Family Matters

hey do you write platonic? and besides chris and his character who else do you write?

Hey! Thanks for your question. I love answering them makes me feel like I’m giving a celebrity Q&A lol.

Anyways, yep I do platonic!

While I only think I can write good for Steve / Peter Parker (maybe even Thor.. eh) in the Marvel verse… I could also possibly do

- Harry Styles and any one direction member that isn’t Liam (sorry ick)

- Male #StrangerThings characters (the ones over 18 that is but anything platonic happy to do all characters)

- Suits (this tumblr was an OG Harvey Spector appreciation page)

- Harry Potter

Male Celebrities like:

- Theo James

- the Hemsworths

- Any 40+ male celebrity (daddies if ya know what I mean)

I haven’t written fan fiction since I was like 15 (started off with One Direction OGs know what it was like circa 2010-2014… I still have battle scars) but I’m enjoying it so far and am really in the grove of Chris and his characters atm.

Just ask and I will let know if I can or I can’t! I try to put out good stuff and am happy to put in a little time to research and get the vibes of whoever you request a fic about.

While I don’t have many limits as to what I write as you can see on my page I do draw lines somewhere! So as long as it’s not too weird/illegal I’ll write it.

I am plus size/curvy myself so I’m really good at specialising in curvy!reader x character/celebrity because I feel like that demographic is underrepresented in fan fiction!

Fun fact about me:

I have a big girl corporate job so this is a hobby I do on weekends/after work to just unwind and do something fun and creative. I’ve been sick lately hence the massive output of stories. I like using my imagination for scenarios and what better way to take those maladaptive daydreams to the next level then to write them down!

Thank you again and my inbox is always open for any questions or if you just want to chat about life and what not. Fully anon! 💕

Omg I just finished reading Bubba with chris evans and my heart just burst 😍, I was wondering if this could be a series or a 2 or 3 parter but I just love your chris work 💖

Yes! More Dad!Chris in the new year!!! In the meantime @royalwritersoftheuniverses has some of the best Dad!Chris fics I’ve read. 💕

I’m in Chwarge

A/N: Smashing out requests but here’s a little blurb in the meantime 💕☘️

You stood in front of the flashing lights, grinning though you couldn’t see anything. Chris’s hand tight on your waist as you both posed for the photo. The photographers started shouting “Chris solo shot! Girlie move!” So you took that as your cue to move away but before you could, you felt a strong grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards him tightly. 

“Hey! where you going?”

“You need to get solos baby.” You rested a hand on his chest. 

“They don’t tell you what to do… I do.” With that he looked to the side at the crowd, grumbling at the audacity to tell his girl what to do. He put his hand between your faces, blocking the view as he placed a kiss on your lips, easing your mouth open with his tongue, he slipped his gum into your mouth, you felt the sudden minty taste on your tongue. You gasped, Chris pulled out with a smirk. His hand moved down your lower back, palming a handful of your ass. 

Leaning in closer to your ear “Meet me in my green room in 10. Got it?” You nodded a little, biting your lip. He pulled down his sunglasses a little, winking at you. 

He watched as you sauntered away, chewing casually, your hips moving in a hypnotising fashion. 

You didn’t look back but you heard his signature whistle at you. 

Well you should stop posting fan fics about chris evans if you hate on him you dumb bitch.

I’m allowed to call him out on his bullshit (which is not hating) and still fantasize about him 😘 you’re an adult. You should know fantasy Chris from reality Chris

ok i have request where after Liam Hemsworth divorced with Miley Cyrus and news spread out about it. Liam was unhappy but glad he came back to his family. One day, he was invited to his highschool reunion in a local bar where he was reunited with his ex-girlfriend, reader.

Nostalgia

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY SHIT! Thank you sooo much for this request. I have been obsessed this man since his Elephant Princess days (real ones know 😘) and its absolutely insane to me that I was flipping from Elephant Princess to Hannah Montana and never thought "Oh yeah these two will end up together." Anyways, I had this down to a T, cause southern hemisphere gal here. And because I may of gotten too into character I have provided a friendly dictionary below for clarity. ☺️

sook/having a sook: whingeing, complaining, having a tantrum but where you go all sad and sulky.

dickhead: term of endearment. Your bestmates are dickheads, you love them.

deck: Porch, veranda, that wooden flooring with no roof just outside the back of your house.

pub: bar but definitely not a club

the local: the pub, but your local pub where everyone goes. A single venue in a small town. Think Coyote Ugly...

