I Have No Excuse For This

A fluff where Steve Rogers and his wife reader dropping off their daughter or son to college for the first time. The two cried on how much their child has grown up

Off to College

A/N: Wait.. why am I crying 😭 This is, in my opinion, one of my best fluffs yet. Stop cutting onions guys!

WARNING: Tissues on hand needed.

“She’s too young.” Steve’s hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused straight ahead.

  “She’s 18 Steve. That’s the average American age to go off to college.” You replied to your husband. 

“You know I’m right here and can hear you guys, right? Like, theres no soundproofing between the back and the front seats.” Your daughter Sarah pulled out an air pod from her ear, jumping into the conversation.

“Well as I was saying, I don’t care I still think you should of stayed back a year at home.” Steve retorted, looking in the rear-view mirror at his little girl who now resembled that of a young woman about to go off to college.

“May I remind you, DAD, that at 18 you were joining the army to go fight in the second world war. Whereas I’m simply moving across the state.”

“In many ways my daughter going off to college and war are the same thing to me.”

You turned behind you and shared a puzzled look with your daughter. While she mostly resembled you, she had Steve’s piercing blue eyes. 

“How so?” You egged on your husband to elaborate.

“I’m scared shitless about both of them.” He let out a loud sigh.

“Dad… its fine!”

“Repeat to me the rules.”

“Omg not this again.” You put your forehead into your palm, dreading to listen to this speech for the 50th times.

“Dadddd” Sarah whined in the backseat

“So, help me God I will turn this car around, unless you repeat to me the rules, Sarah Mae Rogers.” He turned his head to the backseat, giving her his classic “I’m not playing around” eyes. 

“No drinking. No drugs. No “philandering” with the opposite sex…is that even word?”

“It is.” You and your husband said in unison

“No staying out past 1 and in the case of a national emergency inclusive of war, alien invasion, terrorist attack; extra-terrestrial...

“And domestic... don’t forget that!” He interjected

“…and domestic I am to find immediate shelter, call you to give you my location and wait until the ship arrives to take me to the safe house.” She groaned finishing the spiel.

“Good.” Steve smiled, satisfied with her memorisation of his rules.

You gave your daughter a sympathetic smile, knowing while some rules may get broken you had raised a smart, young woman with her wits about her. 

It’s not that Steve didn’t trust his daughter who he had trained in hand-to-hand combat since the age of 3, it’s just that he knew the world was scary. Sending his only daughter off alone, miles away from home terrified him. He wouldn’t be there to protect his little girl anymore. 

You exited the car to the chaos of move in day at the popular university. Steve insisted he take all the boxes up in one trip. All stacked high above him, he didn’t break a sweat carrying them up the 5 flights of stairs towards her dorm. 

Your daughter bowed her head in embarrassment as she walked 10 steps behind her father, watching as people stopped and stared at the superhero, whispers filled the halls as he gave kind nods to everyone who he walked past. 

You came up beside her,

“Mom everyone is staring why didn’t he just wait in the car!”

“Well neither of us were going to carry the boxes, besides your father is a respected man, he saved humanity that’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”  

“Yeah, I get it but he’s still embarrassing!”

You wrapped your arm around your daughter’s shoulder.

“You know he’s just as nervous as you are right?”

“Why would he be nervous? He’s not the one who has to be known as Captain America’s daughter!”

“No, he doesn’t.” You sighed stopping her in the hall and pulling her off to the side. 

“Do you remember when you were five and you really wanted to jump off the roof into the pool?”

“Yeah...”

“And we said no but you climbed up the ladder anyways and being five you miscalculated the distance between the ledge and the pool.”

“Yeah…”

“Who caught you before you hit the ground?”

“Dad…”

“Right and when you were 10 and you fell over your bike, breaking your arm… who was the first person who came to your aid and took you to the hospital?

“Dad”

“Exactly and when aliens invaded earth 3 years ago what was the first thing your dad did before going to headquarters?”

“He came to school and picked me up.”

“Exactly.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is from the moment you were in my belly your dad has spent every moment of his life trying to protect you from the world. He realises he’s not going to be right by side anymore… and he’s scared. Scared of losing you.”

“He’s not going to lose my mom, I’m an adult now I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.” 

“I know that, and he knows that. But it doesn’t matter how old or big or strong you get he is always going to care about you. It will always be his number priority to keep you safe and that’s not going to change anytime soon.” You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Your daughter looked down, biting her lip. 

