s fancy shampoo that’s actually Maddie’s fancy shampoo because both of them are missing her something fierce, and he’s definitely drooling onto Eddie’s neck, and now that he’s not sleep-talking he’s back to snoring like a motorcycle, and Eddie’s slipping under before he can marvel any more at just how normal and fine it all is.

When the moonlight is swapped for sunlight, Eddie stirs to Chim singing along to radio in the kitchen downstairs. Buck blinks awake right alongside him, cheek imprinted with creases from Eddie’s collar and turning pink as he hastily peels himself away.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he says, voice rough with sleep. He contorts his body in surprise trying to roll off Eddie’s arm. “Did I—sorry, Eds.”

Eddie works his arm back under Buck, easy and deliberate. “S’fine,” he yawns. “It was my turn to be the little spoon.”

In his peripheral vision, Buck turns a brilliant red, and Eddie gives him a reassuring squeeze before taking great joy in telling him just how embarrassed he should be about the contents of his dreams.

(Buck’s mortification is blessedly short-lived, since the contents of Eddie’s dreams are equally embarrassing in the very exact same way, as it turns out.)

#911 fic #buddie fic #wrote this then had GRUELLING therapy so now posting this and legally u have to be nice. please #i have missed writing silly stuff i know it’s just been a few weeks but this was so fun thank u sami it’s exactly what i needed! #911 #buddie #nina writes #ok running on three hours sleep and a therapy hangover and a regular hangover so. posting and snoozing xoxo #bed sharing prompts #mine

[munstysmind]

BIRTHDAY CAKE - CHRIS EVANS

WARNING/S: Implied smut, Chris being adorable… that needs a warning, right??

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A loud crash comes from the kitchen, ripping you from your sleep. As soon as your brain registers its sudden return to consciousness, you groan loudly in protest and rub your eyes before reaching over to get phone from the bedside table and check the time.

It's just after ten.

You let out another groan as you stretch your entire body out before relaxing back into your boyfriend's king-sized bed.

You came back to Boston with him at the start of quarantine. Both of you were out of work with the film, and basically every other nonessential, industry being shut down so there was no real reason you had to stay in LA.

That was three months ago now and honestly, you both love living together. So much so that last week he asked you if you wanted to make it permanent. Of course, you'd said yes. The two of you had just slotted into each other's routines and quirks so seamlessly it was like you'd been living together for years. Your two-year relationship has never been stronger.

You're pulled out of your thoughts by another loud crash.

"Damn it" you hear him say, sounding extremely frustrated.

"What the hell is he doing?" you say to yourself as you get up and throw on his shirt from yesterday before heading out to see what all the commotion was about.

Pressing your lips together, you hold back a laugh as you lean against the door frame and take in the sight in front of you.

The kitchen is a complete disaster. Flour is everywhere. The floor, the counter... Chris.

Lord knows what he's trying to do.

"What happened in here?" you ask, causing him to jump and quickly try to hide what he's doing behind his back.

"I thought you were asleep" he says, brushing away the flour from the front of his shirt.

"I was"

"Fuck... I woke you up, didn't I?"

"Yeah"

"I'm sorry"

"It's OK. What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

"Then why are you trying to hide baking supplies behind you?"

"Well... it's your birthday"

"Go on"

"I'm trying to bake you a birthday cake"

"Chris...

"I don't remember it being this hard when I helped Ma as a kid"

"That's because Mama Evans is an amazing baker and did all the work while simultaneously making you think you were helping"

You make your way over to him and brush the flour he's somehow managed to get in his hair before sitting on the bench opposite him.

"You, my love, are a man of many talents but cooking and baking isn't really one of them" you tell him as you rest your arms on his shoulders and play with the hair at the back of his neck.

"I make a mean pesto egg, everyone loves them" he says, wearing the cute pout you love.

"They are an exception"

"I should have just got a box mix, I know I can't fuck that up"

"You went to all this effort just for me, you have no idea how much that means"

"We're stuck in lockdown and your family's on the other side of the country. I just... I wanted to make your day special"

"You make all my days special" you tell him quietly as a smile spreads across your face. You've never met anyone as loving as him. You don't know what you did to deserve him in your life, but you thank whatever greater power is responsible every single day that he is.

"I wanted today to be extra special. It's not every day that you turn thirty" he says with a shit eating grin that makes you roll your eyes.

"Urghhh, don't remind me"

"Hey, how to you think I feel, I'm the big four zero next year"

"I thought we were talking about me"

"We are, I was just saying"

"I can help, with the cake"

"Nope, it's your day".

"Is that so?"

"Yes"

"So does that mean I get to do whatever I want?"

"Yep"

"Then, I'm going to remove my boyfriend's shirt in the middle of the kitchen so he doesn't make a mess on the way to the bedroom".

"And why am I going to the bedroom exactly?"

"Because it's my birthday and I want my man to eat me out then rail me into the bed until I can't remember my own name"

"Well, in that case" he says with a smirk as he lifts his arms up like a child, making you laugh before grabbing the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.

You lean forward and kiss his chest as he takes his shirt from you and blindly throws it over his shoulder into the pile of flour on the counter.

He takes your face and kisses you, hard, before sliding his hands down your back to your hips and pulling you close, your chests flush with each other.

You let out a quiet moan as he starts pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, wrapping your legs around his waist when he sinks his teeth into your skin before tracing it with his tongue to soothe the sting.

He knows exactly what to do to make you come undone in 0.5 seconds.

"Fuck, Chris" you gasp, threading you fingers into his hair as he sucks a bruise onto your flesh. You pull his hair, bringing his face back to yours and kissing him.

He pulls away with a grin, making you whimper and follow him, trying to lock lips again.

With a chuckle he puts his hands under your thighs and lifts you off the bench, throwing yo over his shoulder.

"Chris!" you squeal as he starts heading towards the bedroom, Dodger following right behind him.

"No Bub. Trust me, you don't want to see what I'm about to do" he tells your fur baby, slapping you ass as if to prove a point, making you squeal again.

It's about to be the best birthday ever...

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[astranva]

Planet Evans Universe Masterlist

Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!

Disclaimer: You can get to enjoy the one shots/blurbs as stand-alones without knowing the background of the universe but for a full experience, check out the tag! Happy reading. x

Planet Evans Universe Tag

Planet Evans Timeline | pe!reader’s Wikipedia Page | pe!reader's Dating History | Social Media tag | Blurbs tag

One Shots

2014

How We Met - In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.

2015

Go on a Date With Me - How Chris asked you out on a date.

First Kiss - Teasing led to your first kiss.

Chris' Birthday - First birthday to celebrate together.

2016

Anxious - Chris didn't know that getting drunk would trigger you.

Scared - Seeing you with your co-star, Andrew Garfield, didn’t just make Chris jealous. it made him scared.

2017

Pregnancy Scare - The one where your period was late.

Graduation - Chris talks about attending pe!reader's graduation on Jimmy Kimmel's.

2018

Get Out of Here - Security didn't believe Chris was your fiance when visiting you on set.

2019

Cheating Rumors - Things looked bad during the Knives Out press tour for Chris.

2020

Glambot - pe!reader and Chris pose for the Oscars' glambot.

Buzzcut - Chris posts a video on Instagram of pe!reader giving him a buzzcut during quarantine.

2021

Getting Ready with Vogue - Vogue posts Chris and y/n y/l/n-evans getting ready for 2021 Oscars.

Actors on Actors - Married and in love, you and Chris do Variety’s Actors on Actors interview together.

2022

Celebrities fangirling over y/n y/l/n for 18 minutes straight - Being one of the most globally famous, a-list actresses meant that you were always the talk of other celebrities and shows, and a fan compiles some of these times in one YouTube video.

Your Comfort - Chris can’t help but feel overprotective over his pregnant wife.

Coffee and Bagel -  Pregnant, you and Chris get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when you almost trip.

Bagel Secured - Chris would do anything to get you your bagel.

Loving on Live - A few months before River’s birth, you and Chris went live on Instagram as you cooked, reminiscing some memories and making the world freak out over watching their favorite couple.

Sexiest Man Alive - In which Chris is 2022’s Sexiest Man Alive, he can’t stop talking about you and your son, and you already know.

Oprah Winfrey Interview - As one of the most famous actresses in the world, fans watch your tell-all interview with Oprah Winfrey which Chris joins.

TikTok - A fan posts a TikTok edit of pe!reader and Chris.

The Kids as Babies

River - In which you gave birth and Chris is an emotional mess.

Clingy - In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.