Logies: The Australian Emmy's yet more chaotic, and an ugly little award.

Neighbours: Iconic Australian Show, like Days of Our Lives, super long and only your grandma watches it. Arguably better that American stuff though.

are just something else: A compliment, you're special.

Reckon: Like saying I think or I bet with confidence i.e. I reckon it'll rain today... ya reckon? Like saying you really think so.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Liam signed switching off his phone once he landed at the airport. Ignoring the onslaught of texts and messages that arose from the TMZ article on his divorced. 

  It was never his plan to be 30, divorced and sulking back to his childhood home. Yet here he was. Craving a long hug from mum and an ice cold beer.

  “Welcome home honey”

  “Thanks mum”

 He pulled her into a tight hug making his way into the passenger seat.

  They drove in silence on the way, his head against the window looking at the familiar sights. His mum glanced worried looks at him 

  “Hey so Luke came over and told me you reunion is tomorrow night what good timing!”

  “Yeah, I know I got the email I’m not going.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m 30 years old, the whole world knows about my divorce to a well-known former childhood star and my brother is fucking Thor” his snapped at her slightly at the end

  “Oh, stop being such a sook… you should go it’ll be good for you to reconnect with your roots, they always say when you don’t know which path to go down, go back to start and try again.”

  “I just don’t know if I’m up for it.”

  “You might change your mind when you know who’s going…”

  “Yeah whatever.” 

Chris laid out on the deck, letting the Australian sun warm his body, in nothing but sunglasses and board shorts he was finally getting into the grove of relaxing until a sudden jerk of his deck chair meant he was hitting the ground.

  “WHAT THE FUC-“

  “Long time no see dickhead.”

  “Holy shit! Joel!”

  Joel was Liam’s best mate from high school.

  He pulled his old friend into a bro hug.

  “Heard from your bro you were back wanted to see it for myself… you haven’t gone all LA on us have ya?”

  “Nah I haven’t.”

  “Good cause you’re coming to the pub tonight.”

  “Is that where they’re having the reunion?”

  “Great detective skills Sherlock.”

  “Nah mate can’t we just hang out here.”

  “And drink wines on the couch with your mum while watching Neighbours? I think the fuck not. Come on you’re not too famous for the local.”

  “Fine. One beer though.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

  He grabbed his beer from the barman and made his way through the crowded pub, offering “Heys” and “Good to see you’s” until he landed in a quiet spot in the back. Sulking down with a sigh and sipped his beer, watching the scenes in front of him. 

  It was comforting to be home, familiar sights, faces and smells but couldn’t help the pit in his stomach of feeling like an outsider. 

  YOUR POV:

  “Hey stranger.” You stood in front of your sulking ex-boyfriend, as his head rose at the sound your voice. 

  “Y/N, Hey, shit look at you!” Liam beamed when his eyes connected with yours, pulling him out of his haze. You couldn’t help but spot the hint of sadness on his face. 

  He couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked more beautiful since he last saw you, relaxed with your hair out, a little textured, clearly air dried after a late afternoon dip. Your skin pink from sun exposure, in its early stages of what was sure to develop into a tan. His eyes scanned over your body, the summery dress leaving little to the imagination, with your strong legs on full display and ample chest held together by a thin piece of string. 

  “Same old me… move over” The large man scooted on the bench, opening the space for you to sit down, drink in hand. While it was a two-person bench, his sheer size left little space between the two of you, his knees touching yours. Moving his arm to drape across the back, he gave you a little more room but now you were borderline engulfed by his arm. A tinge of nostalgia hitting you remember the same position, lying down in bed, your body snuggled up into his warm armpit. 

  “What you been up to? Heard you got a job in the city.” 

  “Yeah, but unlike you I’m not too good to come home once in a while.” You took a swig of your drink, feeling a little tipsy at the familiar taste of alcohol. 

  “I’m here aren’t I?” He quipped at you. 

