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oh oh i got inspiration request from sr. (rdj dad, netflix documentary) so could you write about chris evans decided to do a Netflix documentary movie from how he became celeb to how he met his girlfriend, reader.

Boston Boy: Chris Evans Doco

A/N: OK I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS SCENARIO FOR SO LONG. I ADORE THE CONCEPT. Me being a very visual person, I was like... how do I execute this? It was gonna be gifs but then I thought no like let's get that audio visual thang going. So I present to you my shitty little video montage that I spent 2 hours on my laptop trying to figure out, scouring the internet for clips (they're not mine... clearly please dont sue). I kind of set it out as the single interviews, and then you guys getting asked questions by interviewers at home and then all those little scenes.

So when you watch my poorly done video, firstly, don't judge, secondly, imagine it as little home video clips of you. I HAD TO DO IT. MY BRAIN WOULDNT LET ME POST THIS UNLESS I DID IT.

Please enjoy xo.

1v1 Chris Interview

Interviewer: What’s one song that describes Y/N?

“Killer Queen. No question.” He smirked, resting his chin on his fingers.

< Video Montage of you starts with the music >

She’s just… yeah… you know you don’t meet someone like that every day and the fact that I get to spend every day with her makes me the luckiest man alive.

<Scene changes to you getting comfy on your couch, pulling up a blanket and holding a cup of tea. The room is dark being light by the various warm lights in your living room. You’re in your pyjamas.>

Interviewer: You guys ready?

Y/N: Oh, this is starting already! God, I haven’t even done my makeup.

CE: You look fine. It’s a documentary babe it’s supposed to be informal.

Chris pulled your feet up over his lap, settling in next to you.

Y/N: I still would have done my hair! I’ve never done an interview for anything besides a job, so this is a little different.

Interviewer: Just think of it as you’re in your living room chatting with friends.

Y/N: Alright shoot!

Interviewer: So, Y/N, I guess it’s funny because you don’t have a profession in the industry you had no aspirations of being famous and you’ve just been thrusted into this spotlight… what’s that like?

Y/N: I mean… it’s definitely different. And I’d be lying if I say I didn’t you know think on it and it’s hard because you have to really question is this guy, I’m seeing worth it? You know? That sacrifice of your privacy or your mundane life. Like yeah, the trips and the nice house and hotels and the events are all great and I can’t complain but you know you give a part of yourself up. That part of you that can go to the grocery store in sweatpants, the one where your whole life doesn’t come up when you google yourself. That was hard but you know I had to kind of follow my heart and I decided yeah you know; I really like this guy and why not? Sometimes you gotta take a risk and follow your heart and I’m glad I did it but I don’t think I’d do this for anyone else.

CE: Would you say I’m worth it now?

Chris smirked at you

Y/N: I’d definitely say you’re worth it.”

Interviewer: And what would you say is the hardest part?

Y/N: Well, you know no one wants to be disliked and that’s always hard to have that rejection but imagine that but from thousands of people who have never met you, don’t know you from a bar of soap who then go online and tell you that. You know that they don’t like you because you’re ugly and fat and you’re a gold digger. Let the record show, I have a really good job that I love so his money was not what did it for me. Especially, since I’m the one who always buys the coffees.

CE: That part killed me…. There’s this girl, you know, my girl that I love and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and people are just going around online spewing all this hate about her, you kind of feel it’s your fault… ya know? She didn’t choose this life, I did but by extension it’s her life now. I just don’t think she deserves it. The gold digger comment on the other hand is hilarious, I think I owe her $1000 in coffees. She gets weird if I buy her a nice present on her birthday, she’s definitely not after my money.

Y/N: I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s your fault though like I knew what I was getting into, and I agreed to it getting into a relationship with you.

CE: It’s still not fair though. I have this need to protect her, ya know, that’s my job to make sure she’s safe and I can’t protect her from everything and that’s hard.

Y/N: I know honey I know.

You patted his thigh hoping the ease the pain in his voice.

Y/N: I’ve kind of grown immune to it now, these people don’t know me or my relationship so I’m able to kind of shut that out. It’s as simple as putting the phone down.

Interviewer: What’s the best part then?

Y/N: Not having to pay rent in Boston.

CE: Ya kidding!

Y/N: It’s a really tough market!

Y/N: No in seriousness, I live a really privileged life with the man I love. I had a great life before, but I think being in love and having a person makes you feel complete.

Interviewer: So, we’ll set the scene, an A-lister movie star comes up to you on a night out and starts talking to you… what’s going through your head? How did you feel? Starstruck?

Y/N: He looks like every other white dude, so I didn’t clock it immediately but when I did I thought I was being punkd or something.”

CE: Oh come on!

Y/N: No seriously and I’ve told you this I was super suspicious about it. Yeah sure, I’ve had guys come up to me in clubs but having someone who you know could have anyone they wanted, and you know I’m not the beauty standard, I don’t fit the mould of bombshell, I’m curvy and loud and I laugh like a drunk witch I just didn’t think that I was someone he’d be interested in.

CE: Speak for yourself I love your laugh.

Interviewer: So, Chris why did you go up to her?

CE: Well firstly, look at her. I mean I first saw her and I think that was kind of the first time in my life I ever got taken back by someone… I’m a big believer in love at first and I think I had that moment of “wow there she is. That’s the girl I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.” and it’s not just her looks either she had this energy about her that was addictive and I wanted to be a part of. She was laughing and I could see the faces of the people around her they just seemed so entertained and engaged by whatever she was saying. She’s one of those people you kind of just gravitate to because she has that gift of lighting up a room. She reminds me of a quote I read once, she’s like a sunrise, she doesn’t care if you watch her rise or not she will continue to be beautiful even if no one bothers to look.

Y/N: He had this big grin talking to me the whole time and I thought oh maybe that’s an actor thing where you’re not allowed to stop smiling.

Interviewer: But you thought you were getting punkd…

Y/N: If not punkd, that he was kind of just looking for a one-night fling. Admittedly, I judged him. Definitely. I had read the tabloids, I didn’t understand why someone like him was single, it was suspicious.

CE: It’s because I hadn’t met you yet.

Y/N: Well, we know that now but back then I think I put a wall up because I didn’t want to get hurt. Getting your heartbroken by a celebrity isn’t just as simple as you block their number, his face is everywhere, I’d have to boycott certain movies. I’d be embarrassed by the fact that I trusted some playboy movie star and thought that I was special enough he wanted to be with me.

CE: God you were soooo wrong sweetheart

Y/N: I can admit that now! But yeah, it’s definitely weird trying to navigate his intentions. But he made it pretty clear from the start.