“Come on let’s go unpack.”

You walked her into her dorm. 

You got to work setting up her room. She put up fairy lights on the wall, while you fluffed the pillows on her bed. Steve assembled all her little bits of furniture.

As a final touch, Steve pulled out a framed photo. Sarah in the middle, between both of your arms. She was only 3 in it, a big smile between her chubby cheeks, her arm up in superhero pose, dressed in her mini captain America shirt. It was his favourite family photo and lived on his bedside table. He looked at it a little, wiping a tear from his eye before he placed it on her bedside table.

“Alright you’re all set! We are going to head out now sweetheart you need anything else?” You chirped.

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks for helping guys.”

You gave your daughter, your final hugs and kisses and exited the room down the hall. 

She studied her room, satisfied with her interior decorating skills. Then suddenly, she noticed the photo that appeared had on her bedside table. She picked it up and held it in her hands. Suddenly, she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“Wait!” She ran down the hall, just catching you both before you went down the stairs. 

You both looked back to see your daughter running towards you. With a thud she landed against her father’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Instantly, Steve hugged her back, pulling her tightly towards him. 

“I love you dad.” She whispered against his chest. 

Steve’s head fell to the top of his little… now big girl’s head. His hand encompassing her head. Kissing her forehead tenderly. “I love you too kiddo. Be safe.”

“I will.” Tears welled up in your eyes watching their embrace. She pulled out of the hug, gesturing towards you. 

“I love you mom.” “I love you too baby.” All 3 of you huddled together in an embrace. Both parents wanting to hold onto their daughter for a little longer. 

You all pulled out and said your now final goodbye. Brushing away tears. 

You held your husband’s hand as you exited the college dorm building.

“She’s too old for me now babe.”

“She’s never going to be too old for her daddy.”

He pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. 

Sarah was going to be just fine. And besides, she’ll be home in 2 weeks anyways to get you to do her laundry. 

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A request where Chris Evans meet Robert Downey Jr. Tomboy Little sister, reader Downey, who works as a hair stylist and make-up stylist. He asked her out but she says no. 2nd time no in a bar and third time yes during the avengers endgame is a wrap

This is a brilliant request but... I feel like it can only be done well in a series. 🧐

 Soooo, I’m happy to announce...

Coming Soon:

Third Times A Charm: A Chris Evans X Reader Series

what about Reader been a brat and trying to embarrassed lloyd Hanson, who is trying to patient and has no choice to punish her

You're Not Sorry

Lloyd hadn’t really done anything in particular to piss you off. You just decided that you weren’t getting enough attention from the man. 

So, you felt tonight was the perfect occasion for your brand new little black dress. Also, because you told Lloyd you’d meet him at the party. His words ringing in your ear as you adjusted the position of the lace up panel to cover your bare pussy. 

“This is a very important work event for me baby, lots of important partners there so please wear something nice.”

It’s his fault really, nice is a very polarising word. You personally found this dress, nice, Lloyd on the other hand probably wouldn’t let you leave the house in it. 

Oh well, too late now. 

You made your way into the event, heels clacking against the marble stairs towards the entrance. You could feel eyes following your every move and the subsequent scoff from the wives who had caught their husbands’ eyes on your barely covered ass. 

Perfect, the dress was working. 

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the attendant, you looked for your lover amongst the group. But it was too late because his eyes had already found you, most likely following the murmurs and chokes that were let out when you finally made your way inside. 

He immediately, b-lined for you. His broad figure stood over you, his blue eyes now dark with anger,

“What the fuck are you wearing?” He seethed through clench teeth.

“You said wear something nice, this is nice.” You gestured towards your dress. Eyes innocently gazing at him.

“You look like a fucking whore.” He spat in your ear.

“Oh well.” You smirked.

“We are lea-“

“Lloyd!” He was cut off by the sudden appearance of an equally attractive man. Arguably a little older than Lloyd but no less handsome. He maintained a healthy head of salt and pepper hair, his top buttons undone, revealing a hard chest. 

“Spencer! Hi… how are you.” Lloyd stutters as he went to accept the man’s outstretched hand in a shake. 

Lloyd never stutters let alone gets intimidated by another man. Oh shit. This guy was important. Time to really turn up the heat. 