  “Barely. It’s not like you to sit in a corner and sook.” Reminiscing about all those nights, he spent singing on top of the tables in the very pub you sat talking in now. 

  “Fuck everyone’s been calling me a sook lately.”

  “Cause you’re acting like one… what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  “Do you not get internet at your joint or something?”

  “No, I just don’t spend my days googling my high school ex. So, where’s Hannah Montana?”

  “In LA.”

  “Why? does she not like it here?”

  “No, I just didn’t think I’d take my ex-wife to my high school reunion.”

  “EX Wife?”

  “Since 3 days ago yeah.” He took another swig of beer.

  “Shit, Li I’m sorry.”

  “Nah it’s fine, it’s fucking whatever.”

  “Well, it’s not “whatever” you had a connection with someone, it hurts when you lose them. And nothing anyone says can really make the pain feel better.”

  “Is that how you felt when I went to LA?” A sudden tension fell over you two. How could he ask that?

  “Yep.” She popped the P. Avoiding his intense gaze on you. 

  “Well, you’re in a much better spot than me now.” He shuffled in his seat realising he hit a soft spot. 

  “Doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.”

  “Are you still mad?”

  “Still mad? you told me you loved me and wanted to get an apartment together then we graduated, and you fucked off to LA. I’m not mad at all Liam, I’m hurt.”

  “I’m sorry it was selfish.”

  “Especially considering I would have gone with you if you just asked.”

  “No, you wouldn’t, you would of hated it.” He tsked. 

  “You don’t know that. And you will never know because you never asked. I loved you Li I would have followed you to Antarctica if that’s what you wanted. You were so passionate about acting I was so excited to see your dreams come through I just didn’t expect to be excluded from them.”

  “What do you think would have happened if I didn’t go?” He pushed.

  “Honestly?”

  “Honestly.”

  “We probably would have stayed together, brought a house on the beach, I’d be on my third baby by now and you’d keep doing local TV, maybe take me to the Logies hahaha.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I did… like twice and your assistant would always answer and tell me you’re not taking personal calls at this time or some shit, when I saw you shacked up with Miss Best Of Both Worlds, I stopped.”

  “I wish you didn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause then maybe I wouldn’t be sooking here right now.”

  “Yeah, well too late for us to go over what we would have done differently.”

  You both sat silence letting the truth of your words sit in. 

  “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” He looked at you, eyebrow raised. 

  “Do you even remember the path?” You scoffed at him,

  “Of course, I do, the secret passage near Batty’s path… where we used to ya kno-”

  “OKAY I GET IT, good to see you haven’t forgotten everything, now come on.” You slapped his chest, jumping up out of the seat, Liam closely followed behind you. 

  You walked in silence, listening the waves crash. His hands in his pockets and you holding your shoes and bag in the other. The sandy shore lit up by the moonlight, a light breeze in the air. 

  “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late ya know.” He piped.

  “What you mean?”

  “Well, you reckon it’s too late for us but who’s to say it’s too late maybe it’s just the beginning.”

  “You’ve had too many drinks.” You laughed him off

  “No Y/N I’m serious.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you along the shore. The tide coming as the water’s edge tickled your bare feet. 

  “Hearing you describe what could of been… honestly sounds pretty good right now. You think I’ve gone all too big for my boots, but this place is still home to me ya know… why do you think I came here when everything went to shit?” You looked up at him, barely making out his facial expression in the dark. From what you could see, he was a broken boy, he seemed wrecked, and you decided take his words seriously. 

  You sighed

  “Cause when you don’t know what to do you should turn around and go from where you started.” 

  “Exactly but I think I know what I want to do next”

  His hand, falling to your face, thumb rubbing your cheek, he leaned in and you breathe caught in your throat. Your body once a little chilly now warmed by the sensation of his mouth on yours. What started with a tender kiss turned into a deep passionate embrace. It was different to all those times before, mainly due to his now beard face rubbing against your skin and the reality that his kissing skills had definitely improved. 

  “Liam...” You pushed him off you, hands grazing the hair exposed on his unbuttoned chest, he felt firm and warm. Like the perfect mattress you could sleep peacefully on top of him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “There’s no point, you’ll go back to your big city and forget about me all over again once you see some leggy model.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “I didn’t get a return ticket Y/N.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve been looking at places, I’m here indefinitely.”