CE: She said no like 50 times.

Interviewer: You said NO?

The interviewer put on a faux gasp.

Y/N: I had my walls up I just don’t think I was willing to be fucked around by Captain America. But I think I realised he was being genuine when he was scheduled to leave to go to some other event and his people came over to kind of get him out and he looked them in the eye and said “no, I’m in the middle of something important.” I was like oh god this man is DETERMINED.

CE: You were important, I refused to leave you alone until you at least agreed to one date.

Y/N: We would of been there all night if I was more stubborn.

CE: Thank god you caved to my good looks and charm.

Y/N: Yeah that and you also promised me a pasta dinner… that’s my advice to all the girls watching never turn down a good meal especially if the guy is paying.

CE: I learnt early on good food is the way to your heart.

Y/N: And then every date after that he’d bring me chocolate like boxes of truffles or those big industrial packs of Reece’s.

CE: She loves Reece’s.

Interviewer: So how do you keep this spark alive? Seems like you two are really in love even after facing some challenges that normal couples wouldn’t.

CE: Sex.

Y/N: Chris!

CE: What? I can’t say that? Look I’m a man, who is lucky he gets to go to bed most nights with a beautiful woman I think that’s a really good part of our relationship that I can’t see going away anytime soon.

Y/N: Intimacy is definitely there that’s for sure but I think also even when you are away we are constantly communicating and planning to do things we enjoy together.

CE: Yeah, when I come home from filming or a press tour my first priority is making sure we have that time to reconnect whether it’s a week, a day or even just a few hours doing something with her and no one else makes me feel a little bit more human again.

Interviewer: Would you say your job makes you feel less human?

CE: In a way yeah, I mean, I’m playing another character 24/7 and I love my job don’t get me wrong but you’re on set for hours every day and then you get pushed into interviews and you have to be “on” all the time you know smiling and answering the same questions for hours. I think that’s why a lot of actors do seem unhappy and it’s because they don’t get to come home to someone who wraps you in this hug of quotidian. I’m Chris Evans most of the time but I come home and to her I’m just “Chrissy baby” and she doesn’t expect me to act a certain way, I can just be myself and pretend for a few hours that I’m just this normal guy coming home to his wife after a day of work.

Y/N: Girlfriend. He means girlfriend. We aren’t married.

CE: Not yet but it’s definitely on the cards. Sorry I slip up a bit, it feels like we are married but yeah no secret wedding or anything.

Interviewer: Have you guys talked about marriage and kids, we know Chris is set on a big Boston family..

CE: Oh, every day.

Y/N: It’s definitely in the works, Chris and I have a similar background in the fact we are big family people so it’s a no brainer that in a couple of years you’ll see me popping out babies.

CE: But for now, we are enjoying life just us and Dodger.

Y/N: Yeah, there’s no rush. It’ll happen though.

Interviewer: How many kids is the perfect number?

Y/N: 3

CE: 4

Interviewer: 3 or 4 which is it?

CE: My number is actually coming down from 5 but obviously it’s her body so if after 3 she feels up for one more, I won’t say no but whatever makes her happy.

Y/N: I need to see how I feel but I’m confident that Chris will be one of those hands-on dads, so I won’t be left alone with 4 kids under 4 running around.

CE: Oh, definitely not, stay at home daddy over here.

Interviewer: Seems you two have given lots of thought to it any baby names?

CE: The baby names are safely locked up in Y/N notes app but yeah, we’ve sorted that out.

Y/N: I’m not spoiling them.

You grin at the gorgeous man next to you.

< Chris’s voice over as scenes of you two moving around airports, packing bags and messing around in green rooms plays >

Life is crazy for me right now; you know with ASP and all these upcoming movies and projects. I don’t think that’s something I’d be able to do if I didn’t have her. She is singlehandedly keeping my engine running. Because there are days when it gets too much, and you have so many different opinions coming your way as to what you should do and how you should act. And there she is, right next to me or a phone call away and I can just turn to her. I definitely value her opinion above anyone else’s and that’s because I think she only gives it when I ask or when she thinks I need to hear it. She knows me better than myself so if she says, “Hey slow down.” I listen because she knows. I know its cheesy, but she is my rock, she is the calm I crave amongst chaos and a minute in her arms helps me get up to do another day.

She inspires me every day, the way she gets up and works tirelessly for others, pursues her passion and is unapologetically herself. They say you’re attract to people who have what you lack, and I think her confidence to say, “Hey you may not like it but I’m not going to conform to what you want me to be.” Is something I admire, and I think being around someone like that really gives me that bit of confidence to kind of shush the anxiety. There’s a certain intelligence that comes with knowing it’s not worth it to change yourself to appease others and that’s why when I say she is the smartest person I know, I mean that.

She’s not just my best friend, she’s, my soulmate.

All These Things and More

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx)

Word Count: 2.8 K

Summary: Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Cute little baby vibes, Ransom as a soft dad, Minx as a good mom, a little bit of angst, going overboard for the holidays, pining. Lactation kink, breast play, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, allusion to fingering, female receiving oral, creampie, edging, overstimulation, and anal.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask. This is a companion piece to Coercion and Marshmallow World.

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Ransom rolled over into a pile of pink cuteness.

You were dead asleep in your custom pink chiffon nursing nightgown, and his daughter, dressed in a flowery pink footed sleeper, had wiggled out of your arms and was sitting up, staring at him with the biggest, prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

Ransom frowned when he realized that you must have gotten up to get her from the nursery in the middle of the night instead of waking him. He’d told you about getting your rest. But Golden was going through a growth spurt and had taken to waking up in the middle of the night after a few months of sleeping through. 

Ransom’s frown melted as his daughter smiled and laughed at him, waving cutely. Another woman had his heart now and her puff of blonde curly hair and light brown skin made her the most beautiful baby in the world, he thought.

Especially since he thought she looked just like you.

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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

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Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky. 

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank. 

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze. 

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top. 

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed 

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?" 

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer. 

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.” 

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.” 

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.” 

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip. 

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…” 

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift. 

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.” 

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off. 

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip. 

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you. 

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side. 

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile. 

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek. 

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen. 

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.” 

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle. 

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice. 

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly. 

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her. 

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor. 

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically. 

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock. 

She shook her head. 

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her. 

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed. 

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her. 

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down. 

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.” 

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her. 

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.” 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word. 

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper. 

oh my gawd!!! I miss you so much!!! Question, i know you got the ick but will you only write CE'S characters only

First sooo much love made me think of this

If ya know ya know…

I’m going through a period of separating a persons public persona from who they are and their actions. It’s a huge comfort having videos of him from 2013/2014 and I don’t think anyone is too far from redemption.

