#Chris evans Christmas fic

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer

When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?

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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms

He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me

“Chris?”

“Mmhm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”

I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him

His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”

Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”

Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely

The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”

Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”

He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”

But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other

“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”

“Oh really? What do they do?”

He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”

The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently

I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.

But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad

“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”

I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”

“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”

I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”

He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”

“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”

I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”

“He was a terrible director.”

“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”

He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”

“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”

Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”

“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”

“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”

I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”

“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”

I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”

“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”

He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”

The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on

I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase

Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane

I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”

“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”

“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”

“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”

“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”

Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”

He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”

“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”

“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”

The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now

“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge

Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance

Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.

But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead

We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other

And we used every single minute we could find with the other

He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.

He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family

I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”

He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited

“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”

I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”

“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”

“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”

“Clearly you’ve done your research.”

I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”

He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast

“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”

I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”

He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”

Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”

And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to

There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored

The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”

“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”

“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”

A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier

Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me

“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”

“What is… it supposed to be?”

“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”

Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door

I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops

Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me

“You’re an asshole!”

He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible

“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”

He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter

I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows

I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”

Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”

“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”

Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”

Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”

Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders

I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way

Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head

Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance

“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”

“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow

“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”

And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot

My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters

But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there

I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious

“They do this often.”

My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here

I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”

Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”

“You don’t have family around here?”

I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”

“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”

She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.

She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”

“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”

“You’re an actor too?”

I nod and say “Yeah.”

“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”

I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.

Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out

I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”

Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”

I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”

“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”

She steps away before I can argue the offer

I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone

Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes

“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”

I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”

“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”

I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house

I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude

But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me

“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”

“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”

My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly

“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance

“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”

“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”

The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear

“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”

“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”

“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”

“Probably means controlling.”

Excuse me?

“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”

I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in

He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”

My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp

Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”

Chris huffs in response to his brother

The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body

Tightening it around me

“Chris!”

He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her

Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family

Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other

Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming

“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”

Controlling.

That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it

High maintenance

How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?

Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me

I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having

“honey?”

The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me

Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”

The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously

She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back

She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”

My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”

I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words

“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott

He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front

“I have to get out of here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”

“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information

“Am I controlling?”

“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”

I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”

Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”

“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”

I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”

His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”

He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”

“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync

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Spirit of Christmas Past

Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: You are greeted by the Spirit of Christmas and he decides to confront your past and punish your stubborn behaviour.

Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Dead Parents Description, Verbal Abuse, P in V sex, Rough Sex, Choking, Fingering, Humiliation, Heart Break, Ghosts, Swearing, Alcoholic Use, Classism.

Word Count: 9k

A/N: Please to all readers, understand I don't have a beta editor and I can miss some mistakes because most my typing is on the bus to work when I get the time to write. ALSO this is my attempt at the naughty or nice challenge using: 18. “If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.” @the-slumberparty an event challenge created by @navybrat817 & @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

12:59am 25th December 2023, New York City.

Among the nothingness of sleep, you could hear in the distance the sound of little bells jingling. You groaned, cracking your eyes open slowly. The sound was becoming more persistent and volumed.

It was freezing! The management still hadn’t fixed the heating system. You shivered and dug deeper into the duvet layers of your bed. You reached for your phone to check the time.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” you grumbled before rolling over onto your back. All memory of Marlene’s visit had disappeared from your mind.

You stared up at the plain ceiling. Your eyes grew hazy while your mind dissociated into thought. A single tear rolled from your eye.

God, you hated Christmas so much. You tried ignoring all the years. You tried pushing back the pain. You tried thinking about your jobs and tasks still incomplete. You tried not to think about how lonely you were, how unfulfilled you felt deep down. A mean tug at your chest made you hiss.

The ceilings image morphed into spots and shapes of different kinds...and when you chose to focus your eyes you could see the flecks of shadow clashing with light, wrapping and drawing out the shape of a person walking towards you.

You leant back and felt the mattress still under you. What you were seeing had to be part of some strange dream. You concluded you’d fallen back to sleep.

Gravity didn’t apply in this scenery.

The ceiling opened up, glowing in a soft calming light. The figure kept walking it’s way towards you. The closer he got the more you could acknowledge his face and good looks. He was lean and clean shaven, a depiction of youth. His hair was the colour of dark roasted chestnuts. He wore a white sweater.

‘Woah, what a weird dream...but look at how handsome he is.’

As if he heard your thoughts loud and clear he smiled with sparkling white teeth. Still unsure of reality, you lifted your hand up high to the ceiling. He did the same. He reached out with his palm out.

Your finger tips touched and you gasped at how warm and inviting he felt. Your mind ran filthy. You bit your bottom lip before lurching off the bed to the ceilings opening window into the handsome man’s arms. You swore you knew him. Something about that smile. You couldn’t place it though. Butterflies filled your insides.

His eyes were a blue that matched mountains. His cheeks sharp and strong but that smile was ageless.

You shyly bit the tip of your finger and giggled, “Kiss me.”

He cupped your face and accepted your advance without hesitation. His lips leant forward and met your starved mouth.

He was slow, sweet like vanilla. He pulled away and nibbled at your lips, sucking and licking with you. He was perfect. You were the first to pull away, panting and mewling. Your body rubbed up against his again. One of his arms cupped your back while his other hand cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip.

You felt his muscles, his hot body. His arms tightly held you, protecting you from the world and claiming you as his.

In your head this all made sense. Deep down you had met before, but where...God where had you met him? It ached not knowing fully.

Pulling away you moaned, “Fuck me. Please.”

You took his ginormous hands and pressed them against your breasts. Only a thin piece of satin separated your skin to his skin. You knew he’d be able to feel your nipples pebbling under his palms.

You kissed and nibbled along his jaw, panting, “I’m not wearing anything underneath.” And that was true. You underwear had gone missing after you had played with your toy while imagining a rape play scene. You looked up at him with doe eyes fluttering. Your fingers pinched the hem of your night gown. He smirked, his fingers danced up your thighs, and by your surprise....he forced your hem down.

His eyes burned bright blue, almost glowing as the world around you both faded black. His head shook lightly at you, his wet lips parted, and he whispered into the open air, “Be not afraid Y/N as I shine the light on your past.”

Your head jerked back, your eyes squinted, ‘What the fuck?’

The question filled your mind and escaped through your lips, “Who are you?”

The handsome stranger rubbed his thumbs into your palms and said with heralding tones, “I am he who sees past, present and future tidings upon the grandeur of Christmas day. I am The Spirit of Christmas. But you…may call me Chris.”

“Chris?” You blinked and rebuffed in an fit of laughter. You shook your head, disbelieving and feeling that heat of anger rise.

“The Spirit of Christmas,” you cackled, “I really did have too much to drink to be having weird dreams like this. You kiss me and tell me that you’re some mystic being?”

His lips flicked up, bemused, “You asked for that kiss, I merely obliged such a sweet request.”

Humiliation bloomed in the pit of your belly. You felt hot in the face and grit your teeth.

His thumbs ran over the pulse of your wrists, his eyes were crowned in a false innocence.

Your eyes glowered in seconds, “Go fuck yourself, Chris,” you fumed.

You shoved his hands away and turned around trying to imagine something else, hoping the dream would change or you would wake up. You stumped short and jumped back as your path was blocked by a horrific sight. A naked woman in the darkness, chained and kneeling at your feet. Marlene.

The memories flood back into your mind. Her ethereal form floating your bed with her frozen heart and warning words. Except she was no ghost in this form. She was hauntingly thin like a skeleton, the loos skin of her belly and breasts hung down, her skin was discoloured and sickly, her cheeks hallowed and her hair thin, balding. Her teeth were black, gums rotten, her chest made this awful whistling noise as she struggled to breath. Her finger nails were red and cracked. She was chained to the floor. She looked up at you with sad bloodshot eyes, shaking her head at you.

“Go with him Y/N, he is your last chance…” she shivered as if a cold wind had prickled her flesh. Her head hung low.

His heavy hand laid down bearing weight onto your shoulder. You gasped and looked back at him with fear. His face appeared mournful as he acknowledged Marlenes decrypted state. Those blue eyes you were enchanted by moments ago sent an icy chill down your spine as his attention turned to you.

“Come,” he softly beckoned, “Let this soul pay it’s penance…”

You licked your dry lips and tried to keep your cool without revealing your fear. You nodded, not chancing your voice breaking in an exchange. His palm held back out to you. You glared at him. With defeat and the tiniest tremble in your fingers, you finally tucked your hand into his, feeling his warm fingers wrap around you, you had to admit, it felt nice. He squeezed it softly and walked, guiding you away from the living corpse of Marlene’s soul.

After some time of walking away until Marlenes image disappeared.

The shadows felt literally heavy, weigh you down in what felt like a fight against gravity. You recalled a time you trudged through the snow up to your waist. It felt like this, yet there was only silence.

His hand was still wrapped around yours, tugging you forward mercilessly.

You felt like you could have tripped in the black abyss.

“Sp-spirit?” you finally dared to ask, “Spirit…where are you taking me?”