The Kids as Toddlers

Christmas Bliss - With 4 kids, Christmas is emotional and everything but boring.

Blurbs

Overprotective - pe!reader talks about overprotective!Chris in a Jimmy Fallon interview.

The Grey Man Premiere - Pregnant pe!reader attends The Gray Man premiere.

Morning Baby Bump Cuddles - Dodger likes to cuddle pe!reader’s bump every morning.

Hormones - Chris is understanding to pe!reader’s (lonely) hormones.

Wedding Ring - pe!reader feels a little off about Chris not wearing his wedding ring (early marriage period).

Magic Number - pe!reader has been with less people than Chris and he wishes he'd waited.

FaceTime - After tiring press interviews, Chris can't help but sleep during his and pe!reader's facetime and feels bad about it.

Cast Was Great - pe!reader gets asked about her thoughts on The Gray Man in an online interview.

Always Right - When chris gets insecure about pe!reader liking Henry Cavill's mustache.

My Mind & Me - pe!reader in Selena Gomez's documentary.

Do You Love Me? - pe!reader asks Chris if he loves her but he doesn't give her the answer she wants.

Stuck - Chris feels bad about being known for Captain America only and pe!reader assures him.

chris's gifs with dodger. that's the blurb.

Confession - pe!reader admits she didn't know Chris' name when she first met him.

Teenage Crush - James McAvoy finds out that pe!reader had a crush on him when filming atonement for the first time.

Triggered - pe!reader gets triggered by Chris' drinking early on in the relationship.

Full Course Meal - pe!reader knows how to make Chris' bad day better.

Leaked - Chris leaks pictures of himself and pe!reader.

Amy Dune - pe!reader gets asked about Amy Dune as a role model at a press junket.

Shots - River gets his shots a 3 months.

Avatar 2's Dolphin Show - Articles about pe!reader being upset over her movie's press involving animal cruelty.

Rules - Just pe!reader and Chris being flirty on their yacht.

Date Night - pe!reader and Chris have a date night after River is asleep and Chris goes down on his knees for her.

Other Plans - Seeing pe!reader dressed up makes Chris go feral enough to cancel her plans himself.

Cop 'Stache - pe!reader reacts to Chris' 2018 mustache and haircut.

Dior - Dior names a bag after pe!reader.

Butterfly - Chris says why he thinks pe!reader's spirit animal is a butterfly on Jimmy Fallon's.

One and Only - Adele talking about pe!reader at her concert.

Time - pe!reader being flirty with Chris.

Necklace - Chris gets pe!reader a butterfly necklace.

Family Gossip - The family of 6 like a good gossiping session in the kitchen.

Gossip Circle - The men in the family feel left out of pe!reader and B's gossip circle.

That Look - Chris gets confident and cocky when he's jealous.

Jealous - A jealous pe!reader makes an appearance.

Tattoos - People magazine write about Chris' tattoos.

Tiny Mic - pe!reader and Chris react to a tiny mic on the red carpet.

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[tzthrowbacks]

I want Tom to be in the new Knives Out movie so bad. Seem like a movie he would love (remember the Cherub script he was writing during quarantine with Harry?). A role in an ensemble film in order to not put all the pressure on his shoulders. A witty cocky character who may or may not be the killer. Can someone link me up with his agents 🤭

that would be so cool, the knives out movie are fun! i think he would kill it in a role like chris evans' in the first one

he can act so cocky irl, someone need to write a character based on this tom 👉

[gracieryder]

Happy Thursday! I come bearing gifts!

A collection of one-shots by the wonderful @extasiswings as a fic book you can purchase with beautiful cover art from @like-the-rest-of-la. If you're interested, please send me a DM for the link!

This book includes the following Buddie one-shots for your enjoyment:

fire on fire • 6.7k

"You’re sleeping with him.” “I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?” Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful. “But you want to be. Right?” [Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]

With A Little Help From My Friends • 2.9k

“You know…several of us parents get together once, maybe twice a month or so. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I can add you to the email chain.” Not for the first time that day, Eddie’s surprised. It’s not that he’s opposed, more that the invitation is unexpected. He’s not particularly social—when he is it’s with the team or with Buck or with his family, all of them in each other’s houses, in each other’s lives both at work and away from it. Outside of them… It occurs to him that he’s never really known how to make friends. [Or: Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend]

unfold me (tell me you love me) • 2.4k

Eddie follows the sound of running water to the kitchen. He stops in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and spends a moment just watching Buck scrub potatoes in the sink until the other man glances up and notices him. “Hey,” Buck greets. “Chris is reading in his room, I’m just working on dinner. How was the date?” God, I love you, Eddie thinks, and nearly has to bite his tongue to keep it to himself. [Or: Eddie goes on a date and has some realizations about what he really wants.]

for all the perfect things I doubt • 5.2k

Evan Buckley is really good in bed. Sometimes he wishes he wasn’t.

dream of some epiphany • 7.4k

Evan Buckley is lost. It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door. Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name. Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

of men and of angels • 13.5k

For now we see in a mirror, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know fully even as also I was fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12 Eddie Diaz learns a lot as a kid. Boys aren’t soft. Boys don’t cry. Boys don’t kiss boys. As he gets older, he realizes that everything has exceptions. Boys can be soft sometimes. Boys can cry sometimes. And some boys kiss other boys. But Eddie likes kissing girls. And since he likes kissing girls, that’s the end of the story. Isn’t it? [Or: the one with all the repression]

translate the magic (show me) • 8.1k

“I think I might be bad in bed.” Eddie rolls that thought around in his head, trying to decide the best way to respond, weighing the options of what Buck needs to hear versus how to say it. It’s not a conversation he wants to be having, is part of the problem. Thinking about Buck desperately seeking connection through fleeting sexual encounters with strangers already makes him swallow back a wave of petty jealousy and possessiveness. But there’s an added level of insult to injury to the idea that Buck wasn’t even having good sex. Which maybe explains why despite his initial commitment to delicacy and tact, what comes out of Eddie’s mouth is— “You probably were. Bad at it.” Buck’s eyes widen, a strangled noise sounding from his throat. “Don’t pull any punches,” he shoots back as he hunches in the chair and drains the last dregs of his beer. “I didn’t mean it like that.” [Or: the one where Buck has a crisis and Eddie teaches him what good sex really is]

paint me a heaven with your bloodied mouth • 3.3k

Buck. Four letters. One syllable. Eddie knows it’s a nickname. He doesn’t know why Buck picked it or why Buck seems to use it exclusively, but he figures it isn’t really his business. And also that it probably isn’t that deep—all of them use nicknames at work or otherwise in their daily lives. Eddie himself might find it weird if anyone outside of his immediate family suddenly started using his full name regularly after so many years of only rarely hearing it from anyone else. So. Eddie calls Buck Buck. And he doesn’t think anything of it. At least…not at first.

all my atoms • 3.9k

Every atom of me and every atom of you...we'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pin trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams...and when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two. There are three things every child learns about daemons: Don’t ask questions or talk about another person’s daemon—it’s rude. Don’t put too much distance between yourself and your daemon—it’ll hurt. Under no circumstances should you ever touch someone else’s daemon. Simple. Straightforward. Easy to remember, easier to follow. That’s what Eddie thinks of the rules.

half agony, half hope • 4.4k

“My brother does look well tonight, doesn’t he?” Adriana asks, changing the subject as they turn. Her eyes spark with mischief when Buck hums idly in agreement. “Strange that bruise on his neck, though. I can’t imagine how he could have gotten such a thing.” “Perhaps his fencing partner got a bit overzealous,” he offers, despite knowing that won’t be good enough for her to drop it. [Or, after four seasons, the ton remains baffled that no engagement appears forthcoming between Viscount Buckley and the youngest sister of the Duke of Cederhall. But perhaps they should be paying more attention to the viscount and the duke himself...]

safety and home • 3.1k

The thing Eddie remembers most about the shooting isn’t the shot itself, or the pain, or even the fear—it’s the cold. He’s been through enough in his life to know that his subconscious works in weird ways. After Afghanistan he dreamed more directly of burning helicopters and gunfire, blood in his mouth and smoke on his tongue. Shadows and screams and guilt. After the well his dreams were of Christopher, Shannon, waves crashing on a beach. And Buck. Sunlight. This time...this time Eddie dreams of drowning. [For the prompt: "I'll keep you warm."]