So in saying that, no but I’m still not ready to write yet. Thank you for your patience 💕💕

Me in bed watching Before We Go

For you @atoosa22 💕☘️

Baby gazing

Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere 18+ just in case as always nothing but fluff chris being a dad if thts a warning

I woke up suddenly. Not to a baby crying or a shrieking but rather me reaching out and finding a cold spot a very cold spot

"Chris?" I said softly maybe he was in the bathroom or I don't know. I sat up. Still confused. The ensuite was open slightly the light was on

"Chris?" I said into the opening I heard nothing opened the door fully and walked in. It was empty. So I turned the light off and closes the door. He would've heard me if he was in the walk in but if he was there instead of bed I'd murder him. Why I dont know. I blame hormones.

"Chris?" I hiss out the door. I didnt hear anything. And Sodger wasn't here because of the baby. The baby. Of course but the bed was very cold. I quietly walk to where the Nursery is, not too far from our room and the door is open and hes just standing there staring.

I wish I had my phone to take a few pictures. My phone. Ugh what am I in a bad horror movie I should always take my phone.

I walk up to him taking his hand

"Chris, honey what are you doing?"

"Watching her."

"She sleeping."

"I know she's so beautiful look at her so peaceful."

"She is isn’t she. And her hair. I think she has the cutest curls." I really wanted to play with them but now was not the time. If she woke up she'd want cuddles and to eat and my body heat or Chris for the rest of the night and mamas gotta sleep so does dada but his brain isn't receiving memos correctly

" I went to get water and I wanted to check on her."

"You got water from the bathroom."

He had turned and looked at me

"You left the light on. Not exactly the on the way back from the bathroom."

"I took a detor"

"I can tell," I wisper, "pretty far detour considering it's not in our room. Babe you have camera and monitors. Shes fine. Look I love her just like you but we need rest hon. Hes pouting and it's the cutest thing ever but its not making me change my mind and what let him stand here hours on end. Nope.

I get Chris to come back to bed and lay across his torso like dead weight because I know what will happen the ninute I fall a sleep and he chuckles.

"Is it so bad to want to watch my baby girl." He plays with my hair.

"I guess not but what if she does something so unbelievably cute or starts to climb and your miss it cause your tired?" I pout

"Or even more, trying to watch two of them you have less than nine months to figure it out." I smirk turning on my side

What?

"You heard me," I smirk. I play Chris like a fiddle. Hopefully he'll get some sleep, after all we're watching our friends baby for the weekend. But I have a feeling Chris won't figure it out for a bit. Hehehe

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Please send me fluff or angst

I know we are all horny dogs but I can only write “throbbing member” so many times, people. I can even add smut towards the end but PLEASE, I BEG, send me fun fluff or angst.

I can also write about ~most~ male characters! I’ve been around a couple of fandoms, stan communities etc so if you’re not sure If I write about them just ask! Thank you babies 🥰🤠

Moments: Six

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Word Count: ~8k

Warnings: A little of everything: smut, fluff, angst, language, alcohol.

Note: As usual, the italics are flashbacks. I tried to give us some tidbits of the time they’ve been together without writing out six months! Bolds are text. I’m aware that the timeline in the real world of movie releases and shooting is off; it’s a work of fiction so I manipulated things to work in my favor… or I was as vague as possible to avoid anyone noticing.

This got filthier each time I came back to it. I’m not sorry; I’m into these two horndogs.

Moments Masterlist

2014: Washington DC (6 months together)

Chris: flight just landed, see you soon Y/N: 💋can’t wait to see you Chris: hope you didn’t make plans… Y/N: get here quick or i’ll start without you

Y/N hit send on the last message and then stared at the last picture she’d taken. She was heavily debating sending it to him. It had been two very long months since they’d seen each other and both Chris and Y/N were very open about how they planned to spend at least half of their time together.

She took a deep breath and attached the picture. It was simple and tasteful should it fall into the wrong hands, but did not leave a whole lot to the imagination. It was Y/N’s reflection in her floor-length mirror, sitting on the end of her bed in one of his flannels that she’d stolen the last time she saw him; the shirt was all the way unbuttoned and she had nothing on under it. She’d artfully draped the bottom of the shirt across her thighs to cover herself… but she was quite pleased with it.

Chris: i’m in public 🥵️ Y/N: seems like a you problem

She giggled to herself before standing up from the end of the bed. She examined herself from several angles before deciding to simply turn her back to the mirror and drape her arm over the top of her head, making the flannel rise and expose the curve of her ass; she smirked over her shoulder into the mirror. She hit send and was not surprised when she got another immediate response.

Chris: bunny, i’m wearing sweats Chris: this is cruel

Y/N didn’t respond to those, opting instead to saunter into the living room of her condo while she buttoned 2-3 of the buttons on the shirt and then poured herself a glass of wine. Once she was tucked under a blanket on the sofa, she flipped her phone back open and went to one of her albums of photos she and Chris had taken together or sent to each other in the six months together.

They weren’t all scandalous, but plenty of them were. She scrolled quickly through several of him shirtless in low-slung sweats or his boxer briefs; she didn’t need any help riling herself up right now. Y/N slowed down when she got to the last time she’d visited him in LA two months ago. The LA trip was four months into their relationship but was the first chance for her to see the Hollywood side of Chris.

LA: 4 months together

Chris stretched luxuriously in his California king, the sunlight glowing behind the drawn curtains. He blinked open slowly, reaching towards the other side of the bed to pull Y/N’s warm body closer to his. When his hands came up empty and he found her space cold and empty, he fluttered his eyes all the way open and forced himself to sit up.

It was barely 7a, but he knew his little east coast girl had probably been awake for hours. She’d been at his LA home for three days and couldn’t seem to get acclimated to the time difference. Chris started to push himself out of bed when he heard the creak of the floorboards and looked up to see Y/N tiptoeing back into the room with two mugs in hand. He watched her use her elbows to try to push the bedroom door closed again and couldn’t help but laugh at her face when she used too much force and the door closed with a loud thud.

“Sorry, babe, did I wake you?”

“I was just coming to find you,” he took the cup of coffee from her and turned to put it on the nightstand, “how long have you been up?”

Y/N crawled back into bed and Chris took note of the way his ratty old Adidas t-shirt she was in made her look so effortlessly sexy. “About two hours,” she said sheepishly as she accepted his open arms and snuggled into him.