  “Well, that’s good but still doesn’t mean we are going to work.”

  “Can we at least try?”

  “So, you can break my heart a second time?”

  “I like to see it as giving me a very generous second chance to prove I made a mistake the first time.”

  “I don’t know Liam, its all ve-“

  He cut you off with his kiss, planting his lips on you a second time and this time you didn’t push him away. Your hands instinctively going to his now long locks, running your hands through the familiar boy now a man. Your mind rushed with memories of late nights sneaking out to go play on the beach, always ending up curled in a towel on the shore counting stars. You felt 18 all over again and the pain of loss slowly seeped away with him in your arms again.  

  You both pulled out, panting at the sudden passionate embrace.

  “Please?”

  You licked your lips, biting slightly on your lower lip.

  “Kiss me one more time and I’ll see.” You grinned at him.

  “Fuck me you are just something else Y/N” He pulled you into his arms, you squealed as he took you running with him into the ocean. Dropping your bag and shoes before the sudden shock of cold saltwater hit you as you were thrown into the blue. Coming up for air, you stood waist deep in water, smoothing your now soaked hair back, you were met with a hysterically laughing Chris

  “You son of a-“ Swimming over to him, you immediately jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down into the water with you. Making sure he was as equally saturated as you.

  He pulled you both out this time, you still firmly clinging onto him in the Koala position. Laughing you both passed, looking into each other’s eyes, you kissed his salty lips again as he held you against him in the water, under the moonlight. And in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all. 

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Do u ever read a friend’s fic and it’s like holy shit how do you consider me qualified to talk to you?

Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time. 

Because they were right. 

Like always. 

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious. 

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been. 

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was. 

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory. 

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage.  The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it. 

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door. 

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm. 

CHRIS’S POV 

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight? 

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me. 

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous. 

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks. 

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.” 

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too. 

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect. 

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it. 

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.  

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows. 

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it. 

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you. 

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”  

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned. 

“Gladly.” He smirked. 

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city. 

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.” 

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car. 

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down. 

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”  

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours. 

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms. 

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you. 

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light. 

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen. 

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.”  The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

 You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!” 

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair. 

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.  

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.” 

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.  

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders.  Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you. 

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket. 

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes. 

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you. 

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”  

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy. 

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”  

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.” 

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces. 

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.” 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you. 

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms. 

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kryptonite

Kryptonite

Pairing: Bouncer!Chris Evans x Exotic Dancer!Reader

Summary: Most men come into your club feeling like superman: completely invincible. Little do they know what lurks around the corner when their confident and entitled mindset convinces them to cross a line.

Warnings: The reader is put in an uncomfortable situation and touched without consent. The reader is threatened. Mild violence. Language. Mention of drugs and alcohol. Let me know if I missed anything :)

A/N: I'm not really a fan. But I've been in such a rut. I needed something to help get the gears turning and whipped this out. Hopefully you guys like it!

W/C: 1.9k

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Two greedy hands clawed at your ass, fingernails biting into the soft skin. Your jaw clamped together as you masked your irritation with a sultry grin. “Oh, honey.” You shook your head, leaning back on your heels. “You can look…” You paused, reaching around him to press the concealed panic button just behind his greasy hair. “But you can’t touch.” 

You pushed off of the velvet couch to stand, thankful you could no longer feel his tiny dick pressed against you. The muscles in his jaw ticked, the heat in his eyes shifting from lust to rage.

It was always this kind of man who felt like the rules didn’t apply to him. He paid for a lap dance, yet felt entitled to the full package. For a measly $200, he assumed that you were his property. His to grab, his to kiss. Men like him had spent the last twenty-something years being coddled by mommy and told they were the most handsome on Earth with women and success at their fingertips when they were mediocre at best.  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

Men like him thought less of people like you, yet paid and bragged about the services they received. 

Men like him sauntered into this club feeling as untouchable as Superman, thinking a measly $200 bought them the world. 

But if they were Superman, Chris was kryptonite. 

“I paid you,” He gritted out through clenched teeth. 