And then he stopped. You could hear his sigh and felt the air around you grow colder. This sexy dream had quickly turned into a foreboding nightmare. A flame of light flickered in the palm of his other hand, it was like supernatural magic.

He pulled you in closer and his other hand came around and slapped your backside.

You shrieked and tried shoving him back, “Ow! What the hell! That hurt!”

He chortled, “Yes, the past can hurt, especially yours,” his finger scratched under your chin, “But it can also heal if you learn from it.”

The floor beneath your feet disappeared and you both plummeted into the darkness again. You screamed as your belly lifted up into your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut and felt the spirit hug you tighter, your fingers desperately squeezed the wool of his sweater.

And then the falling stopped, and your screaming died down into violent pants. He still held you and then placed you softly down onto the ground below your feet.

His smile was gentle, “Here we are.”

05:00pm Christmas Eve, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Finally, you dared to open your eyes. Your hands were still clawed into his thick sweater when you looked around at your surroundings. It was a living room inside a trailer home. Red tinsel had been taped to walls. A small Christmas tree stood in the corner between the space of a couch and a basinet. Poorly drawn pictures of baubles, stars, Santa and elves had been scattered over the floor.

‘Ugh.’ Christmas decorations…but no, hold on…you knew this place.

And a soft hum of Jingle Bells filled your ears. You gasped. You knew who it belonged to in an instant. You let go of the Spirit and looked behind you.

A woman in the kitchen was opening a packet of biscuits, placing each one on a plastic plate. She was younger than you while sharing a likeness in appearance. The home smelt like gingerbread while she began to pour a cup of milk. She placed the cup on the small coffee table, sighing as she ran her palm over the swell of her protruding belly under her dress.

“M-mom?” you said shakily, “Mom is that…oh god mom! I missed you so much.”

You raced forward with your arms spread wide, seeking to hug her. As you closed your arms around her, you stumbled and fell hard to the floor onto your knees.

“Fuck!” you hissed and heard the mocking snicker come from the Spirit.

You twisted your body and sat back on your hands. You looked up and back at your mother, confused and dazed. Her feet were not on top of you, standing on you, but rather, she was standing inside and walking through you. You jumped in fright and crawled backwards, watching how she walked through you transparently.

“M-mom?” you whimpered, scared and confused. When she didn’t answer your voice filled with panic, “Mom!”

The Spirit, holding his hands behind his back chuckled, looking between you both.

You shouted, “What the hell is wrong with her!?”

His laughter pulled back and he hummed with a smile, “There’s nothing wrong, she can’t see you or hear you. These are but shadows of things that have been. They have no consciousness of us.”

She totally ignored you as she lowered herself onto the couch.

The Spirit held his hand out to you to help you up from the floor. You slapped it away and used the wall for stability. He didn’t appear offended or surprised by your viperous habits. You shoved past him and fell to your knees in front of her.

“Mom?” you said a little more gently.

You reached out to touch her shoulder. Your fingers went straight through her. Your eyes watered. She looked up from her belly and her lips spread into her perfect smile. Her eyes glittered, “Honey, can you please grab the cookies for Santa?”

Your face lit up and you nodded desperately, scooting back off your knees to fetch the cookies from the small kitchenette, but before you could step forward, you heard the tiny squeak of a child, “Okay, mommy!”

And from the corner of your eye you saw her... next to the tree was a little girl in a plaid dress and pig tails with plaid scrunchies, laying on her belly, kicking her feet back in forth with a crayon in her little chubby hand scribbling a poor drawing of a reindeer. It looked more like a cow with antlers.

“Is that…”

The little girl crawled to her feet and skipped to the kitchen, she looked so small compared to the plate she carried back to the living room and placed it onto the coffee table proudly put the beside the milk.

You stood up and took a small step back. You bumped into the Spirits chest, “Is that me?”

He laid his hand on your lower back. He watched you watching your much younger self.

He hummed, “Yes, you were seven years old here I believe.”

‘Yes, just before Caroline was born.”

Your mom leant forward and grabbed the little girl by the waist, tugging her back and peppered kisses all over her small giggling face while her fingers tickled her sides until she begged her to stop.

“Love you my little troublemaker,” she whispered against the tiny cheek.

“I love you too mommy,” you and your younger self said in sync. This, the Spirit noted with a calm expression. He walked around the room. The smaller girl version of yourself ran through him as he perched himself on the arm of couch and cocked his head at the drawings scattered along the floor.

“You had talent, you know?” he mused.

A slam of the front door made you jump. Your father with a big welcoming grin came home shortly after. The little girl cheered excitedly, running off to show him the drawing she drew for him. He picked her up and threw her in the air before catching her again despite the disapproving look your mother gave him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” the little girl said giving him the picture, “Merry Christmas!”

He laughed with pure mirth and delight, his eyes squinted at the image, and he nodded.

You smirked; he had no fucking clue what the kid version of you had drawn.

“It’s beautiful babygirl, it’s ah…ah…”

He glanced over at your mother who mouthed the word back, “Reindeer.”

His eyes widened and his voice lilted, “A reindeer! Just for me!? Thankyou sweetheart,” he kissed her cheek, “I can’t wait to show all my friends this at work.”

He placed her safely down on the floor and walked over to your mother before sitting on the couch beside her. He put the picture on the coffee table and leant in to kiss his wife. Child you turned away and stuck out her tongue, in total disgust because ‘boys kissing girls was gross!’

“And how’s mommy been?” your father purred, laying a hand on her belly, his thumb lazily rubbed back and forth.

“Tired,” she groaned, “Little peanut is coming any day now. I can feel her kicking my rib cage, I think she’s planning her escape and wants to rocket out,” she breathed hard, her hand softly laced into her, holding it over the spot where your baby sister was kicking her feet.

You chewed your bottom lip and glanced at the Christmas Spirit who was grinning at the little girl in her pig tails and plaid.

You felt strange. And the strangeness was uncomfortable. Nausea filled your tummy.

“If this is a memory of just the past, “ you started wobbly, “Does that mean...everything is the same as it once was?”

“Yes, that’s right,” acknowledged the Spirit.

You smirked, “Good.” You twisted around on your heel and marched down the hallway that connected to your tiny bedroom.

A small surprised noise escaped you at seeing how pink and purple everything was coloured. On the walls was a my little pony poster. On your floral bed covers was your favourite Bratz doll. You sat down on the tiny bed and sighed before burying your face into your hands.

You tried sneezing. You tried slapping your face. You even got up and started doing jumping jacks. You would do anything to try and wake yourself up! A tiny knock broke your concentration, and you gasped coming face to face with the Spirit of Christmas. He was leaning against the doorway, holding back his laughter.

You sneered at him and sat back on the bed, panting softly. You tried remembering his name; calling him Spirit felt tedious.

“Chris was it?” you spat mockingly, “Is that because your name's Christmas?”

He dug his hands into his pockets, his smile unfaltered, “Nah, I just liked the name, it fits. My real name you wouldn’t be able to say because it hasn’t been said by the tongue of man.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yea okay whatever,” you dismissed sourly, “So, what the fuck is this? Huh? Is this some kind of sick game, are you trying to hurt me?”

Your throat grew tight. You couldn’t believe what was happening and why of all people this was happening to you. What did he even want? Was this just some insane plot to blackmail you?

“Well, guess what,” your chin jerked out at him, “I’m not scared, I’m not hurt. In fact I’m thrilled!” you showed off your laughter, forced from your lungs.

His smile softened, “Ah, but why is your lips trembling? And...what’s that I see?”

He took a large step forward and stood above you. You laid back, flinching at his hand reaching down to you face. Your heart thudded loudly.

His finger was hot on your cheek, it rolled up and brushed your skin. He pulled back the finger, rolling it into his knuckle and moved it between your eyes to show you something

On his finger was a drop of moisture.

“A tear?” he whispered, “What ever for?”

Your face felt hot and you blinked away the others that escaped your lashes, you sucked in a deep breath and rubbed your nose.

You let out a fake nervous laugh, “Please, you think I’m crying? Have you not seen how dusty this house his? I’m just having allergies.”

Little did you know, the Spirit could see beyond your lies.

He sat down beside you on your bed and placed his large hand on your knees.

You felt vulnerable. You didn’t want him here, you didn’t want to be here. And what was worse was his silence. He did not speak for a long while. The only noises were the sounds of the little girl and her parents in the living room.

You sighed and looked at the floor. You missed this point in your life. Things were simpler. You were so oblivious to the world and it’s harms.

“Your father sounds incredibly proud,” The Spirit said, his thumb ran over your skin.

Your eyes fluttered and you nodded.

“Did you know he told you the truth? About your picture?”

You eyed him cautiously.

He snapped his fingers and your bedroom faded into an office space. You were sitting on a dark oak desk. Seeing the boxy computer with twistable speakers struck you with nostalgia.

11:00am 26th December, 1999, Texas, Austin.

Your dad came through the office door, holding a piece of paper. Your picture.

He pinned it to a cork board and one of his colleagues that followed him in jokingly asked, “What’s with the Picasso cow?”

Your dad huffed back, “Hey man, it’s a reindeer and for your information, my daughter made it for me. And I’m lucky to have it. What did your kids get you?”