“Not bad this time! By the time you leave, you’ll be sleeping until 9,” he grinned and kissed the top of her head. She’d tucked herself into his side and hitched her leg up over his hip. He held his arm around her shoulder while she played with the hair on his chest and his other hand came to rest on her knee. A silence fell over them while they both took at the moment. Being next to each other, being able to touch each other and hear the other's breathing was a rare commodity and this moment was precious. In their four months together, they’d managed to visit each other several times and spoke on FaceTime most days– sometimes just for a quick five-minute call and sometimes for hours.

“What time do the festivities start today?”

Chris sighed and shifted in bed enough to reach his coffee and take a long sip, “you mean the chaos?”

“Aren’t you excited?”

He snorted, setting his coffee back down and readjusting her so she was as tightly wrapped around him as possible; he couldn’t get enough of her weight pressed against him and her heartbeat tapping against his skin. “This is the part of my job I really loathe.”

Y/N was silent, letting him gather his thoughts, and eventually, he continued, “I love acting, I love bringing a character to life and making people happy. I love telling these stories. But I hate the cameras flashing and the microphones in my face and the same question from ten different people and making sure I don’t fuck up in an interview.”

“That does seem stressful,” her fingers were now tracing his tattoos, “and there is no way to avoid any of that?”

He shrugged, jostling her body slightly, “it comes with the territory. I just wish you could be there.”

She lifted her head and looked at him carefully, “Why? I thought your team said it was a bad idea.”

“I shouldn’t have told you that,” he sighed heavily, “it’s not a bad idea. It’s just a risk because of the attention that’ll fall on you if you walk the red carpet with me or you’re seen holding my hand at the after-party. And believe me, I wouldn’t let you out of my arms if you were with me.” He ran his fingers up her spine, lifting the shirt she was wearing and exposing her backside. “But I want you there. You’re just… you make me…” he let the words hang heavily in the air between them while he stared at her. Then he finished, “I’m calmer when I’m with you.”

Chris’s hand ran back down her back and settled on her ass, squeezing it gently before offering a playful slap. It made Y/N yelp and pull away, “Christopher!” She moved to sit up but he was faster– he rolled himself on top of her, the sheet that had been covering his naked body slid away and he settled himself in between her legs. He trailed kisses across her neck while his hands pushed the shirt up her body to expose her breasts and kneed one in his hands. He moved his face towards her lips to kiss her but instead of moaning as she often did when his hands were on her, she made a noise of disgust. “Evans, I love you, but your morning breath is on another level, go take care of that, and then we can pick this up.” She laughed, pushing at his chest but he was frozen above her, his eyes wide.

“What?”

Y/N made a face, “no one has told you your breath smells? C’mon, Hollywood, even you’re not immune.”

“No, you said…” He was gaping at her, still holding a breast in one hand and anchoring his weight with the other. He was breathing his morning breath directly on her face, making her squirm, but he didn’t care. He needed to be sure he’d heard her right. He needed to be sure this was happening.

“What did I–OH!” Her brain caught up to her mouth and she realized what had come tumbling out. She felt heat creep up her neck and cheeks and her hands flew up from where they’d been on his chest to cover her face.

Gently, he rearranged his body to cradle her head in one hand and use the other to pry her hands away from her face. Begrudgingly she let him. “I’m going to kiss you now, bad breath or not.”

“You are?” Her voice was small and she held her bottom lip between her teeth. “Are you sure?”

“I love you too, Y/N,” Chris grinned at her before slotting his lips across hers and kissing her, pushing his tongue into her mouth– but that was where she drew the line.

“Okay seriously, toothbrush, we can make out after.” He chuckled as he rolled off of her and sauntered into the ensuite. Y/N watched his ass as he left and he knew it; he threw a wink over his shoulder and wiggled it at her before closing the door behind him. She pulled the covers up over her face and squealed.

Once he was back out of the bathroom, he crawled back across the bed and sprawled on his back, pulling Y/N on top of him to kiss her while she was pressed against him. He pulled her shirt over her head and moved her body up so she hovered over his face and he could slowly, painstakingly feast on her. Before she could hit her high, she pulled off of him, turned around, and slid down his body to take him in her own mouth. He kept working her over, adding his fingers inside of her or using his hands to pull her apart. She continuously had to stop her work to breathe heavily or let out a low moan before returning to him.

Y/N crashed over the edge first, again needing to pause to cry out and pant heavily before finishing him off and collapsing on top of him. She was well aware of her glistening sex directly in his face but she didn’t care. She was so content and relaxed feeling their bodies pliant and pressed together.

All too fast, Chris’s alarm went off to remind him that his team would be arriving soon to do all the prep for premier day. After a shower together, she sat beside him, watching him prep for questions, be primped and poked and prodded, and then he dragged out to the waiting town car- not before a searing kiss- and leaving her alone in his beautiful, huge home.

It made her sad. She knew it was to protect her and her privacy, but she didn’t want it anymore. They’d been photographed before and speculations had flown around before dying down. Chris was cavalier and handsy in public, always with a hand in her back pocket, on her waist, a kiss on her cheek or forehead or lips. It wasn’t a secret they were together- even if it hadn’t been officially confirmed by his team- and it made her sad to be left behind for such a big moment.

Chris text her from the car, then even from inside the theater- he missed her, needed her presence, and couldn’t wait to have her on the red carpet with him someday. Yet she still couldn’t shake her growing sadness and questioned if this would work. If his team would always get the final say. She’d commit to him for life tomorrow if he asked, but she couldn’t do it if it came with all these rules. It didn’t help that she’d taken Chris’s team up on a few drinks while he got ready- something he usually did- and once he left, she opened a bottle of wine.

She allowed herself to wallow and her anxiety to spike while she snuggled into the couch and drank more. She turned her phone off and left it on the kitchen counter, opting to give herself a full drunken pity party and watch old episodes of Gilmore Girls.

The front door slammed and startled Y/N; she sat up quickly and pulled the blanket over her head- as if that would stop an intruder.

“Y/N!” Chris’s voice barked from the front door. She could hear his footsteps in his dress shoes but opted not to take the blanket off of her or respond to him. She just slithered back down. She heard him come to a stop and would’ve bet money his hands were on his slim hips. He repeated his name softer- he was standing over the sofa.

“What.”

“Your last text said ‘maybe I should go home’ and then you didn’t respond again. For 45 minutes. I was worried you actually left, so I came home.”

The blanket was still over her but she shrugged and then hiccuped.

“Are you alright?” She could hear his voice dripping with barely hidden anxiety.

“No.”

“What’s going on baby?” The couch cushions shifted when his weight sat next to her. His hand was heavy on her hip as he pulled the blanket away from her face. He stifled a laugh when he saw her hiccuping and clearly drunk; she was adorable. “Babe?” He prompted again.

“I’m hungry.”