light the dynamite • 1.6k

Buck shivers as he thinks back to earlier in the day, at the way Eddie snapped his name like a whip across the radio when he did exactly what Eddie and Bobby both had told him not to do. At the frosty glad to hear it, Firefighter Buckley, when Buck called dispatch back to tell Eddie he was fine if a little bruised. At the way Eddie had called him at the end of the shift, voice low and quiet and commanding, hooking deep beneath Buck’s skin and stealing the breath from his lungs until all he could manage was a rasping acknowledgment before hanging up. It could be seconds, or minutes, or an hour more, but finally the bedroom door clicks open and— “So you do know how to follow instructions,” Eddie says, the edge in his voice not quite sharp enough to cut but a warning nonetheless. “I was wondering.”

show your cards • 2.7k

“What was this tonight?” Buck rasps, his voice rough as sandpaper to his own ears. Eddie’s lips quirk as his eyes flick to somewhere just to the left of Buck’s ear like he can’t respond if he’s looking at Buck outright. “It was dinner, Buck,” he says. “Dinner and a poker game.” And Buck could leave it there. Honestly, he probably should leave it there, leave it alone, let it drop despite the fact that he can practically taste the lie in the air. But he’s too warm and his pulse is so fast that he’s dizzy with it and Eddie is so close that Buck can’t breathe so he can’t help himself— “Eddie.” His voice cracks. Eddie looks back at him, meets his gaze. Slowly, with more than enough time for Buck to move or to stop him, Eddie brings a hand up to curl around Buck’s shoulder, his thumb brushing Buck’s neck in a way that lights up every inch of his skin. “Tonight was whatever you want it to be,” Eddie corrects finally. “No more, no less.”

you make my heart beat • 1.9k

Eddie Diaz knows two things: 1) he's a great nurse; and 2) he does not fall for patients. After spending five months with Evan Buckley...well. Maybe that second one is a little more of an open question.

graveyard whistling (and why things hurt) • 3.2k

“Eddie?” Buck’s hand touches his shoulder and Eddie inhales sharply and comes back to himself. His eyes flick back to the phone—the screen now dimmed and black—then settle on the counter next to it as he swallows hard. “You okay?” Buck asks quietly. “She died today,” Eddie replies. “And I forgot. I forgot that it was today.”

only human, nothing more • 1.9k

It’s stupid maybe, but it feels a little like something happens in that chair. They cut away the softness and leave behind sharp regulation edges and it doesn’t stop Eddie from being afraid, but it...helps. Helps him pretend. Helps him fall into the role of someone who is responsible, someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who— Someone who is in control. (Stupid, maybe. Stupid, definitely, is what he settles on years later when he’s back from war, trapped in his own head and drowning on dry land, because regulation edges make him flinch when he looks in the mirror and he knows no haircut in the world is going to help him fake his way back to normalcy. So he just lets it grow again. It doesn’t matter anyway.) [Or: Eddie introspection through the seasons as explored through haircuts]

It’s 5.5 x 8.5 in. and 319 pages.

Of course, no money is being made off of this collection. Here's the evidence of that:

(For other 9-1-1 fic books, check out @tsoanatural's fic book tag here. For "Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint)" by @extasiswings, you can check out my post here.)

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 #playground love: tales from the engine (and beyond) #extasiswings #chapel my darling! <3

[leothil]

wondering if you've read any fics recently. I read this 40k won that had Eddie being mute cause of an accident and that was stunning that was great and then I read this one called A Date To Remember which I really liked as well.

Hi anon, I most definitely have! Excellent choice on your part to read @rewritetheending's silent!Eddie fic! Since you liked that, you can go and choose literally any of her other fics, they will all leave you breathless. In fact, read them all, would be my suggestion. Might I suggest starting with, for example, never felt this way before (yes i swear) the Dirty Dancing AU, if i told my secrets (if you knew the truth) in which Eddie tells Buck he loves him at the very beginning of the fic and they figure out the rest over the course of it, or turned around backwards (it's so much clearer) in which Eddie wakes up Buck in the middle of the night to take a trip down memory lane, while they're staying a night in El Paso during the crossover episode.

Since I'm not sure if you're looking for something specific, I'll throw out a mix of things I've read recently and eternal classics. So:

take you in and make you mine by @try-set-me-on-fire where they both get a little hurt in a fire and Eddie doesn't know what they're waiting for anymore. (4.5k)

in the night we trust by @glorious-spoon where they start sleeping together while quarantining at Buck's and it still takes them years to realize what it all meant to them. (29.2k)

let the world have its way with you by @shitouttabuck where Buck makes a bucket list to help see the joys in life again, and Eddie and Chris help him cross items off it. (54.5k)

and the light on the water gleams ch.4: sweater weather by @buckactuallys where they wear each others clothes and I completely melted over it. The fic is a collection of prompt fills, so you can read every chapter as a standalone story. (1k)

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove where Ana is starting to take up more space in Eddie's life, and Buck wonders why he feels so miserable about it. Makes me lie on the floor and stare at the ceiling. (32.4k)

keep going, keep going come what may by @fcntasmas where Buck is the last man on Earth and keeps seeing visions of his loved ones talking to him. Maybe that sounds weird but I promise it's worth it, it knocks the breath out of me every time. (10.7k)

Like Any Unloved Thing by @hmslusitania, a noir urban fantasy AU where Eddie is a private detective that gets tasked with finding the missing Evan Buckley. Cannot say enough good things about it! (18.1k)

at the right time by @elisela in which Buck is a teacher and has Chris in one of his classes, but also meets Eddie in completely different circumstances and they start dating. Buck isn't allowed to date his student's parent, though, and there is much delicious yearning once they connect the dots. Happy ending, so no worries there. (24.2k)

Hope you like these, and feel free to ask for more recommendations!

#once again pondering if i should start doing fic rec posts #ask frida #anon

[originallandlockedmariner]

2023

Pickleball. Generative AI. Lula takes office in Brazil, Amazon Rainforest throws a party. Prince Harry refusing to stop talking about his frozen penis no matter how many times society begged him to stop. UFOs are real. Viral cat dubbed ‘largest cat anyone has ever seen’ gets adopted. Pee-Wee’s big adventure ends. Musk & X. Turkey-Syria earthquake kills thousands. India surpasses China as ‘country squeezing in the most peeps’. Tucker Carlson ousted. Miss USA and her 30 lbs moon costume. Wildfires in Kelowna and Hawaii. Macron tinkers with retirement age of the French. Paltrow can’t ski. Big Red Boots. Bob Barker leaves us. Alabama mom delivers 2 babies from her 2 uteruses in 2 days. Charles III. Ukrainian counteroffensive against Russian forces as the war drags on. Taylor Swift is Time’s Person of the Year. African ‘coup belt’. Flo-Jo dies in her sleep. Chinese spy balloon shot down. Hollywood writers strike. Human ‘nice mugshot’ Shitstain and his 91 indictments. Highest interest rates in 2 decades. The Bear’s Christmas episode. War in Gaza. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Alex Murdaugh. Ocean Cleanup removes 25 000 lbs of trash from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Vase purchased for $3.99 sells for $100 000 at auction. Barbenheimer. A third of Pakistan is flooded. Lionel Messi is the GOAT. Travis Kelce. The Sphere opens in Las Vegas. Regulators seized Silicon Valley Bank and Signature Bank, resulting in two of the three largest bank failures in U.S. history. “The Woman In Me”. WHO declares COVID ain’t a thing no more. Titan sub sinks, rich people die. Matthew Perry drowns. Dumbledore Dies (again). Massive sales of ‘Fuck Trudeau’ flags for jacked-up micro-dick trucks. Everything Everywhere All At Once. June-August was the hottest three-month period in recorded history across the Earth. Tina Turner dies. And the Beatles release a new song?! Wow… You got big shoes to fill 2024.

Archives for context:

2020

Kobe. Pandemic. Lockdown. Koalas on fire. Harry and Meg retire. Toilet paper hoarding. Alcoholism. Impeach the f*cker. Parasite. Bonnie Henry. Tiger King. Working from home. Sourdough bread. Harvey Weinstein guilty. Zoom overdose. Dip your body in sanitizer. 6 feet. Quarantine. OK Boomer. Home schooling (everyone passes). Murder hornets. Dolly Parton. Don’t hug, kiss or see anybody, especially your family. Chris Evans’ junk. TikTok. Glory holes. Face masks. CERB. West Coast wildfires. Stay home. Small Businesses lose, big box stores win. F*ck Bozos. ‘Dreams’ and cranberry juice. Close yoga studios, but thumbs up to your local gym. Speak moistly to me. George Floyd. BLM. F*ck Trump. Phase 2, 3 and Summer. RBG. Baby Yoda. Biden wins. Bond and Black Panther die. No more lockdown. Back to school and work. Just kidding... giddy up round 2. Giuliani leaks shit from his head. Resurgence of chess. UFOs are real. Restrictions. Dave Grohl admits defeat. Monolith. “F*ck... forgot my mask in the car”. No Christmas shenanigans allowed. Bubbles. Alex Trebek. Use the term ‘dumpster fire’ one too many times. Jupiter and Saturn form 'Christmas Star'. Happy New Year Bitches!!!! 2021... you better not sh*t the bed!!