The coworker snorted and muttered under his breath, “A phone call asking about Child support, always check if the condom is ripped my friend.”

The two men left, bantering between each other.

You looked at the photo of your dad, your mom, seven year old you and a baby Caroline. It was a Polaroid taken in the hospital. Your mom had little Caroline just before the new year. You all looked so happy. You loved being a big sister, you couldn’t stop leaving baby Caroline alone, eager for her to grow up and become your best friend. Were there times she annoyed you? Yes, she was your sister after all. But Caroline had a heart of gold.

The Spirit touched the photo and asked with mirth, “Such a beautiful family...whatever happened?”

You didn’t answer. You slid off the desk and marched out of the office door only to somehow walk right back inside...you gasped and turned back around but when you opened the door to leave it was like staring into a mirroring space.

You poked your head out of the office only for it to be poking back inside through the same door.

It was the strangest paradox that you had come to find.

The Spirit sucked his teeth and shook his head, “Yea, funny that...so here’s the deal...you are going to follow my rules.”

‘Asshole doesn’t know what a deal is.’

He stood away from the cork board and sat down in your father’s rolling desk chair, stacking his feet up onto the wood loudly.

Your hands protectively wrapped around yourself. His pupils seemed to expand and shrink quickly like a cat. Your skin crawled.

“What rules?” You scoffed, “Are these a part of your test?”

He nodded once, “Yes. See for this whole thing to work, you have to comply and participate...meaning,” he shoved away from the desk and launched from the chair to walk fast towards you, causing you to walk backwards and hit the wall behind you, his hand grabbed and squeezed your jaw, from his teeth he seethed, “When I ask a question.. you answer it. Or I could just leave you here...forever.”

Your eyes watered, your chest heaved sporadically, “L-leave me here?”

His eyes fluttered, “Oh I’m sorry, you didn’t think this would have consequences?” His nose pressed to yours as he remarked, “Your little friend Marlene is stuck haunting your apartment for that reason. She’s stuck in a loop in which she can never escape. She gets to watch you everyday moving into her apartment and moving all her possessions around. I could leave you here and do the same. I could let you re-watch your father hang up your picture for eternity.”

His bright blue eyes darkened almost totally black. At that point you couldn’t tell if he was a good spirit or an unholy one.

You swallowed hard with a whimper and squeezed shut your eyes. His hot breath tickled your ear.

“I can be merciful...so...” his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip, peeking out from your eyes you thought he might kiss you, “Let’s try again...”

When he released you and turned back to the cork board he clicked his fingers. You collapsed from the wall to your knees, too weak and shaky to hold you up after his dominant spell. Piles of work paper flew around the room, around his head, his eyes raced over the pages, the words turned glowing gold as he read over them with his supernatural powers.

“Your family looked stable enough for their poor income. You lived a decent childhood...” He looked over his shoulder, his eyes hard and demanding, “What happened that changed it all?”

You bowed your head cowering as you whispered, “You already know.”

The papers that swirled in a storm around him floated softly down to the floor in front of you. The ink of the printed words began morphing into swirling shapes and colours.

The Spirit said, “I’d like it if you told me. That’s how this works. We analyse what really happened compared to what you think happened.”

Your eyes stared at the colours in the ink rise, painting the image of a snow covered alley way from nightmares years ago. You gasped. Your mother, you and your sister were all walking down from the entrance. You clenched the front of your nightgown and desperately blabbered into begging. Tears ran down your face. It didn’t take much effort knowing what was to come.

“Please don’t make me watch it.”

You tried to move the papers away but the pages fought back in nasty stinging paper cuts.

Your covered your face and eyes before hearing the mystic being bellow, “Put your hands down!”

Half screaming you sobbed, “No, please! I can’t do it! Please!”

You stood up on your feet and threw yourself into him. He did not hold you and let you fall at his feet. He did crouch down and rub both his thumbs over your snot covered lip.

“Please,” you choked, his finger pressed to you mouth. He shook his head and softly hushed you. He cupped the back of your neck and moved his mouth to ghost along your lips.

You hiccuped and opened your mouth, waiting for him to just conquer a kiss. He almost did with how his tongue tickled your lips and teeth when he icily repeated, “Dont forget I can leave your here. And you can watch it over and over and over. Be a good girl. Tell me what happened.”

He sat on the floor and tugged you into his arms and lap. You buried your face into his neck and hiccupped again.

“C-caroline was nine and I was sev-seventeen...Mom took us Christmas shopping. We were gonna buy something for Dad. A watch. A really fucking nice watch because dad had a big promotion in New York coming up...on our way back home, a drunken asshole with a broken bottle threatened to kill us if we didn’t give him our bags. We complied and mom made sure to step in front of us. He got angry because it wasn’t a Rolex...he then...”

You broke down again and clenched Chris’ white sweater tightly. His fingers raced up and down your spine slowly and tempered, hushing you until you managed to start talking again.

“What did this man do?”

The pages turned dark burgundy red.

Your but your bottom lip and sniffled, “He punched the broken bottle into Moms’ belly. It was so sharp it cut through her jacket, her skin and fat all the way into her liver. There was nothing Caroline and I could do. We tried to stop the bleeding with our coats. But When paramedics arrived ....she had bled to death. I watched her choke on it.”

You wiped your tears and snot across his shoulder, the soft wool soaked it up. His strong hands pulled you closer into him. You straddled his hips, curling your legs around his back. Your night gown hem rose up around your nude hips. His body was so warm. He was like a blanket around you.

“She died, protecting us,” you gulped, “She died over a fucking watch because some greedy homeless drunk wanted money for some booze.”

The Spirit clucked his tongue, “Your mother passed and your father?”

Your tears had calmed down significantly, you covered yourself to sit on his thigh instead of balancing on just his lap. You twisted your body and stared at the moving pictures on the papers.

Your dad came to image. The black beneath his eyes and the sunken cheeks were not the man you wished to remember. He lit a cigarette and pressed a bottle to his lips.

“Dad got his promotion and we moved to Manhattan but...Mom’s death really took a toll on him.”

You were making paper angels on the floor with your sister. You hung them up together in her room. There was no Christmas tree. It was the Christmas after your mom’s death and before you left for college. It was the last Christmas you shared with Caroline.

The sweet ten year old was wise and emotionally matured than others her age. It was how she processed your moms death. Caroline at only ten was able to keep you and your father from experiencing more heart ache and grief.

You watched the two girls climbed under a blanket and play with a flashlight. You pushed over her wrist a rubber band loomed bracelet with her favourite colours. She gave you three fruity scented rubbers and a pencil she had been rewarded by her teacher at school.

“I used that pencil until the tip was impossible to hold,” you whispered and felt Chris’ warm wet lips press against your temple, he rocked you like you were the most fragile thing in the room. Maybe you were.

“She still keeps your rubber band bracelet in her bedside table...she wore it to the birth of your nephew,” The spirit stated.

You choked and cupped your hand over your mouth. You hadn’t cried so hard and so much in years not since-

“And then you left for College.”

You sucked in a deep and painful breath. You nodded and clenched your hand into a fist.

“College wasn’t so bad. I had my fun like everyone else,” you lied.

“Did you?” Chris smirked, “Let’s have a look at that then? Shall we?”

8:00pm 23rd December, 2012, New York University.

Your father’s desk morphed into a pool table.

It was the party of the season. Sororities and fraternities came together. You weren’t a member of a sorority. You chose to believe stand offishly that sororities were of a hive cult mind. It wasn’t worth networking in such a unnecessary club and housing.

You didn’t have friends in college either. You didn’t make yourself approachable. Always sitting at the front of the class room and never smiling. You were the dedicated pupil and that made you into the coldest fish of the school.

Your professors approval and marks is all you cared about. The more successful, the more opportunities and the more chances of gaining success enough to maybe look after your little sister. That originally was the goal.

You watched with Chris as a gaggle of Kappa delta girls giggled passed by a young girl no older than nineteen holding a red cup close to her chest. She looked disdainful and tired. She was wearing a basic white thankyou with a cotton scarf and jeggings. Thick black glasses at on the edge of your nose. You laughed awkwardly looking at the past youth. Your recalled your hipster phase in college but didn’t remember you looking this horrendous and mismatched. Your hair...you shuddered. You never did that style again.

“Fun party!” Chris called over your shoulder. He wore a red Christmas hat and in the crook of his lip was a party blower. The lights and music were obnoxiously jolly and hip hop rap remixes found on YouTube. You know YouTube? When it’s common the iPhone one was still a little television and not the red play button we know today. So many people were growing nuts over these two Neanderthals on a channel called “Smosh” at the time, maybe they were trying to mimic that movie of dipshits called Jack Ass.

Yes...party...you had been invited and you almost said no...but your mother’s death anniversary was coming up and you felt it appropriate to seek the comfort of other people and illicit items to take the pain away for a night. The young woman continued to help herself to the eggnog, standing right beside the table, spooning the goop into her red cup

You tried forgetting about the drunk monster that stabbed your mother all those years ago.

“A naughty freshman?” Chris chuckled, breaking you away from your thoughts.