He was grinning. She didn’t need to look at him to know that, “is that the problem? You’re hungry? I can feed you.”

“You don’t have what I want,” she stuck out her bottom lip and whined.

“I’ll go to the store and get you whatever you want.”

“Why would you do that? You’re a movie star who’s too important for me and I’m not good enough to be with. Why would you bother going to the store for me? Aren’t you supposed to be at some fancy Hollywood party?”

He sighed, “is that what this is about honey?”

She was crying. She wasn’t even aware of it through her hiccups and snot, but she nodded weakly. Chris pulled her gently by the shoulders and dragged her up and into his lap.

“Baby, I fucked this up. I should’ve pushed for you to come. Tonight should’ve been with you by my side. I’m proud of you and I love you and I shouldn’t have let it pan out this way. Hey,” he jostled her, using his forefinger and thumb to tilt up her chin. “You are the most important person in my life. It’s been four months but I know I’m going to marry you. You’re it. You should’ve been there tonight. I’m so sorry it made you feel like you aren’t good enough for me. You’re so far out of my league, baby,” he kissed her nose and her cheeks, and her forehead. Using his thumbs, he tenderly wiped tears away and kissed her lips gently. “Talk to me, Y/N.”

She was quiet while she tried to calm down her blubbering.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re killing me. Please talk to me.”

She tucked her face into his chest and mumbled against his Dolce suit. If she’d been sober, she would’ve spent far more time admiring him in his dapper outfit for the evening. His hair was growing back and his Cap muscles were still intact and required his suit to be perfectly tailored to his sinewy body. But alas, she was far from sober and burrowed deeper into his chest. He pulled her away and asked her to repeat herself and she said, “I really want a Cinnamon bun.”

Chris's guffaw echoed across the room and reverberated through both of them. He patted her hips, kissed the top of her head, and moved her off of him, “I’ll get you a cinnamon bun.” He started to stand up, “do you want to come to the store with me Bun?”

“Bun?” Y/N looked up at him as she climbed off the sofa and followed him to the bedroom where he changed out of his handsome shout and into sweats. Her eyes tracked his quick movements and before she knew it, he was pulling her by the hand back out of the bedroom and to the garage.

“My drunk little Cinnamon bun. My sweet bunny,” he laughed again as he held the car door open while she climbed in, “I think it’s a good nickname for you. I poured my heart out and you asked me for pastries. I don’t want to forget this moment, so you’ll forever be my cinnamon bunny.”

In the morning, the tabloids and online outlets all had various headlines and photos from their late-night grocery run: Chris Evans Bails on Marvel Premiere to Grocery Stop with Girlfriend. Needless to say, his team was furious with both of them, Y/N was very hungover, but when Chris answered each phone call in the aftermath, he started the same way: “Confirm it. She’s not going anywhere.” She continued to scroll through those visit photos and then entered more photos that had been sent during their time apart, more shirtless, more from bed, more that made her heart race, and then got to the pictures from her second Prague visit, just about three months into their relationship. They’d gone sightseeing, they’d been to dinner together, and they’d been able to be a normal couple in the early stages of a relationship while they could remain inconspicuous tourists to most people.

Chris had taken several days off of shooting to take her to museums and on dates, to spend one whole rainy day together in his hotel room, and to introduce him to some of the people he was working with. By that point, they’d hit a rhythm and had gotten to know each other much better. They were calling most days and spending hours on the phone. No matter how tired they were, they always made the time to call– it was new and exciting– and Y/N had never known that phone sex could truly be so good… especially when a delivery had arrived at her front door containing something that he could manipulate from an app in Prague.

Between Y/N’s two trips to Prague was Chris's trip back to the states for a two-week break from filming. He’d spent the first week at home in Boston visiting with his parents, his sisters, and his brother for a while…

DC: 2 months together

Chris finished loading the last of the dishes in his mother’s dishwasher before he grabbed another beer and headed back to join his family at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation about town gossip, as they always tend to fall into when the siblings are all back together when he sat down between his mom and brother.

The lull in conversation allowed Scott to start a new topic with a smirk on his face, “So Chris,” he leaned back in his chair, partially in a show of casual confidence and partially to get further away from Chris’s swatting distance, “any special lady in your life?”

Chris couldn’t stop the blush that covered his face; Scott knew damn well what he was doing. He was Chris’s confidant and knew all about Y/N. Hell, he’d been on the phone when they’d finally connected and then called incessantly the day after to find out all the details. He’d given them easily while Y/N showered and hung up quickly for fear of her catching him gushing just hours into their relationship.

He clenched his teeth and glared at his brother over his shoulder but the damage was done: his mom and sisters were at full attention now. “Chris?”

“I just– she is– we’ve been–” Chris stuttered several different responses and dropped his head, rubbing his still closely shorn hair. He took a swig of beer and then sat back in the chair, taking the opportunity to smack Scott across the chest before looking at the women around the table. “Yes.”

With practiced composure, all three of them nodded but were clearly bursting with questions. Lisa spoke first, “what’s her name?”

“Y/N.”

“Where did you meet her?”

“Prague.”

“No you didn’t,” Scott piped up, clearly loving this moment.

“Shut up,” he grunted. “We reconnected in Prague. I met her in…” he hesitated; where should he even start this story? How much energy did he have to expend on this right this second? Assuming they stayed together– and he hoped like hell they did– it would all come out, but did they have to know all the pieces right now? “I’ve known her for a while.”

“Is it someone we know?”

“Yes!” Scott piped up. “I mean you know of her.”

“So no one we’ve met before,” Lisa prodded, “how long have you been seeing her?”

“Two months, but it’s been mostly long distance. We’re still figuring things out.”

“Does she live in Prague?”

Chris shook his head, “no, she lives in DC.” Shit. He’d said too much.

Carly’s eyes widened as she processed, “you don’t have to work next week, do you?”

“No,” he said quietly, avoiding his mother’s eye contact; he’d told his family that even though he had two weeks off, he had to spend the second one in DC to work on some promotions for the latest Captain America… which wasn’t entirely untrue. He did have one meet and greet while he was there. But he’d scheduled that after he knew he was going to visit Y/N. “I’m spending the week at Y/N’s before I head back.”

“Is it serious?” Lisa asked quietly. She watched her oldest son’s face; everything about him was different. He was lighter– he had been from the moment he’d walked in the house today and every phone call she’d had with him in months. He was more clear-headed, he was calmer, he was happier. Lisa knew, even if Chris didn’t, that this woman would be different for him.