Your eyebrow shot up. “For a lap dance. Touching,” you explained, creating a little distance between the two of you and leaning against the back wall as if to emphasize your point, “is extra. Like we discussed.” 

His left eye twitched and your stomach churned nervously, your ears searching for the heavy footfall of Chris’s boots over the music. 

Chris was never too far away, but it was Saturday night after all. The club was packed, and the girls were busy. It wasn’t his fault if he was pulled away, dealing with another sleazy, washed-up Frat boy that couldn’t respect one simple rule. 

Still. 

You’ve seen the anger of a man like this and what they were capable of a little high or drunk and you had no desire to be on the receiving end. 

Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you did your best to feign nonchalance despite the way your heart rate kicked up behind your ribs at the twitch of this guy’s hand. 

After a few seconds of deep concentration, the inferno raging behind his hazel eyes was calm and still. A chill crawled down your spine like a spider scurrying away from the light and you did your best to control the shudder than ran through you. 

“Have a seat, sweetheart. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” There was an edge to his voice that told you his pleasantries meant absolutely nothing.

“That’s not how it works, sweetheart.” 

His jaw hardened and you steeled yourself, knowing Chris would be here in just a second. “I don’t really think you’re in the position to be arguing.” 

You quirked a brow and crossed your arms over your chest. “What exactly are you threatening?” 

This man had the audacity to smirk. Fucking men. You’d give anything to be able to walk around the world with the cockiness and sense of invincibility that an average-looking white man does. 

He relaxed back into the velvet couch, stretching his arms out across the top and spreading his legs, taking up as much space as he could. You thought that maybe he was trying to intimidate you but the sheer amount of armpit sweat soaking his shirt had you fighting off a laugh.

He lifted his hand in a lazy gesture to the empty room. “We’re alone. I paid you to perform a service.” His hazel eyes shifted over the dark, small room before returning to you. “No cameras. My word against yours. I think we both know how this ends.”  

Fighting against the snarl that threatened to curl your lip, you leveled him with a glare. “I think I know how this ends. I think you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” 

Your body relaxed and a satisfied smirk pulled at the corner of your mouth as Chris’s heavy steps thundered down the hall. “Good luck,” you winked, backing away from the door a few seconds before it was shoved open. 

Chris stood in the doorway, his eyes darkened with rage. They softened marginally as he did a once over to make sure you were okay, then turned back to the douchebag sitting on the couch who was now scrambling to his feet. “You threatened my girl?” 

Now was definitely not the time to be checking him out, but holy fuck. Chris stood in the doorway, biceps bulging against the thin black t-shirt. Black and grey tattoos swirled down his arms and tapered on his hands, your name was written in beautiful cursive lettering on the skin above his knuckles. 

He wore dark wash jeans that clung to his thighs and flared ever-so-slightly over his black boots, which were planted firmly in the threshold of this room. Chris wasn’t going to budge. And this asshole had no idea what he was doing when he threatened you. 

Frat Boy was wrong about not having cameras in the room. And it certainly didn’t help his case that the second you pressed the panic button, the audio from the room was fed into the small earpiece Chris wore. He could see and hear everything. 

Though knowing Chris, he didn’t give himself a second to view the footage from the camera. The second he knew you were in danger, he came running. 

The proof was in the way his chest heaved and the way his carotid pulsed angrily under the tattooed skin on his neck. He was protective of all the girls here at Dice, but your name tattooed on his skin meant something, and he would destroy anything in his path to make sure you were safe and okay. 

Asshole threw his hands up in the air as he stood, a small laugh bursting through your lips as his hands trembled. Your eyes dropped to his crotch momentarily, half expecting to find it wet by the way he shook in front of you. 

Not so tough now, are we?

“I– I– I wasn’t doing anything. Swear!” 

Chris rolled his eyes, the muscles in his jaw rippling as he fought to keep his cool. “We’re alone? No cameras. My word against yours?” He echoed the same words this man had just spewed with confidence only a moment ago. 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips opening and closing as he frantically tried to come up with a way out of this. “Look– I mean-” 

“No,” Chris interrupted his sputtering, stepping into the room further. Large, tattooed fingers clenched into a fist before relaxing again. “I’m one shitty explanation away from beating the shit out of you. So whatever you’re going to say, make it good.” 