He floated to the eggnog bowl and grinned,.“Barely a woman and breaking the rules, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a rebel.”

You rolled your eyes, “Hardly,” before walking over to sit on the edge of the pool table. Some guys were playing with their cues and balls. They walked through you as they passed by. One of them you remembered very well and tried your best to not acknowledge.

“It’s how you met him though...isn’t it?” said Chris, looking between the young woman and a young man playing at the table.

The man was handsome. Tall and dark. His eyes a burnt burgundy that sent the younger you thrills down your spine.

The young woman leaning in her corner and sipping her sorrows away was eyeing the game keenly. It looked...fun.

The very ass she looked upon was found and shaped with strong thighs and calf’s under those denim jeans. The ass belonged to a man. And that man turned around once he caught her staring in the corner of his eye.

He smirked and finished the game before swaggering over your way. Even now you still admired how good looking he was.

Chris was looking him up and down, smiling and cockily mimicking the walk but this time back to you so you could both watch the events of your forlorn past.

“Hey, aren’t you in my maths class?” The man asked leaning over her with just his right arm.

She ignored him initially, shrugging as a reply.

He chuckled, “You’re that weird chick that sits at the front right?”

Her eyes flickered back and her lip curdled, “And you’re that obtuse moron that doesn’t know the difference between algebra and calculus equations?”

Chris chuckled, “There you are. I was wondering when you’d come out to play.”

You felt a twinge ashamed. Is that how others saw you all the time? An uptight, haughty bitch? You remained quiet.

“Well...I find I act my dumbest when I’m around beautiful ladies,” said the confident man, “I get all nervous and stuff.”

“Nervous and stuff?” She repeated slowly, flicking her tongue deliberately against her teeth to sound out each precious syllable.

God, it made you cringe to watch yourself.

He leant in closer and pressed his nose to hers, his eyes glanced up and he said heatedly, “You’re standing beneath a mistletoe.”

Before he could officially kiss her, Chris clapped his hands and world the room around. He grabbed your wrist and made sure to stand you on his shoes as the people and party disappeared into books on shelves.

4:00pm 23rd December, 2013, New York University.

The pool table melted down into the shape of a smaller desk and chair. That same girl was sitting at it with her head in a book and her pen against the page. The sky outside was dark. It was snowing lightly beyond the windows.

That man from the party now wore a dark blue jumper and sweatpants, he wandered up beside her, sipping a starbucks milkshake.

She moved the thick black rim glasses from her face. Her fingertips rubbed circles into her eyes before returning back to the important reading material. Dark shadows bagged beneath her eyes.

“You were a dedicated student,” said Chris, his hands lingered up your spine and wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You nodded. You were.

The loud sucking of the man’s Starbucks cup made her slap the book close.

With her tight voice she snootily scolded him, “You know you’re not allowed food and drink in the library.”

He smirked, “Whatcha gonna do miss goodie goodie? Gonna tell on me? Gonna take my drink away?” he shook it, the ice cubes rattled I side.

He chuckled and chewed the straw. His eyes glanced at you up and down.

“Youre kinda hot...in a weird nerdy way you know?” he chuckled.

Both younger you and the you if now rolled your eyes and scoffed. But you knew the younger version was naive and how so many of those one liner comments got you into the most destructive relationship of your life.

The young man stole her book from the desk and ran off with it. Her shriek became laughter as she quickly collected her bag and pencils to chase after him.

The Spirit held you when he stood behind you His hands cradled your arms and hip, rocking you slowly, side to side. He watched the interaction of two young people deep into their puppy love with a great fascination over his face.

“Who was the handsome beau?”

“Anthony Mackie...the schools best hockey player and class clown idiot,” you muttered.

Chris hummed with pleased curiosity, “Is that all?”

You grabbed at his wrists and squeezed them tightly. You pressed your head back into his chest and sighed.

“He was my boyfriend,” you said quietly to Chris.

The library seemed to fast forward. Outside the seasons changed from winter, spring, summer fall and back to winter again. She was sitting back in the same desk again. Her eyes were still tired and now she wore a little more makeup to conceal it. Her eyes were glued to the pages, racing to read and write notes. Her ipod shuffle earphones were half broken, crackling each time unless you held the cord in a specific way.

And a soft humming slipped from her lips, totally immersed in her study.

“Oh, oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?”

Chris side glanced you and you side glanced him. Without the music, her crackly voice just sounded like a dying bird.

“And the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love. Grey clouds roll over the hills bringing darkness from above.”

“An awful drawer and a terrible deaf tone singer,” he laughed, “I didn’t think I would learn so much about the things you’re bad at.”

You had to admit, he was right. You stomped hard onto his foot. His lips puckered and his eyes squeezed in his silent pain.

“Oops,” you feigned ignorance, “Guess I’m bad at watching my step too.”

“But if you close your eyes,” she sang a little louder and you felt that second hand humiliation wave through you hard, “Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes..Does it almost feel like you’ve been here befor-”

Behind her, Anthony came whistling around a corner and stuck his head into the study nook, stealing her head phone from her ear and kissed her cheek hard.

She smiled and just as quickly frowned.

“C’mon babe,” said Anthony, “Sebastian’s throwing a killer basement bash for the holidays. Let’s go to the party.”

The college girl laughed mockingly at her boyfriend, “I’m sorry, did you forget that we have a test tomorrow? I don’t have time to go out wasting it away with your degenerate friends.”

Chris hands sneakily ran down over your thighs and slipped beneath the night gown to cup your belly. Your breath hitched. You couldn’t tell if you were aroused or disgusted anymore. Why of all times and places was he groping you now?!

“Baby,” the hockey player sighed, “You’re the smartest chick I know. I’m sure you’ll pass tomorrow. A little bit of dancing and drinking won’t change that.”

“No,” she firmly hissed and turned her head back to your book. Anthony’s chest deflated.

“Anthony just wanted to party all the time,” you scoffed to Chris, “He was so horny and stupid I can’t believe I actually dated him.”

He gave you a side ways glance, his thumb rubbed tiny circles into your skin.

“So you dumped him?” he asked looking between you and your younger studying self.

Sheepishly you looked away and shrugged, “...not exactly...it’s complicated.”

“Enlighten me,” he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek after.

Your body grew warmer by the second especially in places you wouldn’t have guessed. Your insides felt alive and buzzing. It was so wrong.

“...I...” Anthony paused and took a few moments to break out his voice, “I can see your studies are more important than me, huh? We haven’t hung out in ages and...you’re never taking a break from study to enjoy life with me... Is this really more important? I mean, c’mon...” his eyes softened, “It’s almost Christmas break.”

And it was violent. You jumped watching her turn and announce cold cuttingly, “As a matter of fact, this is. I don’t have time to waste on dumb doornail guys when I need to succeed. I guess I can’t expect a hopeless hockey player to understand. Go skate on some ice and hit a put, it’s not like you’ll be able to feed your future family.”

His eyes widened.

Your eyes widened.

Her eyes darkened with scornful hate.

He kissed her head and shook his head, he whispered, “Merry Christmas Y/N. I wish you nothing but the world in your palm, I just won’t be in it.” He stood away shakily. Tears were pearled in his eyes as he walked away leaving her to her own devices. She grunted and went back to her studies... The next morning you had earned the top score of the class.

You knew the break up was quick, you didn’t remember saying such a mean thing to the guy you had fallen mad head over hill in love with.

You couldn’t believe you had been so cruel.

But you had. And there was nothing you could do to take it back. It happened. It was done. Finished.

And Anthony did nothing wrong except invite you to a party, a party you never went to, a party where he met his future wife.

“Spirit remove me from this place,” you choked as your chest began trembling.

Chris hushed you and kissed the side of your head, “It’s alright, I told you before, these are merely shadows of the past, things that have been.”

He wiped the unwilling tears coursing down your cheek.

You shook your head and wailed, “I don’t fucking care! Remove me! Take me somewhere else!”

A vile sobbing wail screamed from your lips. You didn’t know where it had come from. Your knees gave way and you fell, Chris’ arm caught your waist in time and laid you down across the carpet.

The vision of time phased away to the darkness. You felt your heart get louder, fearing the unknown pitch black. His hot hand cupped your cheek and you found yourself cowering into his chest.

1:40am 25th December, 2023, New York City.

There was a faint light in the area around you. Dim and blue. Your eyes struggled to open...you lifted your head from what you originally believed was Chris’ chest. Yet it revealed to you quickly that the warmth was only your soft pillows. You were back in your own bedroom again. The sheets has been wrapped around your waist and legs.

You didn’t know how to feel. You just cried. You buried your head and sobbed. You missed your mother and the father you once had. You missed Anthony and regretted how much you might’ve hurt him. And you missed being touched...you missed Chris’ warm hands holding you and the foolish grin he wore. You barely knew up but you mourned his existence that might’ve not been real at all.

Sitting up sniffling and sighing hard, you got out of your bed and walked to your kitchen. You reached for your coffee machine and paused. No, you need something stronger. You went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle of wine from earlier. You intended to finish the damn thing and forget everything for a while.

Turn back around you returned to your room to lay back in your three thousand dollars bedsheets...