“And whose this beauty?” The man turned towards you clearly checking you out as his eyes drank in the sight of you. 

You caught a glimpse of Lloyd’s face, pure rage at this point, the vein on his forehead pulsating slightly, as sweat started to form.

“Y/N.” You outstretched your hand in which his took in his, delicately kissing it. 

“It’s a pleasure.”

“Pleasure’s all mine sir”

“Please call me Spencer.”

“Spencer.” Still holding his hand in yours.

“She was just leaving Spencer.” Lloyd eyed you, giving you a look that read “You better fucking stop it’s not funny anymore.” 

“Nonsense, I haven’t even treated her to a drink yet.”

Spencer’s eyes never let yours.

“I’d love one.”

“Well let’s not keep you waiting shall we” Spencer’s arm clasped your waist, leading you towards the bar. Leaving Llloyd to trail closely behind. 

After getting 2 martinis, Spencer led you towards a secluded seat in the back of the venue.

“Here honey, there’s no room for all of us, you’ll be more comfortable on my lap anyways.” Pulling you on top of him, your ass fell to his hardening cock. 

“So, Lloyd, about this deal.”

The men drank and negotiated, you never leaving your spot-on Spencer’s lap, toying with his tie. 

Lloyd sat across from you both, swirling his scotch, eyes never leaving you as jealousy and anger burned inside of him.

You yawned as their talk of teams and assets bored you.

“Something wrong beautiful?” Spencer turned his head to you in his lap, hand coming up to pull some hair off your face. 

“I’m just feeling a little tired, I think it’s time for my exit.”

“Great idea.” Lloyd jumped out of his seat, offering his head to you.

“It was great talking to you Spence, but I think we should save this for some time next week.”

“No agreed, it is a party after all.” He stood up from his seat, a boner presents against his dress pants. Lloyd managed to get a quick glance only furthering his anger.   

“Y/N, honey, here’s my card. Call me if you ever need anything… that is if Mr. Hansen here ever lets you out of his sight.” He eyed off Lloyd before bringing his attention back to you.

“Thank you so much for tonight, Spencer.” You slipped the card in your cleavage. He leaned down towards your ear. 

“We should do it again sometime.” He whispered, nipping your lobe lightly before pulling away. 

“Lloyd.” 

“Spencer.” The man left you both in the area alone.

You immediately went to wrap your arms around Lloyd. He pulled away, pushing you off him by your shoulders. 

“Don’t fucking touch me. Car. Now.”

Too stunned to speak you made your way outside towards Lloyd’s car. Annoyed at his sudden rejection of you. 

You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs at the excitement at what was to come. 

After what felt like ages of you sitting in the passenger seat. Lloyd joined you in the car, reversing out without even so much as a hi.

You drove in silence as Lloyd raced down the empty highway in his sports car. His knuckles whitening as he gripped the wheel. 

You finally arrived home, car parked out the front, his hands still on the wheel. 

“Go upstairs, get on your knees and wait.”

You made your way upstairs quickly, almost tripping in your heels as you raced up the stairs. Settling yourself on the carpeted floor, you held your hands behind your back and waited.

 2 minutes turned into 20 but you didn’t dare move a muscle, eyeing the security camera in the corner of the room.

Lloyd strolled into the room, closing the door behind him.  He swirled the old-fashioned glass in his hand, he seemed calm… too calm. Taking a gulp of the dark brown liquid. 

The silence was shortly broken as he threw it at the wall, the glass shattering on impact leaving a wet spot on the white wall.

You flinched at the sound.

“You stupid fucking slut.” He spat

Your eyes falling to the floor.

“You could have fucked up a 500-million-dollar deal in there, and you bet your ass you’re gonna pay for it sunshine.” He smirked, forcing your chin up to look him the eyes. 

He ripped his zipper down in a single motion, unbuckling his tight white pants, whipping out his harden cock.

“Open.” He grabbed your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your hair back. You winced at the sudden pull. 

He didn’t even give you time to ease his pulsating member into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat, you gagged at this sheer size.

Letting him use your mouth to satisfy his desire to have his cock soaked with your spit and tears. 

Once has he had finished his assault on your tender mouth, a mascara and tears combination dripping down your cheeks, lipstick smeared around your mouth. 

“Good girl. Stand up.” You scrambled to your feet, wobbling slightly after so much time on your knees. He pulled you by your neck to lick the tears off your cheeks, a smear of black transferring to his tongue forcing your mouth open with his thumb and then he promptly spitting it back down your throat.