2021

“We love you, you’re very special”. Failed coup attempt at the Capital. Twitter, FB and IG ban Donny. Hammerin’ Hank goes to the Field of Dreams. Bozo no longer richest man but still a twat. Leachman, Tyson, and Holbrook pass. The economy is worse than expected. Kim and Kanye split. Brood X cicadas. Dre has an aneurysm and nearly has his home broken into. Bridgerton. MyPillow CEO is a douche. Covid restrictions extended indefinitely. Captain Von Trapp dies. Proud Boys officially a Terrorist Organization. Richard Ramirez. Cancer takes Screech. Travel bans. Impeachment trial (again?… oh and this was barely February? WTF??!!) Suez Canal blockage. Myanmar protest. Kong dukes it out with Godzilla, while Raya watches. Olympics. Friends compare elective surgeries. F9. Canada Women’s Soccer Gold. Free Britney. Multiverses. Residential Schools in Canada unearth children’s bodies. Kate is Mare of Easttown. Cuomo resigns. Disney and Dwayne cruise together. Wildfires. Delta variants. Musk passes Bezos. Candyman x 5. Capt. Kirk goes to space. F*ck Kyle Rittenhouse. Astros didn’t win. Squid Game. Goodbye Bond. Dune is redone. Angelina is Eternal. Astroworld deaths. Meta. Omicron. Three Spidermen. Tornados in December? World Juniors cancelled. Pills against Covid. School opening delayed. And Betty White dies. 2022… my expectations are ridiculously low…

2022

Wow… eight billion people. Queen Elizabeth II passes away after ruling the Commonwealth before dirt was invented. The monkeypox. Russia plays the role of global a**hole. Wordle. Mother Nature rocks Afghanistan. Hover bike. Styles spits on Pine. Olivia Newton John, Kristie Alley, and Coolio leave us. Pele was traded to team Heaven. FTX implodes. Madonna and the 3-D model of her vagina. Pig gives his heart to a human. Beijing can brag that it is the first city ever to host both the Summer Olympics and Winter Olympics. Uvalde. $3 trillion Apple. Keith Raniere gets 120 years. The Whisky War ends with Canada and Denmark going halfsies. Mar-a-Lago. Nick Cannon brood hits a dozen. Shinzo Abe is assassinated. Inflation goes through the roof (if you can actually afford to put a roof over your head). Volodymyr Zelensky. European heat wave. Bennifer. Salman Rushdie is stabbed on stage, Dave Chappelle tackled, and Chris Rock is only slapped. Thích Nhất Hạnh. Heidi Klum goes full slug. Cuba knocked out by Ian. Liz Truss and 4.1 Scaramuccis. Taylor Swift breaks Ticketmaster. Human shitstain Elon Musk ignores helping mankind and buys Twitter instead. Riri becomes a mommy. NASA launches Artemis 1. Trump still a whiny little b*tch. Music lost Loretta Lynn, Christine McVie, and Meat Loaf. Democracy died at least three times. Pete Davidson continues to date hottest women on the planet (no one understands how?!) Microplastics in our blood. Alex Jones is a c*nt. So is DeSantis. Argentina wins the World Cup. Meghan and Harry. Eddie Munson rips Metallica in the Upside Down. tWitch. Roe vs Wade is overturned by the micro dick energy of the Supreme Court. CODA. James Corden shows he is a "tiny Cretin of a man". Amber (and the sh*t on the bed) Heard (round the world). Sebastian Bear-McClard proves he’s one of the f*cking dumbest men alive. Latin America's ‘pink tide’. Anti-Semitic rants by Ye. Bob Saget. A verified blue checkmark. Godmother of punk Vivienne dies. And, Tom Cruise feels the need for speed yet again. 2023… whatcha got for us?!? Nothing shocks me anymore.

@daily-esprit-descalier

#me #my words #doodles

[k-evans-reads]

In Living Color

Chapter 2

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: 5,586

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.

Previous | Main Masterlist | In Living Color Masterlist

February 2021

The shrill sound of Chris’ ringtone interrupted the song on the radio as he came to a stop at a red light. He sat up a little straighter when he read the name on his display screen and answered the call with a smile just as the light turned green. “Hey Ma,” he murmured, pulling through the interaction and checking his mirror before he merged into the left lane, just in time to see the Disney Studios sign a few blocks down.  

“Hi honey, are you in the middle of something?” 

“No, I’m just on my way to do some recording, what’s up?” 

“I just was on my way into the theater and wanted to call to see how you were,” Lisa told him, Chris smiling at the simple gesture. “I feel like it’s been a long time since we’ve actually gotten to catch up.” 

“I know, it has been,” he agreed. He’d missed her dearly since he flew out to California earlier in the month, preparing to spend a long time alone with just Dodger at his home here, and with Scott popping over whenever he got bored, until he left for Europe in May. He missed home. He missed waking up to a dusting of snow practically every day, the frigid temperatures almost demanding he stick to his usual rotations of sweaters to keep warm, and most of all, he missed his family. Sure, Scott was here, but it wasn’t the same as hopping in the car and just showing up at his mother's house unannounced, playing with Carly’s kids and hearing all the drama from their elementary and middle school lives, and seeing his sisters. He missed it all. “It’s honestly been such a hard adjustment going from seeing you guys everyday during the pandemic to now being back to my work schedule.” 

“Well we certainly miss having you and Scott around here all the time,” Lisa returned, and Chris knew she was being honest. He’d known that lockdown and quarantine periods had given Lisa the chance to finally have all her kids in the same place for an extended period of time, and with no projects looming over Chris and Scott. It was a blessing in disguise, one that he had to admit he enjoyed more than he thought, but eventually some semblance of reality came knocking at his door again. “The kids were just saying how much they loved having their uncles around.” 

“Ugh, Ma don’t tell me that. I’m having one of those days where I’m ready to just quit everything and go home,” he sighed, clenching his jaw and pressing his head back against the headrest just as he shifted into the turn lane, rolling to a stop at the intersection. The gate to the Burbank Studios was immediately to his right, and he watched carefully as traffic flew by him in the other lanes as he carefully navigated the turn. 

“You know it’s just one of your moods and by tomorrow you’ll be itching to go film,” Lisa told him, not unkindly and dismissively, but with the experience that came only by knowing Chris since the moment he was born. 

“Yeah…” he shrugged to himself, pausing as he parked the car and handed his ID and talking with the guard quickly before they opened the gate for him and he drove through, heading to the parking structure closest to the Pixar offices. He sighed as he thought about what his mother said, confessing to her, “I just feel… I don’t know… sometimes I'm a little lonely I guess.”

She hummed as she listened to him, pointing out, “I think some of that is normal when you went from being with us all, and living with Scott for almost a year and then back to regular life.” 

“You’re probably right,” he murmured, his voice low as his mind raced. “I think sometimes then I want to fill more of my time with new projects, but then I wonder if doing new projects is what’s keeping me from being able to find someone that I want to share my life with.” 

“What about Lindsey? Weren’t things going well with her after Christmas?” 

He all but cringed, remembering the short-lived relationship he’d attempted over the winter. “It fizzled. I just felt like, I don’t know, I was trying to make something work that wasn’t,” he shrugged, a blush settling on his cheeks.

“I think you need to just stop having your mind made up before you get into something,” Lisa told him with that experienced tone again, but there was a hint of well-meaning frustration and sympathy as well. “You know I love you honey, but sometimes you’re too much of a controller for your own good.” 

“Yeah, I think I’ve learned that the hard way,” he breathed, huffing out a short laugh as well.

“Just try to relax, Chris. Just let things happen the way they should,” she suggested. “You’re having an emotional day so try not to get into your head too much, okay?” 

“Okay, I will,” he told her, just as he pulled into a parking spot on the ground level of the garage, exchanging goodbyes with his mother before he hung up and turned the car off, grabbing his things before he opened the door and climbed out of the car. 