You relaxed, leaning against the wall with raised eyebrows, waiting to hear whatever bullshit excuse he was concocting in his head. 

“I’m sorry,” Frat Boy whispered, shifting his eyes over to you. “I’m sorry.” 

Chris rolled his eyes, his muscles softening as he made his way over to you. His index finger lifted your chin, forcing your eyes away from the cowering asshole to the man who owned your heart. “You okay?” 

“I could’ve taken him, but I just got my nails done.” You winked, smiling softly. He had a way of reading you that even you couldn’t understand. So despite the fact that you were brushing this off, he could probably tell you were a little shaken up. 

It wasn’t always easy for Chris to see you working the floor or performing on stage, but he had learned over the years just how passionate you were about dancing and he would never ask you to stop over his own jealous feelings. He was confident in your love for him and never questioned how you felt. But he could never quite control his emotions in a situation like this. 

Anyone that messed with you had Chris seeing red. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it. 

“I know, baby,” He grinned. “Stay put, I’ll be back in a second.” 

You nodded, and Chris’s finger dropped from your chin as he turned around, shielding you with his body. 

Chris had his back turned for less than thirty seconds and this guy was back to running his mouth. “Isn’t it bad practice to fuck your own girls?” He snapped. “It’s like a drug dealer. You don’t get high on your own supply.” 

His body stiffened, his back straightening as he reached out, snagging him by his collar. “You know what’s bad practice? Running your fucking mouth, asshole.” Chris shoved him into the wall by the door. “Reach into your wallet and tip my girl before I kick your fucking ass,” He growled. 

Asshole trembled in his grip, a shaky hand reaching down and pulling his wallet from his pocket. He thumbed through a few hundred dollar bills before holding them out to you. “There.” 

Chris shoved him against the wall again. “Say. Thank you."

“Thank you,” he said quietly, avoiding your amused gaze.

You snatched the money from his hand, shoving it into your bra. “My pleasure.” 

You could tell he was resisting the urge to mouth off, probably not used to being told no or put into his place. For good measure, you winked as Chris dragged him from the room by his shirt. 

Doing as you were told, you sat on the velvet couch, crossing your legs, and picking at your cuticles while you waited for Chris to return. Normally, you loved working long hours, but Chris’s protectiveness always stirred something deep in your belly and you wanted nothing more than to clock out and drag him home by his belt loops. 

Unfortunately, you didn’t get off until three and if you were here, Chris was here. 

A few minutes later, he appeared in the doorway again, his eyes raking over your body. “You sure you’re okay?” 

You nodded, standing and making your way over to him. “I’m okay.” 

Large hands gripped the barely covered skin on your hips, pulling you into his body. Chris slid his hands around to cup your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands. “Positive?” 

You raised your hands, snaking them around his neck. “Positive.” 

His blue eyes softened as he did a slow perusal of your face like he was looking for a lie. “We can go if you want.” 

“Baby, I’m okay. Really. Just another entitled frat boy,” you shrugged. “Comes with the territory.” 

Chris’s eyes darkened. “It shouldn’t.”

“I agree.” You smiled softly. 

After a deep sigh, Chris released you from his grip. “Alright,” he maneuvered the two of you so you were in front of him as you walked out of the small, private room, “Get back to work.” 

You yelped as his hand smacked against your ass, his lips stretching into a devastating grin. “Love you, baby girl.” 

You smiled and made your way down the hall, back to the main floor of the club, swaying your hips just enough to hold his attention and torture his mind for the rest of the night as you walked away. The neon pink thong you wore left little to the imagination. “Love you, too!” You called over your shoulder, shooting him a wink and laughing at the pained expression on his face. 

He was in for a long night.

Any news from WIP?

Huh?

Update: omg I’m so sorry I used my brain and actually figured out what that was. I am sorry lovelies I will get to writing soon just need a little inspiration and a big sleep 🍀🥰

Oh oh! What about Chris Evans finds out that he is going to be a dad for the first time!!!!!

Bubba

A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️

You hand fell to your mouth in a gasp as you eyed the little blue line on the stick in front of you. Tears well in your eyes. You were pregnant. 