Except you didn’t recall buying him too.

Chris, still here. Now laying across your very luxuriously soft duvet. He made it dramatically obvious, running his cheek into your pillow smelling the essence of your tears.

Your spine shot up and down hot. You tried not to smile. You were pleased he was here. You didn’t know where he came from or where he was hiding before but seeing him again welcomed something into your cold heart.

His eyebrows wiggled, “Oh, Merlot? For me? You shouldn’t have.”

You hummed feigning your displeasure, “Its Pinot Noir... I didn’t think you’d be so uncultured.”

He chuckled, looking down at the soft fabrics he was pinching, “Yea, well I’m probably more knowledgeable on hot chocolate and eggnog more than anything.”

He pat the spot beside him, inviting you to sit on your own bed. You felt it was ironic and ludicrous.

“Maybe...anyway...don’t you have somewhere else to be? Someone else to bother?” You snipped and cocked your hip.

“As a matter of fact...” he rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, “I don’t, so be a good snowflake and join me, the covers are incredible!”

You snorted softly rolling your eyes, “I know,” you sat on the bed and unscrewed the bottle, you took a deep sip and cringed a croak, “I bought them.”

He took the bottle from his hands, not asking if he could. But really what was the point in fighting him. He stole your wine and took his own sip. You couldn’t help stare at his bobbing Adams apple.

He passed the bottle back. You were going to take another drink before Chris said, “It all makes sense now.”

You eyes him putting the bottle down....he was daring you to ask it, you knew it...and you complied.

“What?”

You crawled onto your knees on the mattress and waited with your curious eyes. The wine warmed your belly. You tossed your head to one side, staring up and down the Spirit. He had such an appealing form for something so inhuman and supposedly holy.

He smiled.

“What!?” you repeated needfully.

He sighed, “This,” he waved his hand towards you.

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Exactly.”

Your eyes narrowed and a bold bolt drove through you, the twinge of annoyance mixed with frustrated anger, “If you’re going to talk in riddles, you can get the fuck off my bed and get the fuck out of my apartment. Merry fucking Christmas.”

His smile remained but his eyes sparkled with mischief. He lifted his chin.

“How you became a holiday hating, grievously malicious, uptight little cunt.”

Your eyes could have popped out from your head, “Excuse me?!” You gagged on nothingness. Your fists curled...‘What happens to people who punched Spirits in the nose?’

He shrugged and sighed, “You wanted to know. Don’t blame me for telling you the truth. I don’t do white lies, that’s not in my books.”

You grabbed the wine again and took a mean big gulp, glaring at him from the corner of your eye, “If that was the case,” your voice said with barbs, “Children wouldn’t believe in Santa and the north pole and his company of elves.”

He pursed his lips and nodded before he snatched the bottle from your hand and vanished it from existence.

“Hey!” you snapped, “I wasn’t finished with that! It cost me-”

“Nothing,” he interrupted and tapped his fingers on his chest, “It didn’t cost you a penny because you got a refund when you lied to the winery that it’s wax seal was broken upon delivery when it very well wasn’t...but upon tasting it you felt it wasn’t worth the price you paid therefore it shouldn’t cost you a dime...it didn’t cost you a damn thing.”

You sat back and gulped, ‘How the fuck-‘

“Christmas past remember? I see all...so don’t bother trying to convince me that you needed to finish that meaningless sip,” he curtly said, “You need to focus on bettering your mindset and yourself. It’s important.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and pouted down at the floor. You wanted to cry and scream with embarrassment, you wanted to kick or break something.

He smirked and picked up your chin with a long finger. You sniffled and jerked your head away. You crawled down to the very end of your bed. You pulled the covers back and kicked the sheets before sliding your feet under them and pulling them up to your chin.

You huffed softly, feeling the prickling heat of tears behind your eyes, why did he have to shame you so easily, “Or what, you gonna chain me up like Marlene? Go on then, call me a cunt again. Put me on your big ol’ scary naughty list.”

You shook your head and rolled your entire body away from him. A tear rolled from your eye and soaked down into your pillow, meeting the rest of its previous brethren tears.

Chris gazed down at you with sad hope. He really did want you to pass the test. He knew you had the potential, but did you have the drive? Maybe you just needed the push...

You were lonely in life more than ever before. You were miserable despite convincing yourself you were incredibly successful in all parts of life.

His arm circled forward and bodly rubbed down your middle and curled around your waist. You sniffled again, ignoring his touch all together.

He laid his cheek ontop of yours and whispered, “Do you want to know what happens to naughty girls like you? You want to really know what they get?”

You shut your eyes, you didn’t want to look at him. You were upset and too ashamed. You didn’t want to be teased again.

You mumbled grumpily, “Coal up their ass?”

“Oh it’s not coal that goes up there,” he hummed deeply

Your eyes fluttered awake.

His hand reached under the duvet and touched your bare thigh...his finger tips wriggled in between your thighs and attacked your clit...your breath hitched.

“I gather you need motivation if you are to improve your outlook on life,” he breathed huskily into your ear.

Your lips parted, your eyes squeezed tight. A gurgling moan crawled from your throat. You rocked your hips into his hand and savoured his controlling hand.

Tiny pants left your lips as he pushed two fingers inside of your salivating pussy. He twitched them back and forth at an average steady pace.

His hot wet tongue licked from your shoulder up to your ear. His loud sucking on your skin cause a small keen shudder to glide down your spine. He kissed your neck and sighed into your skin.

His knee curled up and pressed between your thighs, he fully intended to keep your entire pussy open and available to his instrumental fingers.

“Look at you,” he muttered, “So compliant when I have my fingers up this stubborn cunt. Are you going to promise you’ll behave and obey me from now on? Cease you insistent fight?”

“Pl-please Chris,” you gasped,

He smirked against you skin, “Please what?” he purred

“F-fuck!” you whined and pressed your ass back against him, trying to rub against his hidden cock.

He slapped your backside once making you jump. He chuckled wickedly, “I will if you promise to obey and listen.”

You panted and groaned, “Make- make me!” you wouldn’t submit so easily....not even for unworldly dick.

His noise was feral, rising from the back of his throat like a growl. He pressed his mouth to yours. You whined, his tongue choked you and pressed your tongue down, dominating you even in kiss.

He gasped pulling back, “Very well you stubborn slut.”

He snapped his fingers and poof- the blankets, your night gown and surprisingly all his clothing vanished from the bed all together.

You gasped at the feeling of his hot skin pressing up your back. Your hands clawed the pillows as he thrust his fingers fast and hard. Your eyes started to roll until the sensation was totally lost. He selfishly took his hand back, moments before you hit the high. You whimpered and trembled. You couldn’t breathed you were a mixture of frustration, anger and needy obsession. You would have done anything for him to finish.

He sat up and rolled you until your belly was laid over his legs. His cock you could not see but feel touching you made you excited and eager to know how it would feel to fuck you. His hands roughly kneaded your thighs and bottom.

‘No...he wouldn’t...’

His hand came flying down cracking across the skin of your ass. You squealed and felt your hips launch up in the air. The sting was like a cutting burn that lasted for around thirty seconds. He did it again and again. His flat palm struck you and would the pain absorb before rubbing the flesh. You didn’t fight him and that did not surprise him.

Your hips wriggled and twisted. His hand was harsh and fiery. You groaned and savoured it. And when it felt almost too much and you tried to wiggle free. He pinned you down hard by your neck and shoulders.

You bit your lips and cried, really cried. You grit your teeth and sobbed through each striking spank on your naked ass. Your hands clawed the bed and the skin of his thighs. He hailed into you harder. You screamed and choked on your sobs. It wasn’t fun anymore. It hurt and he wasn’t stopping even when you began squealing and kicking your legs on the bed trying to twist your hips away.

“Stop! Stop please! Please! It hurts! No more, no more.”

“If you didn’t want this, you’d behave.”

You swore he had to have been flaying your skin by his hand until you reached back and cupped or own hot cheeks, protecting yourself from his whiping palm.

You sobbed and trembled. You flinched and whimpered with shining tears when a surprisingly soft knuckle brushed your cheek and his husky voice hushed you softly.

He slowly turned you over off his lap and dragged you close to his chest.

He shoved his thumb into your mouth. You didn’t fight or pull back. You sucked on this digit, wrapping your lips around it. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you closer. Your breasts pressed to his chest, he was warm

And his thumb gave you something to focus on instead of your burn sore bottom. You whined and laid your head back on the pillows. You rubbed to cheek on the warm skin of his shoulder while he soothed you from your tears using his soft cooing and thumb you greedily kept in your mouth. You moaned and mewled over it, licking the pad and scratching your tongue along his nail.

His fingers ran up and down your back. He pulled his thumb from your mouth with a gentle pop.

“Look at you,” he whispered, “Greedy, spoilt, but once you’re faced with real consequences you come to heel...”

You tried shaking your head, denying it. No. You were an independent woman with control.

A false mocking awe came from him as he said, “Oh yes, yes that’s exactly what you are. But you’re going to promise to be a good girl from now on or else you’ll never cum again.”

You were speechless...you wanted to be fresh with him and state that you still owned a vibrator...but what if he took it away like your wine.