He nodded, “I think this is it,” he voiced to the quiet table. It was the first time he’d said it out loud but he’d been thinking about it since he woke up with her the very first morning. The way his heart swelled being near her and his chest ached with the need to talk to her every day, to know what she was thinking and wearing and had eaten for breakfast. He could hardly sleep if he hadn’t talked to her and even then he slept better when she was with him– he’d never had that before. He, quite frankly, didn’t always like to share a bed with someone for more than a night or two, but he craved her touch and her laugh, and hearing her voice soothe the voices in his head.

The moment was broken when Chris’s phone started to vibrate on the table and Scott snatched it before Chris could. “Look who it is!”

“Scott, c’mon, man,” Chris held out his hand to his brother who had jumped up from the table and was wiggling the phone at Chris where Y/N’s ID picture– the two of them in his trailer in Prague taken by one of his co-stars– was on the screen trying to FaceTime.

Scott stuck his tongue out at his brother. Then he turned the phone to face him, swiped across the screen, and grinned at Y/N, “hey sweetheart!”

Chris heard Y/N’s laugh, “Hi Boo, are you tormenting my boy?” Just the sound of her voice made Chris’s knees weak and he knew he was grinning. It didn’t matter how angry he was with his stupid brother, just knowing she was right there made him melt.

“He makes it too easy!”

“Be nice to him, I like him, and I owe you a broken ankle.” Chris barked a loud laugh and Scott shrugged with another smirk. The sisters and their mother exchanged confused looks.

“I’ll try,” Scott moved further away from Chris who was stalking toward him. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Yes, please.” Y/N’s sweet voice was killing Chris; he needed to see her face too.

“Scott, give him the phone,” Lisa finally chimed in when she took in Chris’s mixture of smitten, love-dumb puppy and enraged brother.

“Fine,” he sighed and stopped moving, allowing Chris to stride across the room and snatch the phone away while Scott yelled, “but I think he should introduce you to everyone since we’re all here!”

“There’s my girl,” Chris practically cooed when he got the phone in his hands and started to head toward the back porch. “I miss you, baby.”

“You’re with your whole family? I can call you back. I just missed you too. I hadn’t talked to you since you landed yesterday and I needed to see your face,” she was in her living room– still the same one he’d stormed out of three years ago– and was sitting by the windows. He could see a glass of wine on the window sill behind her; her hair was piled on top of her head and she was in a sweatshirt and her glasses. “Now that I’ve seen you, that'll give me enough to tide me over. Go hang with your family.”

Chris still hadn’t made it across the house and to the back door, so everyone was, of course, listening. Lisa grinned at Scott and whispered, “do we like her? I think we like her right?”

Scott nodded vigorously, “we love her. She’s good for him.” Then to his brother, he yelled, “Mom wants to meet her!”

“Scott!” Lisa looked scandalized and turned to Chris, “do not make that girl talk to me, that is not fair to put her on the spot like that.”

“I’m fine!” Y/N yelled back through the phone and then to Chris, “if you’re okay with it, I’d love to talk to your mom.”

Chris glanced from her to his mom, sisters, and brother, waiting anxiously at the table, and then back to Y/N. He turned his back on his family and whispered to the beautiful woman on the phone, “are you sure?”

“Only if you’re okay with it.”

The smile that spread across Chris’s face was so huge that it actually hurt. He nodded as he walked back to the table and Y/N heard the scrape of a chair while Chris shuffled. He propped his phone up on an empty bottle of wine on the table and Lisa came into the frame, taking in Y/N for the first time; Y/N waved happily and greeted her before Chris was even settled next to Lisa in the frame.

45 minutes later, Chris wasn’t sure why he’d even hesitated. Y/N had chatted easily with Lisa, asking questions and easily laughing with her; his sisters waited a whole 10 minutes before they were clambering around the phone, shoving like classic siblings to try to get closer to the phone. Eventually, they moved to the living room and took to just passing Y/N around the room to talk to people with Chris trailing her and plopping down beside whoever was speaking.

Finally, after Carly and her family had left and they’d all talked enough, he yanked the phone away from Shanna and made it out to the back patio where he walked far enough into the yard to be sure he wouldn’t be overheard. “Hey baby,” he intoned, enjoying the moment for just them. “Thanks for that.”

“They’re delightful,” she offered genuinely, taking a sip of wine and then trying to stifle a yawn, “I’m glad I can put faces to names.”

“They adore you already,” he clicked over to the texts that were coming in on the family chat– the approval messages were flying in quickly with how adorable she was, how genuine she seemed, how much they hoped she could meet her, Lisa even suggesting Thanksgiving or Christmas. He smiled at the messages and then went back to Y/N, “Mom wants to see you for the holidays. Fuck, I can’t wait to wake up on Christmas morning with you. We can be here, we can be in DC, we can be in Puerto Rico, I don’t care. I just can’t wait to be with you more, baby.”

“I can’t either,” she mused quietly, her heart swelling as she listened to him talk about the future. The holidays were months away and he wanted to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. They talked about the future in passing but this moment– after meeting his family– felt more concrete. This was it. He was it. He was the one. She listened to Chris continue to talk about potential holiday plans and smiled at him, offering encouragement and trying not to be too distracted in her daydreams of their future.

“You’re tired,” he said eventually when he saw her rub her eyes and watched her eyelids droop, “you should get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.”

“You’ll have my undivided attention, I promise,” she blew him a kiss, “but you’re right, I need some sleep. Today was long.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you,” Chris didn’t attempt to hide the longing in his voice as he continued, “I just want to kiss you every day for forever, baby. Goodnight.”

They hung up and continued to check in via phone the rest of the week– albeit less frequently than usual so that Chris could spend some real quality time with his family. By the time Tuesday rolled around, Y/N was buzzing with excitement. Chris would be here by dinner time.

He’d insisted that she not pick him up from the airport– that he could easily take a cab– but she refused, even parking and walking in to wait at baggage claim. She bounced on her feet and played with her scarf while she paced and waited.

Eventually, the carousel started to flash the flight number and passengers gathered. She strained her neck and waited for his familiar public personal- hat, shoulders hunched, moving quickly- and spotted it quickly. He was behind a couple who was ambling, arm in arm, and she could tell he was debating between steamrolling by them and letting them be.

He was too far to yell, so she pulled out her phone- seeing that his was in his hands- and sent a simple im in a red scarf by the benches text. She watched him check it when it buzzed in his hand and then look up from under the brim of his hat to scan the room.

When they finally made eye contact, she felt like a racehorse waiting to be released. She knew he wouldn’t want to draw attention to himself but Y/N was coursing with adrenaline and need. She was trembling with excitement and so relieved when he broke into a grin and jogged around the couple to get to her.