His hands ran down towards the lines on your dress, trailing his fingers down each individual string holding your dress together.

His hands grabbing the fabric on either side.

“You humiliated me.” A sudden rip had formed at the top of your dress, revealing your flushed decolletage 

“Flirted with another man in front of me.” Another rip, this one revealing your breasts as they bounced at the sudden release.

“And disobeyed me… on purpose.” The final rip, your dress now in two parts on either side of your body, you stood naked in front of him, your heat dripping at the sudden exposure of air. 

“No panties you really are a fucking whore.”

You whispered a meek sorry.

“What did you just say? Sorry? Look at you, you’re dripping with arousal, you are clearly not fucking sorry. But don’t worry you will be.” He pushed you back onto the plush mattress. 

“Turn over.”

You got into your submissive position, head in the mattress, ass high in the air. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. You could feel the red mark on your ass forming but not before he landed another on the other cheek. 

“Youve been such a dirty girl showing yourself off. Hope you enjoyed tonight because you will never do that again.” Another harsh slap fell onto your ass;

“Yes daddy.”

His thick tip tickled the folds of your pussy, painstakingly teasing your hole, avoiding your aching clit completely 

“Do you want this baby? You want daddy’s cock in you?”

“Yes, please daddy please I need it.”

“I know you need it, but do you deserve it.”

“No daddy but I promise I’ll be good.”

Without warning he plunged into your needy hole, starting his assault on your core;

“Do you think Spencer could fuck you this good baby?”

“No daddy.. no.. he couldn’t” Your words came out as a mumbling as you tried to focus on responding to Lloyd, eager not to prolong the orgasm longer than it will be; 

“Such a dirty slut for me. Your daddy’s slut isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes, daddy just yours, only Lloyd’s dirty little slut.”

“Good girl…” his hands smoothed over your ass as he continued to plummet into you 

“Still fucking disrespected me” he interrupted the moment of tenderness with another hard slap on your rump. 

He pulled your hair back roughly, “Twerk on my cock, make me cum.”

You immediately did what you were told, bouncing your ass onto his cock, moaning at the new angle that came with the push of your ass down to his base. 

His hands fell to your hips, gripping them roughly to help guide you onto him. 

You could feel his heavy ballsack slapping against your clit, your knees started to give at the euphoric sensation of pleasure and pain, the sting of your ass still present as continued to hit your g-spot.

You reached your hand between your legs desperate to touch your aching nib. Your hand was pulled away by a sudden jerk, your wrists now pinned behind your back. 

“Nah-uh sunshine you’re not allowed to cum.”

His hands sneaking underneath you to support your weight. Grabbing your boobs in his hands with a harsh squeeze, leaning over you to trap your arms between your back and his body. 

“Yeah, baby oh yeah daddy’s gonna cum, yeah you want daddy to put babies in you? You going to be a good cum dumpster for daddy’s load?”

“Ah huh.” You let out a groggily moan

“That’s not a fucking answer.”

“Yes, daddy please give it to me, I want it inside of me.”

“Good.” He released inside of you, his seed shooting into your pelvis, filling you up fully. 

He pulled out with a groan, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, collapsing on the mattress as cum slowly oozed out of you.

Lloyd licked his fingers, quickly shoving the creamy release back into you.

“Gotta keep it all in there.” 

“You gonna help me finish daddy?”

“I told you bad girls don’t get to cum didn’t I?”

“But Lloyd… I…”

“No, arguments or I’ll make it a week. This is your punishment now get into bed.”

You crawled upwards and under the covers, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth inside of you.

He pulled you into him,

“Maybe tomorrow if you can prove that you’ve learnt your lesson you can cum ok sunshine?”

“Ok daddy.”

“Good. Now sleep.”

You cuddled him close, trying to ignore the ache between your legs.

Pretty Special was soooo good. Love it😚 do accept request for Chris characters? Like Nick Vaughan from Before We Go

I do! Feel free to request 🥰🍀

Cole gives me nice, sweet, caring, healthy, loveable, trustworhty boyfriend vibe. (Far far away from that walking redflag Chris Evans)

I am actually LOWKEY excited for this movie and sweet little Cole!

Cole is the type of boyfriend who....