He spread your thighs, he tugged your knees over his hip and rubbed your clit with his fingers until you were wet enough to his liking. He kissed you again, laughing as you pressed yourself up into him, stealing any physical touch you could possibly gain. He ran a soft hand across your cheek, tender and loving. His lips suckled their way down to your chest. Those red cherry lips plucked at your nipples and soft breasts.

Finally the tip of his pink cock touched your pussy. It was firm and from what you could see in the faint dark, it was lengthy. Your arms reached up and held onto his shoulders, you dug your nails sharply into his shoulders as he entered.

He grunted and sighed, struggling to stuff himself in and would pause when your noises were whines of pain. He made sure to avoid any tearing.

And when he managed to press himself taut into you, his balls touching your ass and thigh, you felt like you had been through a workout.

The walls of your cunt were filled to every crevice of his fat cock. You moaned when he moved tiny thrusts into you instead of brutally slamming.

You pressed your mouth to him again, his eyes looking back at you with adoration. He jerked his hips back a little meaner watching you gasp. He mocked your gasp before kissing your nose and then your mouth. He did it again to taste and feel your gasp.

He moved you back, dislodging quickly so that he could climb over you and enter swiftly inside. He picked your legs up with the backs of your knees and anchored himself down, harder and faster picking up the speed.

“You hear that?” he asked and moved himself in smaller jerks, “Dirty little slut, you’re drooling syrup all over my pole.”

And if you weren’t so close to cumming you would’ve laughed. His hand pressed down on your throat. He barrelled into you and slapped a breast.

The sensations of being prevented to breathe as straight and the slap intensifies all your senses. You groaned and choked.

He hissed, bending down to press his nose into yours.

Your legs wrapped tight around his waist trying to lift your hips up to meet him.

“You want to cum?” he snarled? You nodded trying to not cry again. God you needed it.

“Pl-pl-please,” you gasped through the violent thrusts.

He licked your cheek and growled, “You promise to be on your best behaviour from now on?”

You whimpered and nodded.

His thumb attacked your clit as he fucked you.

“Cum,” he whispered, “Cum for me on my cock little slut.”

Your body contorted, muscles strained as you released a soundless scream. You threw your head back let you body be consumed by the orgasm you let tear through your entire body. Your bones and chest rattled. When air finally came to your lungs you let out a powerful sob. But Chris gazing down at you bore joyful vision at your smile as you cried.

You felt incredible, hit by a bus made of all things delightful.

His cock was still inside you. You didn’t take a moment to think about him or whether he cummed. You selfishly enjoyed the gift he gave you and forgot about the promise you had vowed.

He pulled away slowly. You hissed at the departure. So sensitive.

You curled lazily up into a ball and fluttered your eyes shut.

You only recalled feeling his hot lips against your ear, “I will return to you when the bell chimes once more...” his pecked your cheek and left you to lay in your mess, exhausted and falling into your own sleep again.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Making cookies with Chris

This is a Christmas One shot that i had in mind half the month. Enjoy!

Warnings:None just pure fluff! I might start out with some drama but the rest is cute i swear!

Paring: Chris Evans X Girlfriend reader!

You and Chris were spending Christmas together for the first time this year and his family is coming over so you ask him to help you make a batch of yummy cookies.

You were in the kitchen in this gold and black outfit with cute black heels.

"Hey babe did you find the food coloring?" You ask from the kitchen. Chris walks in. "Found it dodger helped out too"

You look at him pushing a thing of your bangs out of your eyes. "oh great job you two!"

You take the bottle and slightly tip it into the batter and chris smirks and hits the bottle making it spill all over the batter.

You stand there frozen in place. You hear chris says. "opps! sorry babe!" You look at him pressing your lips together and say. "Evans!" You lightly hit his arms getting frosting on his arm. "baby you got my sweater with frosting on it!"

"My god chris!" You wash your hands then say. "this batch is fucking ruined!" You sigh. "And your family is coming over in less than an hour"

Chris smirks. "that's not going to be the only thing ruined." You glare at him. "Unbelievable! Stop thinking with your dick for once" You storm out of the room.

Chris looks at dodger. "what don't give me that-" dodger walks to you. "great my girlfriend and dog are pissed"

You look at chris. "Well yea if you didn't dump a whole fucking thing of green food coloring i wouldn't be mad at you!" You fold your arms with a pout.

"Y/N i said sorry!" You sigh. "god i can't be mad at you for this it's dumb i'm sorry chris"

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist being that he was six feet and you were much shorter than him which you loved that about him most well you liked tall men in general.

Chris kisses your lips softly and you pull away. "forgive me?" he smiles. "Of course babe"

"Now what about the cookies?" Chris looks at the bowl. "Oh! i have an idea" he walks to the bowl and grabs a spoon and mixes it. You walk over and watch him. "Chirssy what are you doing?"

"Give me a sec sugarplum" He grabs a tray and puts the cookie dough on them then puts them in the oven. "Cookies that are bright colored will be a big hit"

You smile nodding. "if you say so" Chris glances at the frosting and then at you and your texting his mom who said they are five minutes out. Chris grabs some frosting and dabs it on your nose. "ops!"

You look at him. "Chris" You giggle and put some on his face with a louder laugh. "got ya!" pretty soon you two are covered in frosting on your faces and someone knocks on the front door.

Chris says. 'Go wash up my love" he kisses your nose licking some of the frosting off of it.

You giggle. "okay" Chris pulls the cookies out and the person knocks again and scott yells. "Chris!! are you guys busy!?"

Chris walks to the door and opens it saying. "Man i'm here i'm here sorry was making cookies with y/n, come in."

His family walks in with cookies and gifts. You walk into the living room. "Hey everyone" Lisa smiles. 'hello y/n oh my gosh your pretty shirt looks like you went through a snow blower"

You smile looking at your shirt. "Oh it's flour all good" You wipe off the dust and chris says. "we had some fun while baking" He winks at you making you blush. "yup the cookies are done too right chris?" He nods. "yes they are done they are just cooling"

Scott walks to you and hugs you saying in your ear. "I can guess the kid of fun you two had" You pull away with a smile. "Shh" he nods. "Oh won't tell a soul"

At the end of the night you and chris say goodbye to his family and cuddle on the couch, Dodger jumps into chris's lap making him go. 'jezz dodge" You giggle looking at chris and dodger. "he wants some cuddles too!" Chris kisses your head saying. "i love you sugarplum" You smile. "i love you too frosting man!"

Chris laughs. "when we get married and have kids you will not let this down uh?" You smile. "nope they will know just how their dad is with mom when they were dating" Chris leans his head on yours. "wouldn't want this Christmas any other way then"

A/n thanks for reading this sweet little one shot reblogs and comments help me out big time! Merry Christmas everyone.

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[krirebr]

So, one year at Christmas -when I was working this really shit job- I had to work over the holidays- straight through. Didn’t have the time off to travel to my family to celebrate and it was really lonely. Which babe is going to help me get in the holiday spirit and what would be their go to ways to cheer me up?! 🥺

Oof, I've definitely had working holidays before. They really suck. This would have made it a lot better:

A Merry Little Christmas

Pairing: Jake Jensen x GN!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff and feels

You stepped into the blistering cold to realize that it was snowing. Ugh. Maybe another year you’d be able to appreciate the perfect snowglobe effect the weather was currently giving to Christmas Eve, but not this year, when you’d not only had to work, but you’d had to work late. You were so tired and now you’d have to walk through all this to the bus stop and wait for the bus that was probably running late. You didn’t even want to think about the fact that you’d just be back here tomorrow to do it all over again on Christmas Day, instead of at home with your family, hours away.

You started to make your way down the sidewalk when you heard someone call your name. You turned towards the parking lot, where you saw Jake, standing in front of his beat-up car, waving at you. He was wearing a little Santa hat and his nose was pink from the cold.

“What are you doing here?” you asked when you got close enough. “I thought you’d gone to your sister’s?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I couldn’t leave you all by yourself. Not on Christmas.” Despite all your best efforts to remain cool, you started to cry. “Hey, hey, no,” he said quickly, as he pulled you into his arms. “What’s wrong? What’d I do?”

“No, nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong!” you cried into his shoulder and then pushed yourself back, just a little so that you could look at him. “I’m sorry, I'm just so tired. And this is really nice. You’re really nice.” You hadn’t even been together that long, just a few months. Certainly not long enough for him to sacrifice his plans for you.

He smiled at you, big and genuine. “Come on, let’s go back to my place. I’ve stocked my kitchen with lots of hot chocolate and I’ve got Christmas movies all queued up. And your family’s gonna gather so you can Facetime them. Then in the morning, I’ll drive you back here and pick you up when you’re done so we can have Christmas dinner together. I’m gonna make us a big, fancy meal.”

The “I love you,” just slipped right through your lips. You stopped and stared at him, a little horrified. You hadn’t said that to each other yet. But standing there, in the snow, looking at his red nose and his dumb, little hat. You knew that you did. How could you not?