His head was down as he stepped around the car to the open front of the parking structure, crossing the short patch of grass to reach the sidewalk. His hands slid the key fob into his pocket, clicking the ‘lock’ button a few times before he shoved both hands in the pockets of his thin jacket. 

He could only hear the traffic outside the campus and the thoughts churning in his mind as he slowly got his bearings before he slowly walked towards the animation building, but he soon stopped in his tracks as a familiar voice said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” 

“What?” He asked, turning and seeing the frowning face of the person he’d come to love spending time with in the past three weeks in Burbank. “Oh hi Nat, I didn’t expect to see you here.” 

Her frown only deepened as she descended the last few steps, Chris’ eyes catching on the various pens behind her ears and sticking out of her jumpsuit pockets with a smirk. “I do work here you know,” her voice was sarcastic as it brought him out of his thoughts, his eyes meeting hers as she stood in front of him with a smirk spreading across her lips. 

“You know what I mean, smartass,” he smirked back, instinctively reaching out to take her water bottle as she adjusted it uncomfortably between her ribs and her elbow. “I didn’t expect to see you in the garage.” 

As Chris silently offered to hold something else, Nat handed him her sketchbook. With her now-free arm, Nat reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears before she readjusted her tote strap on her shoulder just as she jutted her chin out, nodding towards the garage behind her as she murmured, “Well I wish I hadn’t seen you in the garage because now I know you drive a Tesla.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her as they slowly headed towards the animation building across the campus, adjusting the sage green water bottle between his hands as he held the sketchbook gently, careful to not ruin any of the sketches inside. “Is that what you mean by ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’?” 

Nat let out a laugh, her nose scrunching while she held onto the strap of her bag. “I can’t even look at you the same now that I know you drive that snob machine,” she muttered playfully, Chris laughing along with her easily. 

“Alright, hot wheels, what do you drive?” 

“Not a Tesla, I can tell you that.” 

He laughed again, not surprised at how easily she was able to make him do so. “At least it’s electric so it saves me on gas,” he pointed out, smirking as she bumped his shoulder with her own. 

Nat rolled her eyes dramatically, her hand waving in the air vaguely as she drawled, “Yeah because out of all the people in the world who need to save money, it’s you…” 

“Well maybe you’d make more money if you actually showed up to work on time.” 

“I was on time today, I just had to run back to my car because I forgot my bag,” she retorted, hefting the aforementioned accessory on her shoulder from where it had begun slipping down.

He hummed again in a manner of disbelief, Nat bumping his shoulder again and causing the pair to break into near-giggles at the action. Their laughter died down once Nat dug her Disney ID out of her bag, swiping them into the building and leading towards the elevator. “So where have you been the past couple days? I was surprised when you weren’t in the dailies.” 

“I was doing a daily meeting with the animation department instead to keep everything on track,” Nat explained, shrugging as she walked into the elevator and leaned against the wall. “I’ll be back in ours tomorrow so I can continue to derail the meetings as usual.” 

“Good because it’s a lot more entertaining when you’re there.” 

“Well I’ll be there tomorrow so I’ll see you then,” Nat grinned before it turned into a smirk just as the elevator doors opened, Nat taking the bottle and sketchbook from Chris before she turned to quickly head down the hall to her daily. 

He followed her out of the elevator, ready to watch her head into her meeting like the flurry of chaos he’d quickly come to realize followed Nat wherever she went, but something in him begged him to stop her. He spoke up, his voice loud enough to get her attention but not capture everyone else’s as he asked, “Oh wait, Nat, are you getting lunch?” 

She turned, her brows furrowed a bit as she glanced at the clock opposite her, laughing as she answered, “Considering it’s only nine-thirty, probably not.” 

“I’m meaning later, smartass,” Chris sighed, his shoulders relaxing at the teasing however. “I was going to grab lunch at the commissary later in case you want to join me.” 

“Wow you big Tesla-driving movie stars have time for lunch with the lowly animation employees?” 

“I think it’s more the other way around. You’re the one that’s in demand here, the only value I offer is talkin’ a lot.” 

“Well you do that spectacularly,” she smirked, stepping towards him a bit before she paused, still near enough to her final destination to not have to outright run soon, but far enough that he wished she was just a fraction of an inch closer. 

“Maybe I don’t want to have lunch with you after all…” 

“I could meet you for lunch around noon,” Nat offered, raising her eyebrows until he nodded, but quickly a smirk slid back onto her lips as she rolled her eyes. “I mean, I can’t leave you alone or all those single women will be fighting over a spot at the table with you.” 

The smile that was on Chris’ mouth seemed to linger as he watched Nat disappear down the hallway before he turned and went his own direction. At thirty-nine years of age, Chris felt like he’d been around the block and had met enough people to be fairly good at reading them, but there was something about Nat that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. 

He had always been drawn to funny people, loving to have a good laugh and bantering back and forth and thought that’s initially what had drawn him to Nat, making him feel so at ease with his new co-worker. Sure, that had helped, but then he had wondered if it was his interest and awe at what she did, being so enamored with her artistic talent but in the past three weeks he’d known her, he had figured out that wasn’t it either. There was something about her, something more. It wasn’t that she was funny, or talented, it was that there was more to her. There was so much depth and emotion behind her easy going laughter and charismatic demeanor. 

The more he’d gotten to know her, he’d seen the deep and raw emotions she shared when she talked. He’d seen her intelligence and hard work when she explained how to visually communicate something they discussed in their meetings. He’d seen her warmth when someone new came in and she immediately welcomed them into the group. She was so much more than what was simply seen on the surface and the more he got to know her, the more he wanted to keep diving in deeper with her. 

And those thoughts rang in his mind as he sat in the daily with Angus, curiously listening but silent as he observed the quick meeting before he headed to the next building, getting buzzed in by the security guards before he followed the familiar hallway into what had quickly become his “usual” recording studio, complete with Rob waiting for him, as always, in the chair in front of the various panels. Only this time, the curly-haired ball of chaos wasn’t cracking jokes and settling into her own seat, equipped with enough water and snacks to get her through three weeks of camping and every single colored pencil that was known to man. And he found himself disappointed she wasn’t there, distracting him at every move unintentionally, and as he realized that, he knew he was absolutely fucked. 

He found himself counting down the minutes until it was noon, grabbing himself a salad at the long bar of choices before he went to sit at a table tucked in the corner, his blue eyes looking around to try to spy those familiar curls. And although he knew time wasn’t moving quite as quickly as he perceived, every passing second without Nat, he found himself fearing that she’d – laughably, considering this wasn’t even a fuckin’ date – stand him up. She’d likely figure it was better to get ahead on the edits from the meeting, working through lunch at her desk, leaving him by himself, with no way to know. 

Chris’ leg was shaking nervously as he kept waiting, eyes darting around the room until he saw the tiny whirlwind come bursting through the doors. He watched her pull off her sunglasses, stopping and making a face when they got caught on her hair before she tugged it out and then tucked them in her giant tote bag. Chris watched as Nat ran a hand through her hair and looked around, her face lighting up with that gorgeous smile as she waved to him before hurrying over and plopping down in the empty chair with a thud. 

He raised a single brow, suppressing a laugh as he asked her sarcastically, “Are you ever on time?” 

“Nope, not even to my birth. I had to get evicted,” she shrugged, smirking back at him before she turned, digging around in her bag and pulling out her phone and wallet, resting them on the table in front of her.  

He let out a laugh at the unexpected answer, simply agreeing, “At least you're consistent.” 

“I admire your choice for lunch but I hope you know I’m eating carbs,” Nat told him, pointing a finger at the bowl of greens and vegetables in front of him, carefully picked to be within his pre-set meal plan for his upcoming film. “I need them today.” 

He nodded, reaching for his card and going to get up with her, asking, “What do you want? I’ll get it.” 

“No, no, you don’t need to. I don’t even know exactly what I want yet, I need to look and see what speaks to me,” she explained with a sheepish smile as she shrugged. “I’ll be right back.” 

Once again, Chris was left at the table alone with only his thoughts but every single one of them was filled with her. He didn’t mean to stare, but found his blue eyes following her as she walked over to the long bar of food, comically picking something up and heading toward the cashier only to stop, look at with a face of sudden disgust and go back to swap it for something else. 