You say you liked flowers but he doesn’t know what kind so he buys you 5 different types then shows up at your door with them

"I didnt know which kind you liked so I brought all the white ones cause you were wearing white a lot lately... some of them have pink though because I know that's your favourite colour but not hot pink more subtle pink, anyways let me know which is your favourite for next time."

He wont let your shoes touch the puddle so picks you up and carries you over it

Buys you tickets to a concert to some random band because one time you sung to their song on the radio at the top of your voice

Remembers how you like your coffee even though its a very specific complex order that not even Baristas get right all the time

Makes your bed for you but doesn’t half ass it like actually knows how you like the pillows arranged and does it to perfection

Lets you use his wrist to swatch lipsticks at Sephora

Carries around tissues because you know you have allergies so when you sneeze he can pull them out of his back pocket at any time

Holds your hair while you throw up after a big night, rubbing your back in soft circles.

"Better in then out, let it all out honey... hey... hey its ok... yeah you still look pretty."

Lets you lay your head on him even if it's uncomfortable for him he refuses to move or get up knowing you're comfortable

"This okay?" You look up at him through heavy eyelids.

"Perfect." He smiles down at you.

Stop doing this to me! @royalwriteroftheuniverse is Chris Evans secret girlfriend everyone! Come get her!

Morning with Chris again

Comments welcome reblogs welcome No warning all fluff but 18+ just incase. Do NOT post or reprint anywhere

I got up earlier than both of them. I think that's a first.

But everything was truly a first this weekend

Staying over at Chris or with Chris ever. He offered another room for me if I wanted but I said I wanted to cuddle.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I smiled and giggled.

"Plus I didn't actually think ahead to prepare a guest room for you."

I just laugh.

But the next morning....

I woke up in his embrace. His arm around mmy shoulder my head on his shoulder and I was just look at him watching him sleep memorizing his tattoos. It took everything I had to not run my fingers over them. He looked peaceful. Happy.

"Hi" his voice deeply groggy

"Hi" I smile

"What cha looking at pretty girl? " he undoes the braids i put my hair in too protect them from split ends. And runs his hands through my hair.

"Just a hansome man with gorgeous hair"I smile

"Oh really?" His eyebrows raised

"Yea I just wanna kiss him all over and put my hands in it."

I wrinkled my nose and smiled- apparently I do that a lot I never knew until Chris told me he loves when I do that.

"Sounds good to me." Chris snuggles in closer

"But I don't want to wake Dodger"

"He's fine he won't wake up for a while he was so exhausted after playing with the kids all day yesterday"

"Yea but dodger always wakes when I kiss him and pet his hair if he's taking a nap so-"

Chris gasped dramatically

"Oh no you didn't" the he leaned up with a smirk.

Chris attacks me with tickles and sweet little kisses on my face, neck and lips and I cant stop laughing. As we roll around on the bed I can never quite get Chris to laugh as much as he makes me-I was never this ticklish before but I just had to meet Chris.

"Ok ok uncle I give up. I guess ill settle for you." He was on top of me.

I look up into his eyes.

As I run my fingers through his hair sans palmaid God it was so soft.

"Chris I-" i stopped moving my hands in his hair and I think I even stopped breathing- don't say it you'll ruin everything. "I I just"

"I love you too" he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss.

I was smiling when our lips broke apart. He looked like he wanted more

"You realize you're not leaving here." He shook his head with a shrug.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yea."

" watcha gunna do keep me in the basement?"

"If I have to- what? Its got a screening room down there a pool table a bar its cozy."

I laugh.

"You'red forgetting one thing my love."

"Oh yea? Cause there a fridge too a bathroom-"

I put my hand over Chris's mouth.

"Who said I ever wanted to leave?"

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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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Silence Speaks

A/N: Another short one, but recent events surrounding Someone's social media "unfollows" of friends and the questions that raised helped to develop this piece. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Another work of fiction. It’s made up. Seriously, no crystal ball in use or any “insider” knowledge from any “sources”.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS please! Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback are ALWAYS appreciated.

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Was it hypocrisy? 

Was it stupidity?

Was it ignorance?

Was it arrogance?

You couldn’t fathom how this situation had unfolded. You’d met at a friend’s Halloween party over a decade ago, and had kept in touch through DMs and texts, always being wary of the public getting any crumbs of your friendship. It was an easy camaraderie that often involved flirtatious comments, whether he or you were dating others or if you both were single, but you’d never crossed the line between friends and more.