His smile, somehow, got even bigger. “I love you too,” he said. “I’ve been dying to say it for weeks, but I didn’t want to freak you out.” He kissed you, sweet and tender, and despite how cold it was, you felt a warm glow spread through you. He pulled back and rested his cold nose against yours. “Merry Christmas.”

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[andydrysdalerogers]

Where is Home? (Chris Evans)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 3.7K ish

Songs: Bring Me Love - John Legend

Summary: Its Christmas Eve and you are just trying to make your flight home to Boston. And of course nothing goes right. Especially when you accidentally insult a fellow Bostonian… one of its more famous ones…

Warnings: smut, drinking, minor angst,

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A/N: I wrote this for a Christmas 2021 prompt however this tweet inspired me to share it now. Read on, it’ll make sense…

RIP iPhone 6.

It’s like a scene from a damn Christmas movie.  You are running though the concord of the airport in Chicago, desperate to make it to the gate of your flight.  Boston, your final destination, in sight.

“Excuse me, pardon me,” you say as you weave in and out of the crowd.  “64B,” you chant as you look for the right gate. Of course, it’s the one farthest from you but you haul ass, not wanting to miss this flight.

Which you do because the universe just likes to fuck with you.

You see the plane roll back from the window and you let the lone tear roll down your check.

“Is it gone?” You hear from behind you. You wipe the tear, ignore the question and start to talk to the gate attendant to see what you can do to get home. Hoping there is a flight in the next few hours.  And there is nothing.  You would have to wait until the morning to get onto another flight to Boston.  The other attendant is explaining the same things to a man in a cap standing next to you.  A Boston boy from the looks of it, with his Sox cap low on his brow and a Patriots hoodie underneath a leather jacket.

“That’s brave,” you say under your breath as you wait for the attendant to book your seat and give you a replacement ticket.

“What is?”

Shit, he heard you. But you put on a brave face.

“Wearing all that Boston shit in a town that loves its team and hates ours.” You offer a smirk at your words.  You’re a Boston girl through and through and while you work in Chicago, home is where your family is, in Boston.

“Every city hates our teams, that’s just facts,” he replies, still looking down at what you assume is his phone.  Small thing, as you look at it and realized…

“Are you still rocking an iPhone 6?”

You look away and try to not slam your head into the counter.  Your filter was usually better but that one slipped.  The attendant slides you your ticket and an offer for a hotel, which you accept.  You thank them and start to move towards the front of the airport to catch a cab.  You have 18 hours before your 6 am flight and you might as well rest in said hotel room.

You moved through the crowd, not as fast this time.  Just walking away from your disappointment at the flight and your awkward interaction with a fellow Bostonian.  Lost in thought, make a mental note to call your mom, you feel a hand at your elbow, stopping you.  “Is there a problem with my iPhone 6?”

You look at the hand holding you and look up and are hit with what has to be the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen.  You stumble back and realize you had insulted not just a Bostonian but one of the more famous ones. “There’s nothin’ wrong with it.  Just didn’t realize people held on to old tech for so long anymore.”

Chris Evans stared at you longer than you knew was appropriate.  He knew you from somewhere but couldn’t place it.  The curve of your face, your hair, the lips that really captured his attention were all just so familiar.  He was finally able to formulate a response. “I don’t want to lose the pictures I have.  And why change something when it ain’t broke?  Is that good enough for ya, sweetheart?”

The one thing you missed about Boston was that accent.  That damn drawl that always made you weak in the knees.  How every word had its own pronunciation that, as the reporter that you were, had to lose so that the good people of Chicago could understand you. But it slipped out of you to reply.  “Yea, its good enough.  Sorry.”  You shrugged out of his grasp. Or tried to as he held you tighter.

“I know you.”

What a statement.  From a stranger.

“No, you don’t.  Let me go please.” You tried to pull away. “I’m a nobody.”

But he held you tighter.  And then realization hits him.  And he lets go.  “You’re a reporter.”

“One in the same.  Its YN.  See you around Mr. Evans.”  And you take off.  But he’s hot on your heels.  And grabs you again.  Obviously not learning from the mistake.  You stop and look at his hand again.  He lets go but stammers, “I’m so sorry.  Please don’t report this.”

You laugh.  “You obviously don’t know what I report.  It ain’t Hollywood news.” 

He smiles.  “I know that. I mean I know what you do.  You’re good. Really good.  Been watching Hawks games just to listen to your broadcasting.”

You flush. Being the rink reporter for the Blackhawks was your dream job.  Getting to talk to the players, giving insight to the game, showing off your knowledge for the sport that you love, it was almost perfect.  It would be perfect in Boston.  “Thank you,” you whisper.

“You’re welcome.” He smiles that radiant smile that truly made every girl swoon.  “You’re from Boston?”

“Yea, trying to go home for Christmas.”

“So you aren’t going be on for the next few games.” He is enamored with you although you feel like he’s just interrogating you at this point.

“Ahh, no. Missing the Kings and Knights but I will be on for the Boston game.”

“At home? You are?”

You flush again.  He was genuinely interested. In the middle of an airport.  You look around and he can sense the problem.  Too open, too public.  “Right.  Drink?”

You shook your head. “I was headed to my hotel.  Can’t fly home until tomorrow.”

“The Hilton?”  He gave the name of the hotel with a tilt of his head.

“Yeah, take advantage of the free room.”

“Me too.  So, drink at the hotel bar?”  He looked hopeful. “Share a cab there and back in the morning?”

Chris Evans is asking you to go out for a drink.

Who are you to be impolite? “Sure,” you said hesitantly.

Chris smiled big again.  He offered his arm this time.  You looped it through, and he guided you out to the private car that was waiting.

“I thought you said cab,” you said accusingly, eyes narrowing.

“C’mon, would you have said yes if I said I had a private car?”

He wasn’t wrong.  You shook your head, and he opened the door.  You slid into the town car and all the way over.  He got in right behind you and asked the driver to take you to the airport Hilton.  10 minutes later, you climbed out and headed in, removing your heavy coat. 

Chris hung back as you checked into your room.  Dressed in black and gray, he admired how your black turtleneck was tight around the curves of your torso, your grey pencil skirt wrapped your ass perfectly, stopping just above your knees.  Your legs covered in what he assumed were stockings that tucked into the black boots you wore.  He observed your necklace, a watch, and earrings but no rings.  He saw you turn back to him, room key sliding into your pocket.  He took in your face again.  Simple, classic, hair up in a ponytail, beautiful.

He moved to check in and asked for a room right next to yours. But you were too busy looking down, fiddling with your watch, a nervous habit, to overhear the request.

“Ready?”

You looked up to his crystal blue eyes.  “Yeah, what floor?”

“10.”

“Same.” You roll your eyes at the coincidence.

You headed into the elevator, trying to maintain some space.  Because the man is intoxicating all by himself. He had shed himself of his leather jacket, staying in the Boston hoodie and hat.  The beard was neat and trimmed. He let go of his rollaway to stretch for a moment, his sweater raising slowing along with his shirt.  She could see a flash of taut skin right above his jeans and a red belt standing out.  You looked away and tried not to blush.  A flash of desire ran through your body when thoughts of what he could do with that belt ran in your mind. Jesus, had it really been that long?

Chris knew what he was doing.  You were sexy as hell, a little Aphrodite, drawing him in.  She was a pistol, he thought.  Perfect, Boston bound, into sports and sassy.

They made it to their individual rooms and went into.  The room was simple, just the necessities.  Bed, TV, towels and an extra door.  Odd, you thought, but whatever. You went to the bathroom and washed your face, reapplied some of the makeup and went to lay down.  The bed was comfortable at least.  You almost dozed until you heard a knock.  You went to the door but found no one there.  But the knock came again.  You looked at the extra door.  And again, there was a knock.  You opened and there stood Chris, void of his sweater this time, just a black t-shirt, jeans, the red belt, hat and boots. He smiled when you answered. “Ready for that drink?”

“Sure,” you grabbed your purse as he entered your room. You made sure you had your room key and headed downstairs.  As soon as the elevator doors opened, Chris placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you to the hotel bar.  Seated at a table in the corner, a waiter came by.  You ordered a gin martini and Chris ordered a beer.

“How long have you been in Chicago?”

“Three years. Being a commentator for a hockey club had been my dream for years.  Its almost perfect.”

“How is it not perfect?”  Chris leaned in to hear you.

“Because it’s not Boston.”  The drinks made it to the table, and you took a sip, needing the liquid courage.

“I mean I get why Boston is so awesome.  But why?”

“Home is where my family is.  My home is in Boston.  I wouldn’t have to travel so much.  Maybe I could settle down and have my own family.”  He opened his mouth to speak but you stopped him.  “I get it, I could do that in Chicago but,” you sigh, “it’s not Boston.”

He stared at you again.  You really were perfect. “So, you are commentating in Boston?”

“Yeah, for a try out. If I can nail it, I can move for the next season.” You stare off in the distance, watching the highlights for last nights game.

“So why wait until Christmas Eve to travel?”

“Why did ya wait?” Your accent showing though.

Chris laughed hard.  “Yea, I guess I earned that one.  I had a meeting with a producer and a shoot for an ad.  Guess I just didn’t plan it correctly.”