To her absolute shock, he dropped his backpack, leaned forward, and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Chris planted a very public, very emotion-filled kiss on her lips right there in the middle of Dulles baggage claim. She tucked her legs up behind her when he lifted her off the ground. He finally set her down and slid his hands into the back pocket of her jeans, giving her a quick squeeze before moving his hands to her hips and kissing her once more.

Chris knew his team would get wind of it- someone would snap a photo- and they’d be posted online and everyone would be pissed that they had to scramble.

He didn’t give a shit. She was his and she was back in his arms and he didn’t care who knew.

During his DC visit, he’d stayed mostly tucked away in her apartment, leaving to go to the gym or grab groceries, but enjoying the time relaxing at Y/N’s. She’d taken a couple of days off of work but not the whole week, so they spent a week of domestic bliss in the honeymoon phase. They’d wake up together, eat breakfast in bed, and shower together before she’d head off to work. When she got home, he’d have a simple dinner ready for her and listen to her day; he’d talk about his script and they’d run lines together. They’d finish the evening wrapped up together before falling asleep skin to skin.

And finally, she scrolled back enough in her photos to get to that first week. That first week of sex and room service. They had very few pictures from those early days– Chris had a few on his phone that no one but him could ever see– as they’d spent every minute that he wasn’t at work in his room. She’d kept her room for an additional two nights before Chris told her to cancel it and stay in his suite, to save the money and the time pretending that she’d ever sleep there again. Chris went to work, twice taking her on set to watch, and she wandered the city during the day. She’d head back to the hotel in the afternoons, usually arriving just in time for Chris to burst in the door and pounce on her. It didn’t seem to matter how exhausted he was from a day of arduous, physical scenes, he was always always ready for her. He’d taken her apart in every way possible in that short week together; she was glad they didn’t have all day together or there was no way she’d have been walking by her flight home the next Friday.

The slow scroll through their memories had taken her almost twenty minutes and she was startled when her phone buzzed in her hand.

Chris: 10 minutes

Y/N sent a quick reply and then a deep breath. Her nerves always spiked right before she saw him. The butterflies in her stomach and anticipation rising made her have to work to calm down. She took another sip of wine and went to the fridge to check if the beer she’d bought was cold enough. She then padded back to her en-suite to brush her teeth and check her makeup once more.

By the time the downstairs buzzer went off, she was pulsing with excitement and practically sprinted across the apartment to let him in. The last three minutes were the longest while she waited for him to climb the stairs and get to her. She was afraid to open the door in just the flannel- she didn’t need her neighbors catching a glimpse of too much- but she couldn’t decide where to be when he arrived. She was headed back towards the sofa when the knob turned and Chris called, “honey, I’m home,” and she couldn’t stop herself from running back across the room and into his arms. He kicked the door shut while she covered his face in kisses and he dropped his luggage to pull her against him.

“Hi, baby,” she cooed when she finally stopped kissing him long enough to look at his handsome face. “I missed you.”

“I’m all yours for 48 whole hours,” he grinned. His hands were already unbuttoning the handful of buttons she’d fastened; hers were already at his waist, yanking at the sweats he’d flown in.

“Get them off,” Y/N gasped between open mouth kisses he trailed across every bit of skin within reach. “Stop distracting me,” she whined, pulling back far enough to firmly grasp the waistband of his pants and shove them down. He kicked off his pants and shoes in one movement, only stumbling slightly but recovering to manhandle Y/N by the hips to press her chest against the back of the door.

Chris’s hands seemed to be everywhere at the same time while his lips trailed over her neck and shoulders, sucking licking, and kissing. His hands grasped handfuls of her ass, massaging and squeezing it more aggressively than he intended and unintentionally pushing her against the door; when her breath caught and he caught her eye over her shoulder, he squeezed roughly again and leaned in to murmur in her ear.

“Want a little roughhousing, bunny?”

Y/N mewed and pushed her ass back into his hands.

“Oh really,” his chuckle was dark and he slowed his movements, easing the pressure of his hands and trailing them up under the flannel and eventually pulling it off her shoulders. It drifted to the floor beside them next to his sweatpants, shoes, and luggage.

It wasn’t lost on Y/N that anyone walking down the hallway of her building could hear them pressed up against it, rattling the hinges, but she couldn’t get enough of his touch. His hands were soft and light trailing back down her shoulders, over the back of her ribs, to her hips, and finally landing with a rough smack on her ass before smoothing it over. She gasped and felt herself push into his hands again; his other hand raised off her other cheek and he landed another spank and another soothing rub, this time including a kiss as he knelt behind her.

Chris tilted her hips up and out, exposing her to him. She glistened in front of him and he used his hands to slowly pull her apart, his fingers sliding carefully through the slick. From this angle, he could see her clench and unclench around nothing. He was rock hard and his mouth watered when he took a hot lick up the center, continuing to trail up her lower back and spine to her neck, his tongue trailing across her skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. When he was standing again, his full weight leaning against the door frame and Y/N’s body, his tongue ending its travel at her earlobe and changing over to nibbling on her soft skin.

Without a word, just the sound of both of their heavy breathing, he rutted against her, his boxer briefs still a barrier between them but his bulk rubbing deliciously against her, the cotton dampening with each thrust. “I want to taste you, babe, but I need you so badly.”

“Please fuck me, Chris, please,” she was whimpering, frantically rocking her hips back into him. Y/N kept one hand on the door, bracing her weight and the other reached back to blindly grasp for the band of his briefs. She turned over her shoulder to look at him, “please, now, Chris.” She was still trying to get his shorts off and he finally stepped away from her and dropped them quickly. She turned in the process and stepped forward and taking his length in her hands before he was entirely undressed. She pumped him slowly, the way she’d come to know he liked it, squeezing and twisting her wrist occasionally as she did.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grasping the back of her head and pulling her towards him for a dirty kiss.

“Please,” was her only response, pumping faster and starting to drop to her knees. Chris stopped her and pulled her off of him, using both hands to turn her by the hips to face the kitchen island. Their hands now interlaced, he leaned forward, his chest pressed to her back, and held her hands to the marble. The tip of his nose rubbed the back of her neck, and she sighed, “don’t be gentle, Chris.”

He hummed in response, making sure her hands were planted against the counter before again dropping to his knees behind her and again pulling her open, tasting her briefly, getting her bucking against his face before he stood up and plunged into her without preface. He paused at her gasp, allowing her a moment to adjust; with his chest pressed to her back, his fingers laced with hers, her head was able to fall back against his shoulder. When she murmured, “move, baby,” he did as she asked, setting a punishing pace and force. Although it was better than pressed against the door leading to the hallway, her kitchen was still quite close to the hallway; anyone walking could hear their dirty, lewd moans and the sounds of skin slapping.