Watching her was a chance to observe every thought going through her head, observing as she continued to make faces at each of the food choices before eventually getting a sandwich put on her tray, carrying it toward the cashier before stopping in her tracks and making a quick detour to the soft serve ice cream machine. Seeing it almost caused him to laugh out loud but he eventually did when he saw the ridiculously tall swirl she was creating. Hearing his laugh from across the bustling commissary made Nat turn her head from where she was, smiling widely like a proud child with their treat. 

It was then that the feeling of knowing that he was fucked yet again returned to his brain. He had realized that although he had spent a lot of time with her over the past three weeks of working together, this was the first time he’d seen her completely outside of work mode. She wasn’t focusing during a meeting, working on a sketch, or trying to get something done and there was just something about that which felt different to him. He saw that beautiful smile light up on her face just by hearing his laugh and if that didn’t do something to him, he didn’t know what did. Even her slightly baggy denim jumpsuit and boots that he swore would have looked tragic on anyone else seemed to hang so cutely on her frame and just somehow screamed Nat. She was so effortlessly attractive to him, and he didn’t quite understand how something as simple as her picking out her lunch had him so magnetized to her, but yet, here he was. So completely drawn to her in a way he’d never felt, especially not this hard in years, and in a way that almost scared him. He wanted to do it right, but he also had to be realistic. He barely knew anything about her outside of the fact that she worked here – and was fucking talented – and that she was friends with Mark and Jamie. There was likely no chance of anything happening, but it didn’t mean his brain understood that very realistic possibility when it screamed at him to be around her. 

Nat made her way back to the table, delicately balancing the soft serve and sandwich on her tray with a grin. Chris shook his head as she sat down, muttering, “I should have known you’re a dessert at lunch kind of girl.” 

“I’m a dessert anytime kind of girl,” Nat amended easily, handing a spoon to Chris. “I hate how fast this always melts though, you need to help me eat it.” 

He laughed as he took the spoon, confessing, “You’re not going to find me saying no to ice cream.” 

“Well get working on that side, it’s already dripping,” she instructed him as she picked up her own spoon, taking a swipe of the chocolate and vanilla soft serve. “I deserve this today.” 

His brows furrowed as he ate off his spoon, tilting his head. “Why’s that? Something wrong?” 

She shrugged, waving her hand dismissively and explaining, “We’re just behind where we should be and I can’t seem to light a fire under some of the other animators.” 

“Is that a common problem?” 

“Not usually. I think it’s just everyone getting used to being in-person again, it’ll take some adjustment. I feel like I’m still adjusting and I’ve been back longer than most people,” she admitted to Chris with a short laugh. 

He nodded, able to understand that exactly. Hell, it wasn’t just adults who were struggling with getting back to real life, his sister’s kids had all expressed similar feelings when they got back into the swing of the in-person school routines recently. “Were you in California during everything last year?” He asked as he took another swipe of ice cream from the bowl. 

“No I was in Seattle, that’s where I’m from,” she answered, putting her spoon down momentarily to take a sip from her water bottle.

“Oh really? I didn’t know that,” Chris sat back, watching her carefully. “Is your family there?” 

“Yeah they’re all still there,” she said, meeting his eyes with a smile.“I have two older sisters who both have kids so it was so great to spend so much uninterrupted time with them.” 

“You seem like you’re pretty close to them all.” 

“Oh I am. I miss them like crazy,” she admitted with a grin. “You’d think with being the single aunt, I'd be able to go up and see them more often but this keeps me pretty busy.” 

He couldn’t help but feel his ears perk up at her admission of being single, a little spark of hope inside him even though his logical brain reminded him how he still didn’t even hardly know her. His mother’s words came flooding back to him, reminding him that when he tried to control the situations they often didn’t go well, so he instead sat back in his chair, resting the spoon in the empty ice cream cup before grabbing the fork to dig into his salad and mentioned, “You seem to really love your job.” 

“I’m sure I feel the same about my job as you do about yours,” Nat smirked knowingly, winking at Chris as he blushed sheepishly at the harmless callout. “There’s days when you don’t want to go, when you feel burned out and exhausted. But then you see this beautiful piece of art and realize you were part of creating that…. That beautiful thing that might move someone to tears or they might talk about with their friends, or watch during a low moment in their life and then you realize just how lucky you are to get to be part of bringing that art to life.” 

Chris just kept sitting there as he looked at her, so moved by her words but more so by her ability to express her feelings and those beautiful emotions she felt so deeply. He loved just being able to sit and listen to her, to get to know her and the way she thought and felt as well as the little details of her life that he found so amusing like the fact she hated cats, wanted to be a ride operator for Space Mountain when she was a kid, and that she thought Iron Man was the best Avenger. Everything with her felt so natural and after so long of feeling like he was surrounded by social climbers or people who wanted something by being in proximity to him, Nat felt like a much needed breath of fresh air. 

The only time he had a frown the entire lunch was when Nat checked the time on her phone and told him she needed to get back to work but told him, “I shouldn’t have had that ice cream, I can already feel myself crashing.” 

“You should have gone with the strawberry instead of chocolate and vanilla,” he chuckled, leaning back in his seat once he finished poking at his salad, finally admitting defeat. “That one looked pretty good.” 

“Maybe if you’re around for lunch tomorrow we can try one then,” she offered as she wiped her lips with a napkin, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Sounds like a deal,” he nodded back, but quickly smirked. “Unless you almost ditch me like you did today.” 

She rolled her eyes, sighing as she muttered, “Oh please, I was only a few minutes late.” 

“Yeah but I had no idea where you were. You could have been ditching me,” he laughed as he remembered how many thoughts had taken center stage in his mind while he waited patiently for her to come to lunch earlier. “You better give me your number so I can make sure you’re on time tomorrow.” 

She stared at him for several long moments, almost weighing the options in her mind before she finally said, “Only if you swear you won’t start texting me the minute the clock strikes twelve.” 

“I will at 12:01, how about that?” 

“C’mon Chris, you should know by now you have to give at least until 12:05, if not 12:10,” she laughed, and the grin that made its way onto her lips threatened to also arrive on his as he watched her from across the table. 

“Alright, I’ll give you until 12:04 but that’s it,” he placated with a shake of his head, smiling as Nat pulled her phone out.

He watched as she tapped around on the screen a bit before she handed the phone to him, open to an empty contact for him to fill in. He did so silently, but before long she met his eyes from across the table and asked, “I’m going to regret giving you my number, aren’t I?” 

“Probably, but it’s too late now,” he shrugged with a loud laugh, smirking at her playfully.

Nat felt her foot softly tapping to the low beat of the music that hummed in the background of the outdoor bar. She was sitting hunched over a small round table with Mark on one side and James on the other while they all sipped their drinks, delving into the office gossip that had accumulated throughout the week and whatever other things they wanted to have time to fully talk about. It had been their Friday night tradition for years now and it was something they’d missed throughout the past year, but Nat felt so happy that they finally were here again huddled around a table while they animatedly talked. 

They were in the middle of sharing a round of loud laughs when Nat felt Mark’s elbow in her ribs, nudging her as he whispered, “Don’t look now but that guy over at that table keeps scanning you.” 

“Really?” Nat was surprised by the admission and had to ask, “Is he cute?” 

“Yeah and he’s coming over so act natural,” Mark whispered quickly before leaning back in his chair to make it less obvious they had been talking about him. 

She sat up a little, turning as she heard footsteps stop a few feet away. The man awkwardly waved from where he stood, distanced enough from them to be considered safe, but close enough that she could hear him over the music as he said, “Hi, I’m Calvin and I was just wondering if I could get you a drink.” 

With an apologetic smile sent to Calvin, she gently turned him down by saying, “That’s so nice of you to offer, but no thank you.” 

With a nod and a sheepish, embarrassed look, Calvin turned and headed back to his table, shaking his head as he reached his group of friends. Nat turned her attention back to her own table, taking a sip of her drink before she reached for more of the nachos sitting in the center. 

“Excuse me, did you really just turn him down?” Mark had to clarify with wide eyes. 

Nat just shrugged, tucking a piece of curly hair behind her ear, “Yeah, what’s the big deal?” 

“He was gorgeous, that’s the big deal,” Mark retorted, a single eyebrow raised at Nat. “Seriously though if you don’t want him, I’ll go get his number for myself.” 

“Seriously Nat, if you want to go over with him, you know we don’t care,” Jamie added, a slight smirk on his lips. 

She shook her head, placating them and responding, “No, I’m good.” 

“He’s been eyeing you all night, it might be a good opportunity.” 

“I’m just not interested tonight,” she brushed off, shrugging her shoulders again. 