At this moment you were glad you hadn’t. You hadn’t originally believed the rumors. Even the chatter among friends couldn’t confirm the existence of an actual relationship, or if it was yet another booty call or, as was becoming commonplace, a “PR” relationship. Then uncomfortable pictures of a public walk and awkward videos of childish behavior surfaced. You still couldn’t figure out what it was, despite articles saying they’d been together for months, even years according to some, all claims that went unsupported by named sources. You were left to your own thoughts, and having seen him in love and in relationships before, couldn’t help but notice how little the current situation resembled those previous interactions.

But you wanted to believe he’d found his “one”, even if it wasn’t you and you had to live with the specter of lost opportunities. Your friend’s happiness was important to you, and so you wished for his sake it was real. That maybe he hadn’t confided in you or those who’d been his friends even longer to keep it private, to protect it, to give him and her time to develop something lasting. 

The age difference bothered some in your group, and you understood the feeling. He even knew what you’d gone through - your father’s second wife was closer to your age than his, and that difference, while not obvious at first, resulted in his second divorce. You couldn’t help but remember your self-absorbed stepmother’s words when you’d confronted her as she left their house for the last time, leaving behind your heartbroken father: “I married a man who was supposed to take me places and make me the center of his world and take care of me, not expect me to be his housekeeper and cook while I watch him grow old.”

Your attention was drawn down to your phone screen as it vibrated again with yet another text message coming in from someone in your friend group. You’d been part of this group chat for years, but now were the focus of it for reasons beyond your control. The screenshots of comments her friends had made might have triggered many in your group, but they were far more personal to you. You felt as though you were being bombarded with hate about your religion, your ancestry, and even your stature, and while you always wanted to give people the benefit of the doubt, the revelations without any word of defense from her or claims about not agreeing with such comments or hatred or lines of thought were being interpreted as her endorsement.

That isn’t what bothered you. She was no one of importance to you yet, and at this point you had no interest in associating with her. What did bother you was his silence. You knew he’d seen the texts as well - he was, after all, part of this group chat. And while he’d publicly released photos of them together and not made any statements to contradict the reports of their relationships, which the public took as him “claiming” her as someone of seriousness to him, he also hadn’t made any public statements to refute her and her friends’ online behavior, leaving many to associate him with those viewpoints by default.

While you understood his need to have his long-time friends treat him no different after all this time, for you this situation was far more than whether he was or wasn’t in a relationship. It was personal on a very basic level, and you had been wrestling with the thought that you’d need to distance yourself from this group of friends, many of whom had become family to you, knowing they’d been friends longer with him than you and expecting at least a few of them to protect him during all this hoopla.

Some obviously did, at least in public, befriending the newcomers, liking and commenting on their posts, and so on. Some stayed silent but were still caught up in the circus when he unfriended them on his social media accounts, something quickly picked up on by fans. Others who’d never followed him were able to stay in the background, and still others like you had always been able to maintain their anonymity by keeping their social media accounts set to private, never having the need to be followed by strangers. 

Regardless of their social media interactions, you were pleasantly surprised by those who’d directly asked him in the group chat what he was thinking, advising him as to how it would impact the perception of those who didn’t know him. A few even questioned if the group as a collective was condemning or condoning his silence, noting how they individually were feeling targeted by her group’s comments and openly questioning if others felt the same way. Those same few had reached out, one or two privately to check in on your mental well-being and be one another’s support system, the other few in the group chat asking if you were okay.

He never responded in the chat to any of the back-and-forths. He didn’t answer any of the questions directed at him. You knew from those few who’d reached out to you that he didn’t check in with them either, leaving them feeling disgruntled, as though they weren’t as worthy as others of his concern or time.

You didn’t blame them, finding yourself in a similar position. He hadn’t been in touch with you. Not a phone call. Not a voicemail. Not a text or a DM. Not even a response to others pointedly asking in your friends’ group chat. Nothing but silence.

In light of present circumstances, his lack of contact brought to mind a quote from the Greek philosopher Plato: “Your silence gives consent.” It was used often by a favorite teacher during lessons about World War II and how certain groups came to power to commit horrific atrocities, but you’d learned through the years it could apply to many situations, including the one you were experiencing now. 