Chris didn’t have to reach around to play with her clit; she came fast and hard without it, surprising both of them– and he pushed her towards another. He clenched his teeth and moved his hands away from hers to hold her hips steady. Y/N braced her whole body against the counter and met him thrust for thrust, fucking herself back on him. The second time she came, she’d used her own hands on herself while his fingers squeezed bruises on her hips. After her second climax, he came with– quite literally– a roar and pumped his seed into her.

His body weight slumped against hers on the counter and she turned over her shoulder to lazily kiss his cheek and stroke his neck. “I love you and I miss you,” she told him quietly, enjoying the moment of their bodies still connected and their breathing in sync as they came down.

“I love you,” he kissed her shoulder, “and I miss you,” he kissed her neck, “and I think we should talk about that while I’m here,” he kissed her lips.

Y/N pulled away, “about what?”

“About how much I love you and don’t like being away from you.”

“Chris…” her voice was laced with a warning tone, “what are you thinking.”

“Right now I’m thinking that I want to pull out and go snuggle in your bed instead of the kitchen island.”

Y/N agreed, and winced when he pulled out; she’d be deliciously sore tomorrow from the places he’d just hit. She led him into the bedroom and then the ensuite, pulling him into a quick shower with just a makeout session (okay, and some heavy petting) before he went back out to the foyer to turn out the lights, lock the door, and bring his suitcase in. She was in a simple pajama set and was crawling into bed when he came back, still wrapped in a towel, and bent over to dig through his suitcase for clean underwear.

When Chris finally joined her in bed, Y/N was sitting upright and staring at him, “okay, talk please.”

“Bun, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he claimed his side of the bed and sat against the headboard. “I’ve just been thinking about us a lot.”

“Okay…” Y/N loved him, heart and soul. She loved everything about him, even the things she’d come to find annoying. She loved him, even when she didn’t always like him. But if he was about to propose, she’d say no. It wasn’t time for that yet, but his quiet demeanor was making her heart race. He held his hand out to grab hers and she let him. He interlaced their fingers and she felt the cool press of metal into her palm. Her eyes widened, and her heart race increased.

He was smirking his beautiful, perfect, stupid smirk at her and she was ready to cry. He was doing this right now? Panic coursed through Y/N.

Chris squeezed his hand in hers and then let go, slowly pulling his hand back to his lap.

It was a key.

She released a shaky sigh and picked it up, turning it through her fingers. If Chris wasn’t so nervous, he’d laugh at her. She looked like she’d never seen a key before the way she was staring and turning it over.

“What is this Chris?”

“It’s the key to my Boston house. I also have one made for you for the LA house too, but this one,” he pointed to the key in her hand and scooted closer to her, putting his hands on her knees, “this one is home. I’m hoping it can be our home.”

“What are you saying?”

“Move to Boston. Live with me.”

“In Boston?” Y/N’s eyes snapped up quickly from the key in her hand to Chris.

He nodded tentatively, “if you don’t want it to be my house now, we can go house hunting and get something that is just ours. I don’t care, I just want us to have a home together.”

“My life is here, Chris,” she said quietly. “I can’t move to Boston. My family, my friends, my job… they’re all here. For my whole life, I’ve been here.”

“I’ll fly you home whenever you want to see them. Or them to you. You don’t have to work right away when you move up, you can take your time and get used to the area and decide where you might want to work. I’ve thought about it a lot too and I know my mom would get you a job at the theater if you wanted to do something different. We’ll figure it out.”

“Have you really thought about this at all? We’ll figure it out doesn’t feel like a well-thought-out plan.”

“Of course I have! I’ve been thinking about asking you to move in with me for months.”

Y/N bit her lip and looked back down at the key that she was continuing to fidget with, “what if you move here?”

He hesitated, then shrugged, “I can’t really work from here.”

“You don’t work from Boston. You live there when you’re not in LA. I don’t want to uproot my life to move to Boston and have you in LA for half the year.”

“I won’t be in LA! Boston is my home. I’m only in LA when I have to be in the studios there. Most of the time if I’m not home, I’m on location.”

Y/N huffed, “that’s not a selling point, babe.”

“So,” he asked quietly, “you don’t want to move in with me?”

She knew she had to choose her words very carefully. She wanted to live with him and built a future with him; she wanted to marry him and have kids with him, but she didn’t want that with his lifestyle now. Y/N had thought about it so often– they’d never been more than two weeks in the same place. What if they spent longer together and it didn’t work? What if they hated the way each other chewed pretzels or left the door open to pee? What if he was away so much she got lonely? What if loving each other wasn’t enough?

“I want to move in with you,” she said calmly and clearly, “I’m just afraid we’re rushing it. And I’m afraid to move my whole life out of state when you’re not even there all the time.”

“After I finish directing, I’ve already cleared my schedule for the next seven months. I have eight more weeks on this project, not including two weeks of press and premieres when it comes out, and then I’m free for seven months.”

“Seven months?” She asked incredulously, “is that enough?”

“It’s enough for me.” The earnest look on Chris’s face was killing her. She knew this wasn’t the answer he was hoping for; she knew he’d been nervous to talk to her about this. She also knew that she needed to have her own life and not succumb to just being ‘Chris Evans’s girlfriend’. She had an identity and a career and friends and didn’t want to lose all of that.

“You’re enough for me,” she emphasized, “This scares me.”

“Keep your apartment here,” he said quickly, rushing to get out his thoughts, “Keep it until your lease is up, or extend it for another year. Keep it exactly as is, you can come back whenever you want and stay here and you’ll know you have a safety net to come back to if we– if it– in case you need it.”

She shook her head, “I can't afford that–” she saw the look on his face and cut him off, “--and before you offer, that’s too much to let you pay for it.”

“But that’s the solution. You can keep a piece of you as long as you want it. And if you aren’t happy with me or you aren’t happy in Boston, you won’t have to start again.”

“I don’t know, Chris, that seems like so much. Isn’t it too fast for this?”

“Think about it,” he sighed, leaning across to kiss her and take the key from her hand. He reached around her to toss it on her bedside table and then pulled her down to snuggle into his chest. “We have all weekend to talk about it.”

Y/N looked up at him and studied his pretty blue eyes, the scruff of his beard, and his whole handsome face. She sighed and pressed her lips into the soft juncture of his neck and jaw. “I’ll think about it.”

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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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Me getting the ick again and putting all my fic reqs back in the folder.

Sorry but like… nah I can’t talk right now.

Shame as well since some of those photos had fic potential to bad him saying baby makes my skin crawl.