Chris and you had been trying for months, it was a lot of good sex but also a lot of “maybe next month.” In anticipation of the red line. You and Chris were looking into IVF and were going to enquire about it next month. No matter what it took, you both were going to make sure you had the first of many babies. 

It couldn’t have come at a better time, with Chris due to arrive home from filming tomorrow night and you knew the perfect way to tell him.

“Honey I’m home.” He sung out as you heard the sound of a roller bag and jangling keys. 

You jumped from your seat in the living, Dodger, on your lap, tail wagging with excitement. 

Dodger hadn’t left your side since Chris left, 2 weeks ago. Sure, he was always cuddly and cute, but he wouldn’t stop following you around and would whine whenever you’d leave the house or go to the bathroom. Something told you; he knew even before you did. 

You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you. 

“Hold, good boy.” The pup delicately grabbed the stick in his mouth. 

“Dodger stays, ok honey?” You whispered to the pup. Making your way out to the entryway to meet Chris. 

“There’s my girl.” Chris pulled you into a dramatic kiss, your back arching to give him more access to your mouth.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, you?”

“Happy to be home so I can snuggle my favourite girl and-.”

His head shot up in curiosity, he pinged the lack of puppy excitement, no dog nails clacking on the floorboards. 

“Dodger… where are you buddy?”

With the sound of his dad’s voice booming through the house, Dodger came bulldozing into the foyer.

“Hey buddy, hey hey! I’m home.” Chris let you go, crouching down to meet his furry friend.

“Hey what you got there? That a new toy?” Chris grabbed the plastic from the dog’s mouth, unwrapping its tight seal to figure out what the hell was underneath.

“What the hell is this, Y/N, did you-“  

You could see the gears in his head turning as he registered the stick in front of him, blue cap and white long body, he had seen one of these before, plenty of times in the last month but one thing made this particular test different. Two sharp red lines. 

“No way.” He whispered.

“No fucking way.” You stood off to the side, hands nervously fidgeting as Dodger, unaware of what was going on, thrashed his head between the two of you wondering if he had done a good job.

Chris finally looked up to face you, eyes already becoming red and watery at the news.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Well, yes, but I haven’t gone to the doctors yet but I did it yesterday and I didn’t want- OMG.” Not letting you finish, Chris pulled you into him, lifting you off the ground.

“We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents!” He jumped around with you in his arms ecstatic at the news. 

Promptly falling out of his haze of excitement into dad mode;

“Oh my god! Wait you’re pregnant sorry… sorry… sorry little bean, you, ok? That was, ok? Do you need to sit down? Was I too rough?” His arms falling softly to your waist, inching towards your soft stomach, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m ok haha I’m only a couple of weeks according to the test.”

Pulling you into his arms, his hand falling to stroke your hair. 

“Jesus, I knew you looked more beautiful than when I last saw you but wow you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world Y/N, I’m going to be a dad… finally.” 

He choked up at the final statement, all he had ever wanted was right in his arms at this very moment and he didn’t know whether to cry from joy or continue jumping from excitement. 

You cranked your head up to look at him, smiling with glee at his reaction. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You said, earnestly. 

“You. Are going to be an amazing mom.” He beamed at you, seriousness laced in his voice, believing every word he spoke. 

“Thanks baby… Doctor’s appointment is Friday, it’s not an ultrasound just a test to confirm.”

“I still want to go. Every appointment, baby shop, birthing class, private doula… whatever you need from this moment on I will be there.” 

“I don’t think I could do it without you there, I’m beside myself with nerves.”

“You’ll be a natural… have you told ya ma?”

“No, you’re the first person to know… besides Dodger, little bubbas hasn’t stop following me around.”

“Good boy, keeping bubba safe.” Dodger beamed at the praise he so desperately needed from his master.

“Do you want to tell people yet or wait? Up to you honey.” Chris stroked your arm, lovingly. 

You couldn’t help but appreciate how selfless he was about it all. You know the next 9 months that if you said jump, he’d say how high.

“I kinda want to just stay in this little bubble for a bit… all 4 of us you know? To be sure.”

“Sounds perfect my dear.” He planted a kiss on your lips, then crouched down.

“I love you already.” He whispered on your clothed belly, placing a delicate kiss as you ran your hands through his hair.