Your phone vibrated with another text. It was an invitation to a gathering at one of the friends’ homes, sent to everyone in the group chat. For a moment you had to think. Was it a birthday party for one of the groups’ offspring? One of the couples’ anniversaries? Celebrating someone’s new job? Maybe it was to watch the playoff games together while planning for the annual Super Bowl gathering in a few weeks. 

No matter the reason, you hesitated to respond. You knew facing some of the group would be an emotional minefield given their recent choices, yet part of you craved the comfort of time with good friends. 

While you struggled to find the appropriate words, the first response popped up. It simply asked one question.

“Are we going to discuss the elephant in the room?” 

The answer from the host who’d sent the invitation surprised you.

“Abso-f-ing-lutely! Time to clear the air before the Super Bowl.”

Your question as to the nature of the invitation was answered. It was none of the above. You still hadn’t responded, waiting for others to.

“Evans, spoke to your mom. She said you’re coming home for a few days. Since you’re riding the elephant, you in?”

You laughed out loud. The latest text was from one of the few who’d reached out to you, who’d shared their personal agita with much of the situation, and their concern over his lack of response. As your father would’ve said, there were no flies on that friend.

You waited. Other responses appeared on your screen. Some from the same ones to have befriended the newcomers seem to take offense at the comments directed at him. Some just sent smiley faces and confirmed they’d be there, and a few sent GIF responses, the best of which was the scene from “The Devil Wears Prada” where Stanley Tucci’s character warns everyone to “gird their loins”.

The response you were waiting for still hadn’t appeared.

Instead, you had another message pop up on your screen. From him. Not as part of the group chat. You were the sole recipient. 

You froze, as if he could see you through the phone’s camera.

“Y/N? Hey, haven’t talked in a while. Sorry I haven’t been in contact - been straight out with filming and stuff.  Are you going this weekend? I really want to talk to you before everyone gets together.”

The underwhelming tone of the text struck a nerve. That “stuff” didn’t keep him from ensuring pictures made their way onto social media or contacting other friends who had no qualms about sharing that he’d reached out to them. That “stuff” didn’t seem to stop him from liking and commenting on others’ posts or sharing the ones he had. That “stuff” did however seem to keep him too busy to ask about your life, to check in with you about how you might be feeling, to even indicate a like or leave a comment on a picture on your social media posts. In essence, that “stuff” illuminated the reality your relationship was more one-sided than perhaps you’d wanted to admit. 

You answered quickly before mulling your words over.

“What do you want to talk about?”

No niceties, no questions about his latest project or Dodger or his family or his love life or even if he was going to be there now that his friends knew he was in the area. Your curt wording was out of sorts for you, and you hoped he would sense something was off-kilter.

“Honestly, I’m hoping to see a friendly face there. Sounds like some in the group are a little pissed off at me, and I’m not sure why. Hoping you can help me get them to understand a few things. And I miss you.”

You would have been less shocked if he’d poured ice water over you, and the low self-esteem you grappled with for years started to make itself known. You started reading into the spaces between his words. He didn’t actually want to spend time with you. He was looking for someone to hide behind when called out by your friend group. Someone who checked the boxes, because you did, and if you defended him, it would go a long way into smoothing things over with people he’d been closer to for longer than you’d been around. 

The worst part? He knew your history. You’d discussed it over the years - your social anxiety making the process of establishing new friendships almost painful, your self-esteem being something you’d grappled with for years, and your past history of finding yourself in friendships with people whose actions and words over time not only revealed they were far less invested in the friendship than you, but that you “checked a box” to help their social standing.

You could feel your heart breaking over the thought that he was just like those others. That he had only befriended you, flirted with you, had interacted with you, because your friendship made him look better to others instead of wanting to be in your life and have you in his in some capacity that was more than superficial.

“Y/N? So are you going?”

You couldn’t find the words. You didn’t respond to his message. Instead you opened a new text message and send a quick response to the host. “I’ll be there. I think we all deserve some answers… and to know where we all stand.” You got a thumbs up emoji as a response.

Another text message, again from him.

“Hey, I know you read my message. I can see it. I also know you just texted that you’re going. I want to just talk to you before the get-together. Please. Talk to me. Please.”

You started typing.

“I’ll see you there, Chris. No need to talk before.” And to drive your point home, you added a picture of Plato and the quote to your response.

You saw the three dots appear, then disappear. Before they could reappear, you shut your phone off, and let your silence speak for you.