“Wait, you’re not still upset about Shane the douchebag are you?” Jamie practically groaned before launching into his explanation, “Nat, him getting engaged so fast only shows it wasn’t right for you.” 

“No, no, it’s not that,” Nat scrunched her nose up in response. 

Silence fell over the small table before she saw Jamie lean back in his chair and exchange a look with Mark, the two of them seeming to having a silent conversation. It was driving Nat nuts that she had no idea what they were wordlessly discussing but once Jamie took a sip of his beer, he simply shrugged, “Maybe it has more to do with the guy who you had lunch with today,” 

“Chris?” Nat asked, almost incredulous with wide eyes. When the guys nodded and shrugged back, she rolled her eyes, sarcastically adding, “Yeah right, that’s totally it.” 

“C’mon Nat, we were having lunch at the same time and we saw you two. It was so obvious you guys were into each other. Even Katherine from the tech department made a comment about it,” Jamie couldn’t help but laugh. 

Before she could even refute them, Mark chimed in with a point of his finger, “And don’t think we haven’t noticed you staring at him during the dailies when you think nobody is looking.”

“Okay, so he’s pretty. So what? I’m pretty sure 98% of America thinks so too,” Nat wouldn’t deny that she’d noticed him on more than one occasion but noted that, “It’s not like it matters.” 

“Apparently it does if you’re turning down that guy over there with the way your love life has been,” Mark refuted her argument, raising his eyebrow as he noted, “You’ve been with what? One person since Shane?” 

“Barely.” 

“Exactly! So why aren’t you going over to that guy?” Jamie asked, his voice low so as to not draw attention despite his hands waving around wildly. 

“Because she’s saving herself for Captain America,” Mark said while lifting his beer to his lips once again, causing Jamie to burst out in laughter at the comment. 

She rolled her eyes and huffed, “Yeah because Chris Evans is just dying to get the weird Pixar artist into bed.” 

“Well if he doesn’t, he’s certainly giving a good impression because he was flirting with you like crazy,” she saw the way Jamie looked at her pointedly, telling her that he wasn’t just teasing her and actually meant the words he was saying. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, he flirts with literally everyone,” Nat pointed out just before she took a sip of her cocktail. 

Mark made an indistinguishable grunt while sipping at his drink, holding up a finger before putting his glass back down on the table and piped in, “Not true, he hasn’t flirted with me.” 

“That’s because he’s straight, Mark,” Jamie snickered. 

“I know and that’s truly a tragedy,” Mark shook his head comically, causing another round of laughter to break out around the table. "I tried shooting my shot with him when he would stop by the marvel offices, but Feige was quite the cockblock.” 

“And, you know, again… he’s straight,” Jamie reminded once again before motioning across the table, “And interested in Nat.”

“He’s not interested in me!” Nat insisted with an exasperated sigh, her jaw set tightly.

Jamie just shrugged, an annoying smirk on his lips before he went on, “Well even if he’s not, you’re interested in him.” 

“Yeah me and every other female around,” Nat muttered as she mindlessly adjusted the coaster underneath her drink before she dramatically slumped in her chair. “But that’s what almost is like, the worst part, because he’s such a great person. He’s so much fun and a really genuine person, not to mention a great person to talk to and yet everyone just likes him because he’s gorgeous. I think that’s so sad.” 

“Maybe you just need to show him there are girls out there who like him for who he is,” Mark was the one to point out honestly. 

Jamie laughed, shaking his head as he said, “Um with that drool that is coming out of her mouth every time she looks at him, I’m guessing he knows she likes him.” 

“Well in a couple weeks he’ll be done with his voice work so that’ll be the last we’ll see of him,” Nat knew that her words were painfully true, knowing that as much as she enjoyed spending time with him, it was going to end all too soon so she asked,  “So can we just drop it, please? 

“Alright well when you’re ready to move on from dreaming of Chris, we’ll be your wingmen and find you someone to get your mind off of him.” 

Nat had to laugh at Jamie’s comment which was solidified from a solid nod from Mark, and as they swiftly changed the subject to the latest happenings in Mark and Jamie’s personal lives, Nat knew that even though they were both in relationships, and Jamie had a kid, that these two were absolutely, without a doubt, her people. And while she was hesitant to reopen some doors, ones that had been locked away for nearly a year now, she couldn’t help but feel that something was coming her way, especially after how easy lunch felt, even with – as Mark would put it – Captain America.

#in living color #chris evans fanfic #original female character #chris evans x ofc #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans ff #chris evans story #chris evans writing #writing #chris evan fanfiction #real person fanfiction #real person fiction #rpf #chris evans x original female character #ofc #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x smut #chris evans fluff #imagine #real life chris evans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x fluff #pixar au #female reader

[another-day-another-crime]

Quarantine Baby (Chris Evans)

Description: Chris Evans x Reader quarantine baby edits. (full post under the cut)

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x pregnant reader #social media au #social media edits #chrisevansedit

[hereifangirl]

Ok, but what I NEED is Buck being all like "...why are you so pissed about Natalia??" And Eddie just losing it and mild yelling at him but in a tired way "Because I see you, Evan! And she doesn't! She sees the man who died and came back... and you know what? I also see that man, but I saw him hanging from a ladder, I saw him in a coma, I saw him struggle to get back to us. So you'll have to excuse me if im not a fan of Miss "That's so cool", because it wasn't! It wasn't cool, it wasn't amazing. It was terrifying, thinking of a life without you, explaining to Christopher that his Buck might never come back, not knowing if the last time I touched you was when I got your pulse back, not knowing if I'd ever get to say that I love you... I've seen you, Buck, but you never saw me. " and walking away and then we get Buck realizing of all the memories he has of Eddie and Chris everywhere, like, he looks at the kitchen and remembers all the dinners they had, looks at his bedroom and remembers when they spend their quarantine together, the balcony "ice goes in the eye bud", and same thing the next day in the firehouse, the gym, the lockers, the couches, everywhere he looks he's surrounded by the presence of Eddie.

I want them to break my heart, to SHATTER IT

#911 buddie #buddie #911 abc #911 on abc #evan buckley #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz #i need angst #bring the pain #IM READY TO GET HURT

[hettiesworld]

Jeremy Renner

Coast

I'm Just Ken

Oodie-Boogie

Every Woman (Female OFC) | She's a Fire (sequel to Every Woman)

Music Sounds Better With You - 1 | 2 | 3

I... Don't Like Coffee (Female OFC)

Incredible Eyes

Trouble (Sheriff!Jeremy)

Imagine: Attending a Jeremy concert without knowing it's him...

Run To You (professor!Jeremy) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

bad idea right? (Female OFC)

Jeremy song fics masterlist

Clint Barton

I Need Therapy

Hide and Seek

Rise Up (Clintasha)

Mike McLusky

Sacrifice (male OFC)

Come as You Are (female OFC)

Chris Evans

I Recommend a Daddy

Pity Party

Lessons in Love

Other Jeremy characters

Unnamed [renamed it No Lie] (William Brandt)

Runaway (You and I) (Jerry Pierce) - 1 | 2

The Riddle (Penn) - 1 | 2

Waking the Witch (Non-Vampire!Penn)

I Am The Law (Brian Gamble)

The Bodyguard (William Brandt)

War and Peace (And Love) (Sergeant James) - 1 | 2

Kids (Mark "Dags" D'Agastino)

Misc characters/actors

Band of Gold (Lance Tucker)

Orange Juice (Ransom Drysdale/Charles Blackwood) - 1 | 2 [DISCONTINUED]

Walking on the Moon (Ian Donnelly/James Mace/Chris Beck) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Perception and Mischief (Loki Laufeyson) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Soldat? (Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Jake Jensen)

When The Party's Over (Ransom Drysdale)

Invisible Touch (human!Vision)

S Is For... Something Else? (Andy Barber)

Quarantined (Avengers cast) - 1 [DISCONTINUED]

Unnamed (Charles Xavier)

You Got Me Twisted (Ransom Drysdale)

Say So (Colin Shea)

Class Fight (Kyle - The Perfect Score)

Tainted Love (Jake Wyler)

The Distance (John Doe - Twisted Metal series)

Asks

Will Brandt headcanon - Patching each other up after a fight

Chris Evans headcanon - Taking care of you after a rough day

Hansel headcanon - Going on a witch hunt with Hansel

Fic request - Jeremy and the reader on a Zoom call in quarantine

Ransom headcanon - Falling in love for the first time

Fic request - Cornelia Street (Steve Rogers)

Ransom headcanon - Mean daddy with naive!reader

#masterlist #jeremy renner #chris evans #marvel #mayor of kingstown #hettiesworld #clint barton x reader #clint barton #sebastian stan

[eva-knits12]

Chris Evans Explains His Dog's Bad Quarantine Haircut

Chris also wouldn’t have so openly talked about giving his dog the world’s worst haircut during lockdown. 

#youtube

[6rookie-writer0110]

Hawkins

Avengers Cast x GN Reader Black

Request- avengers Cast x GN reader (and can you make him black please) story with him being new to filming and during an interview they show funny videos of R's YouTube videos (they do gaming videos mostly) and they see them playing horror games and cussing up a massive storm and the last video they show the cast is of R and their new movie with Sam L Jackson.

You are in your trailer and you have on a hero suit. You took a selfie and you are feeling nervous and your mind starts to panic. This is your first time being in a Marvel movie and it's a huge role for you. You hear a knock on the door and you opened the door.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Came to see how you are doing. Looking good, Y/n” Samuel said.

You will be in the Avengers movie and you will do scenes with Samuel L. Jackson. He became your mentor and he does give you good advice.

“Thanks. I don't think I will do a good job” You said.

“Why? Have you been reading those racist comments?” Samuel asked.

“I saw a few on my Instagram account and Twitter,” You said.

“Y/n, fuck them. You are a good actor and you deserve this role. Fuck those haters and especially those racist bastards. It can be hard being black and an actor, but if you keep listening to them then you won't get far in Hollywood” Samuel said.

“You always know what to say but thank you. I won't pay attention to those assholes” You said.

“Good. Let's go on set, they are about to start” Samuel said.

“Okay,” You said.

In the movie, Nick Fury recruited your character to help the Avengers. Your character is an anti-hero. With some members of the Avengers, you won't get along but will be forced to work together. This is the biggest role you ever got, you didn't believe it at first that you got the role.

Before filming your scenes, you met the cast at a dinner party. You get along with them and Samuel is always making you laugh. Sometimes it's hard to film with Samuel and Paul Rudd because they are always making everyone laugh.

-----

You are home because of the pandemic and everyone had to stay home. You decided to start a Youtube account. You will mostly play video games with other people. You are playing Fortnite with Brie and Samuel. You are having a competition with them to see who will get the most kills.

“Are you fucking serious, Brie!?” You yelled.

She starts to laugh “I had the shot so I took it, Y/n”

She killed your character and Samuel starts to laugh.

“Nice shot,” Samuel said.

“Brie, we are not friends,” You said.

She laughed again. You did get your payback and you killed her character then Samuel’s character.

“Motherfucker!” Samuel yelled.

You were in third place, but killing their characters you jumped to number 1.

“Brie, let's team up and kill this motherfucker” Samuel said.

Brie starts to laugh and you couldn't help to laugh.

“Yeah, I will team up with you” Brie laughed.

“Fuck. You two are cheating” You said.

“It's not cheating to kill our enemy, Y/n,” Samuel said.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and the cast start to go on tour to promote the Marvel movie. You and the cast on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Stephen is asking questions about everyone’s role in the movie. Now he asked more questions... He asked, everyone what they did during the quarantine.

“We have a video of Samuel and Y/n, playing on YouTube” Stephen smiled.

“I can picture him yelling at a game” Chris Evans laughed.

“No one can deny that,” You said.

“Oh, I want to see this. And by the way, Y/n is a cheater at fighting games” Paul Rudd said.

“Lies!” You yelled.

“Samuel, what did you play with Y/n,” Stephen said.

“We played a game called devour. It's a survival game multiplayer. And we had to stop a possessed cult leader before she dragged us to hell with her” Samuel said.

“And did you and Y/n beat the came?” Scarlett asked.

“Well...” You said.

“We have a clip of them playing,” Stephen said.

They showed the clip of you and Samuel playing a horror game called Devour... A monster came out of nowhere and you and Samuel started to curse...

“That bitch gave me a fucking heart attack. It jumped out of nowhere” You said.

You and Samuel start to fight the monster and curse even more...

“Motherfucker! I just got killed by a fucking spider. Y/n, why you didn't fucking help me” Samuel said.

“She fucking killed me then another ugly fucking monster killed me,” You said.

“Pussy” Samuel said.

Everyone laughed at the video.

“Did you and Samuel beat the game?” Stephen asked.

“No, we didn't finish the game. Because Samuel got scared and we stopped playing” You joked.

Everyone laughed again.

“Are they always like this?” Stephen asked

“Filming with them is hard because they are always making us laugh when they argue with each other” Cobie said.

“I have to agree with her. One time, I laughed too hard because of them that I almost peed on myself” Chris Evans said.

“Get to laugh more because I have a clip of their new film,” Stephen said.

The clip starts to play...

“You almost shot me!?” You yelled.

“You are still alive, so your welcome motherfucker!” Samuel yelled.

“What!? I won't say thank you! Because of you I almost got shot and my car blew up” You yelled.

You and Samuel kept arguing with each other. Then he smacked you hard in your face and you smacked him back, then it happened again one more time. Then he takes your gun away

“Wow, that was a lot. A lot had happened” Stephen said.

“In that clip, I play a bodyguard and I have to protect Y/n. In that scene, we actually smacked each other. After the scene, Y/n had an ice pack on the cheek” Samuel laughed.

“He has massive hands, so yeah it hurt” You laughed.

“Actually, Scarlett and Cobie are in the movie and they play the villains. They are trying to kill us because Y/n has something they want” Samuel said.

“We wanted to make the scene look more real. So it was y/n idea for the slapping and I went along with it” You said.

“Wow, I would be scared to get hit by him. Can't wait to see the movie when it comes out” Stephen said.

-----

Paul Rudd and Anthony Mackie did join you and Samuel on your gaming channel. The video gets a lot of views, you played a horror game with them. And there was a lot of cursing and this time you and Samuel finished the game.

A week later...

You, Samuel, and Anthony are at Comic-con. You start to record everything, while Samuel and Anthony start to ask questions to black cosplayers. You did ask them what is their favorite anime character and overrated anime shows.

“Y/n, we do get a lot of racist comments and more. But, you don't have to feel alone, we are black and we have a lot more to offer” Samuel said.

“Yeah, it's been rough the past few days. I thought to do this to show others that anime isn't only for white people” You said.

“You are right about that. Remember what I said, fuck those racist bastards. Let's go get lunch” Samuel said.

“Yeah, I'm starving. Thanks for everything” You said.

He hugged you then Anthony bought lunch for you and Samuel.

#Avengers Cast imagine #marvel cast imagine #marvel x reader #avengers cast x reader #gender neutral fanfic

[bohemian-barbie]

Masterlist

From Brooklyn to Boston

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

Babies In Boston

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16

The Evans Kids

House Tour

face claims

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19

The kids in quarantine: 1, 2, 3, 4

Chris’ Birthday

Heart Break in July

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

One Shots

Protective, Stolen Moment, Brotherly Bonding, Like Father like Son, Adventures in Babysitting, Summertime Sadness, The Best Big Sister, Game Day, Christopher Ryan & Pooh, Oops, Thinking of you, So Kiss Me, The Little Mermaid, Everything, Sundays, Dani & Dodger,

[macverse]

psst, other chris evans writers...

what are your favorite things to watch for evans inspo? I'm stalled on my latest fic. I need inspo. are any of the ghosted interviews fun? the more I read and write evans fic the more I question my character analysis. I've been questioning if we, the readers/writers, are projecting or if he is giving off this characterization. I'm not mad. I"m just trying to figure out if he's projecting this persona and where is it if he has. don't get me wrong. I love love LOVE every depiction of evans in the fic I read. but like is it somewhere in his persona and I'm just missing it? I need to see it!

I really like his interviews with Josh Horowitz. he's a really good journalist. he gets to the heart of the topic nicely and really opens up his interviewee.

I also think about this interview (well the beginning) a lot. you know to get the proper description of the gaze. not because I didn't think he appreciated such things. the shoes you guys. I'm talking about the 'shoes'.

oh and these ones with his brother. I think about this gif a lot. oh yeah, that's right my friend who is also a fan of his told me to watch his tonight show interview.

don't even get me started on this nonsense. I watched this a lot during quarantine. those two were gone that day hahaha!

#fan fiction #writing community #ff #fan fic #fan fic writing #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fandom #help #by stalled i mean my typical fear of not being able to finish something #slash #i haven't written anything in about 3 weeks #i think i'm sad #maybe #more slash #need snuggles #but i have no one for snuggles #send help