Breakfast shenanigans..

Chris Evans x Wife! reader

Summary: Chris and you have a bit of ‘fun’ talk while making breakfast.

Warnings: Sensual…

Note: English is not my first language

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Chris moved his hand towards his left expecting in getting contact with a bare back but his hands met with the cold sheets which made him groan slightly and open his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and stayed in the bed for a few seconds before getting up and searching for his t-shirt which was unsuccessful as he didn’t find it in his room.

He chuckled when he realised that it was his dear wife who must’ve wore it. Chris went out of the bedroom and downstairs where he could hear soft music playing.

He peeked from behind the wall and saw his love making breakfast while swinging side to side through the rhythm.

Chris wrapped his muscular arms around your waist and pulled you back so that your back met with his stoned chest. You turned around startled but soon got calm when you saw your husband with a goofy smile plastered on his face.

‘Good morning wifey dearest’ your husband said with coy, kissing your neck softly. ‘Good morning hubby dearest’ you greeted him back with a bright smile.

He leaned down and kissed your soft lips, sucking it at some point. You pulled away, resuming making breakfast.

‘It can wait’ Chris mumbled and pulled you towards him, ‘why don’t you focus on your husband right now?’ Chris said, sensually, ‘I’m still sore Chris, you fucked me in such an animalistic speed last night’ you poured, ‘you enjoyed it’ Chris stated, ‘yes I did’ you giggled kissing his neck and sucking his soft spot, making him moan lightly.

‘I’m gonna get a shower’ Chris said giving your breast a jiggled with a light squeeze. He started going towards the bedroom not before giving you a slap on your cheek which made you squeal.

‘You’re invited, Mrs Evans’ he said now going backwards.

You quickly turned off the stove and ran towards your husband who picked you up with ease. You wrapped you legs around him and held his face in your hands,kissing his soft lips.

‘Can’t wait to shower with you Mr Evans’ you smirked.

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Chris I'm Sick

(I'm sick and Chris helps me feel better)

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"Honey come on it's noon you gotta wake up"

I groan not the good type of groaning as Chris is nudging me.

"I dont wanna."

"Come on up and at 'em."

I'm too miserable to make any old man or dad jokes pull the covers completely over my head and say

"Unless your a Hemsworth go away."

"Guess you're real-"

Is all I heard before I turn and hit something.

And hear a stifling laughter

"Did I just fall on the floor?"

"Yea honey are you ok?" I feel a hand on my back.

"Come here," he scoops me up well I don't know if scoops is right but he's completely holding me on the floor and he kisses my hair and then smooths it despite my horrible bed head.

"Aww sweetie you ok, you did fall face first."

"Everything hurts."

"How about I make you breakfa-"

"No! If I see a green egg I'll puke!"

"I was going to say anything you want and and according to my lips it doesn't seem like you have a fever I'll get you some Tylenol just in case and a hot chocolate. Ok?"

"K"

"You want a bath it may help. Probably got that virus thats going around. "

"No I'll have to move and I don't wanna."

"You dont wanna hu?'

"No."

"God our children are going to be a handful."

"Is that your way of saying you want to have kids with me? I'm lying on the floor after rolling off the bed with pain and being cold and miserable and you say-ok you've seen my worst I'll take it but I truly don't wanna move. Please don't make me."

"A bath will help. I'll come in too you wont be alone."

"Chris seriously I'm sick and you're still trying to get me naked. "

He lets out an exasperated breath.

"So I can wash your hair. All you have to do is just lay there. Promise."

He kisses the side of my head.

"Fine."

It felt like it took an hour to get to the bathroom that was 20 steps away but I hate to admit it but Chris was right. It was helping. Ever more so he was my back rest and actually did wash my hair.

As I was rinsing my body off he made breakfast but told me to not get out without him being there I really don't want to move since the relaxing moment left as soon as he did. So he helped me out of the bath and dried me off he he helped me into a clean night gown and panties since I was feeling lightheaded and neither of us wanted a repeat of the falling incident.

True to his word no green eggs.

I ate only a little and he had to goad me into more.

Then he layed next to me saying "its ok shhhhh." And "Just rest." And "shhh"very soothingly. He kept doing that and slowly running his hand through my hair. Then I just remember his hand in my hair and him saying "shhhh" I fell asleep thinking: God I love this man.

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