“At least you’re honest.  A headline for a story during my next broadcast.  Captain America is bad at planning.”  You waived your hand like seeing a banner.  “Breaking News at 11.”  You giggle and Chris laughs with you.

“Sweetheart, you know you will blow all the fans out of the water with that.  He is the man with a plan.”

“A badly executed plan but whatever.”  You take another sip.  Chris watches as your cheeks become rosier with the alcohol, just adding to the beauty of your face.

“You didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.  Why wait until Christmas Eve?”

“I had the game last night and then I figured I just fly in like Santa.  It wasn’t a bad plan until my ex decided to show up at my apartment.  Six months later and you would think he would get it in his thick skull we were done.” This statement caused you to down your martini.  

“Its what you get for dating a Chicago boy.” Chris tsked at you.

“That’s fair.”

The drinks kept going, Chris insisting next that you should eat. You got to know Chris better over a Christmas Eve dinner of pretzels and mozzarella sticks. 

“If you could have one wish for Christmas that would absolutely come true, what would it be?” you ask.

He sat back and looked at you.  He took a long swallow of beer.  “I would like to find a girl and have her raise a family with me in Sudbury.  I’ve been lookin’ and I can’t seem to find the right one.”

You could see the regret in his eyes, of not having the dream.  But you understood, its what you wanted.  You didn’t say anything, knowing anything you said would just be taken as either sympathetic or made him feel like shit.

Chris cleared his throat.  “How about you?  Any wish?”

“It’s the same as you.  Wish I could find that too.  My problem is that most guys can’t handle a woman who would be the bread winner. They would want me to change my career or be a stay at home.  I worked really hard to get here.  I wouldn’t want to change it for the world.”

“I can see that. Sucks because there is nothing sexier than a woman in charge.”  He sent you a smirk that had you been standing, would have made you weak in the knees.

He continued to get to know you.  But when you looked at it said 9PM on your watch, you decided to call it a night. He walked you back to your room and rubbed his neck as you tried to open the door.  Finally successful, you turned to look at him.  The Adonis in front of you.  “Thank you for making this Christmas Eve ok, since we couldn’t be with our families.”

“It was my pleasure, YN.  See you in the morning for that ride?”

“Yes, of course.”  And you slid into your room.  You checked your phone, and you had a video message from your mom.

We miss you tonight, but we can’t see you tomorrow, your family said together.  All of them jammed into the video. 

You felt the tear fall. You missed your family but you knew, 12 more hours and you would be home. You changed into your silk pajama top and shorts and got ready to climb into bed, setting an alarm to get you up.  You let the emotions wash over you, your pillow now wet with your tears. A knock startled you and you knew it was Chris.  Without thinking, you opened the door.

And he was standing there like before.  Except there were only abs that you could see, the jeans hanging low with that damn red belt still looped around.  You swallowed and looked up at Chris.

“Are you ok?”

You nod.  “I just miss home,” you say.  “Its been a long year and I’m feeling more alone.” You wipe your tears away. “Did you need something Chris?”

“I needed to do this before I lost my nerve,” he said. He put his hand on your neck and pulled you in for a kiss that should have set you on fire.  His lips moved perfectly against yours, and he ran his tongue on your lips, asking for entrance.  You let him in, and you could taste the beer he was drinking.  You moaned and pressed yourself against him. He wrapped his arms around you, needing you closer.  Finally, you came up for air. He pressed his forehead to yours, not wanting to let go.

“Chris,” you whispered, “what are you doing?”

“You’re perfect, YN.  And you are everything I have been looking for.” He kissed you again gently.

Your mind swirled, still slightly inebriated from the martinis but now drunk on Chris. “I…”

“Spend the night with me sweetheart.  I wanna wake up on Christmas with you.”

Fourteen words.  Fourteen indications that this wasn’t a dream.  He was perfect, everything about him was perfect.

“Yes.”

Its all he needed.  He grabbed the key card you left on the dresser, picked you up behind your thighs and took you into his room.  He sat while you straddled him and kissed him again.

This has to be the craziest thing you ever done. 

A one-night stand with Chris Evans.

You let it go, not wanting to dwell on the fact you would only get this man for one night.  And he can sense that you are getting nervous or worried.  He pulled back, to look at your eyes, lust blown, void of makeup, even more beautiful than he can imagine.

“Be with me.”

It’s a ghost of a whisper you think you can hear before he attacks your neck with kisses and gentle bites.  You relish in the attention, never wanting it to end. You grind down into his lap and his growls, feeling your heat on his cock. He stands, lifting you at the same time and turning to lay you down on his bed.  The silk top slides slightly, giving him a peek at your hardening nipple.  He groaned and bit the nub through the silk, enjoying the moan he pulled from you.

“Be with me.”

You can’t focus on the words as he plays with your body, knowing exactly how to make you squirm and moan, as if he has known it for your entire life. You are his guitar, playing the notes to bring you out.  When he skated over your shorts on your clit, you cry out in ecstasy, the sensation already building in your core.

Chris kneels down at the edge of the bed and let’s his fingers play with the top of your shorts, looking up at you, waiting.  You nod, no words needed to give permission.  He kisses your belly button and then around your hip bones, softly, feather like as he slowly pulls down your shorts. His mouth moves to kiss your thighs, skipping where you now needed him.  "Chris," you whisper.

“So fakin’ beautiful,” you hear as he places the first kiss, you want to cry out again but you cover your mouth.  “Don’t hold back,” he says, “I want to hear you.” His tongue licked up your slit, taking no mercy. He needed taste you, feel you, make you his.

“Oh god, please.” You squirmed and Chris laid a heavy arm over your abdomen, pinning you to the mattress.  “Chris, please.”

“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”  He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t want to.

“I need you.” You just had to be honest.  You wanted him.  But was it just for the night or forever?  Suddenly Boston was even more important.  Because Boston was home.  And he was at home.

He slipped up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself.  And you feel like you are hearing things.

“Be with me.”

No, its still a dream. Until…

“Come home with me.”

It’s the siren’s call you needed.  And then Chris thrusted into you, and you cried, tears of joy at the fullness, the pure, raw power he used to make you feel like you were on cloud nine.  He waited for you to be comfortable before you tilted your hips up and he moved. Slowly at first and then harder, with more passion than you have ever felt. He hid his face in your neck, listening to you sigh in his ear, you listen to the little grunts he gave.

He could feel you tighten around him.  Heaven, pure heaven.  You fit together like puzzle pieces.  He never wanted to leave.  “Baby, tell me you’re close?”

“So close, oh, so close.”

“Good.”  He sped up and nibbled on your neck.  That was your undoing.  You came with a long moan, quivering and pulsing around him.  It took two, three more thrusts before he came as well.  He slowed his movements, riding out the high.  He lifted up to see your blissful expression, matching his own.  And he says it louder…

“Be with me.”

You know you heard it this time.  What was he doing? “Chris?”

“I found you and I don’t want to let go.  Come home with me.” He gave little Eskimo kisses, causing you to giggle. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Logic comes to your brain. “I live in Chicago.”

“And I have a feeling you’ll nail your audition for Boston.  If not,” he sighed, “I guess I need a better coat for Chicago.”

“Chicago?”

“Because you’re right.  Home is where your family is.  But right now, home is also where you are. I don’t want you to change who you are.  Because I’m falling for the girl who is who she is.”

You start to get up; the sudden declaration makes you nervous.  How could someone fall so hard so fast?  You reach for your clothes. But it hits you. He’s everything you ever wanted.  He didn’t want to change you, just adapt with you. And it makes you ache. Because home is where he is.  You turn to face him, seeing his face look sad at the thought of you leaving.  But you lean in and press a kiss to his nose, causing him to smile. “I’m not saying that I would change my world for you, I’m just changing my perspective. But maybe we could give us a chance.”

He smiles and kisses you, bring you back down to the bed.  The clock hits midnight.  Its still like a Christmas movie, finding love on Christmas.

The morning comes too quickly, waking in each other’s arms. You and Chris head back to the airport, holding hands.

What a difference 18 hours makes.

Chris talks to the attendant and gets you seated together in first class.  It’s a quick flight, just over two hours. But he never let’s go, afraid you’ll disappear.  As the plane begins to land at snowy Logan International, he turns to you.  “Please don’t leave me.”

You cup his cheek and smile.  “Home… is wherever you are.” You kiss him gently.  “Ready to meet my dad?”

He leans into your warmth.  “Ready to meet Scott?” He kisses your palm as you nod. And he looks into your eyes. “I finally found my home… with you.”

[sarahrogersevans]

I Wanna Spend Every Christmas With You- Chris Evans xreader Christmas Fanfic

Summary: Reader and Chris are decorating their Christmas tree on Christmas Eve and Chris has a special surprise for reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft Chris, shy reader, not a lot of warnings

————Y/N’s POV——-

I love setting up the Christmas tree on the night before Christmas and listening to Christmas music, it always feels so magical. Ever since Chris and I got together four years ago every holiday has been wonderful and he loves Christmas just as much as I do. I got a few ornament boxes out and said “which ones did you wanna put up babe?” Chris picked up a toy story ornament and said “this one is always my favorite I put it up every year, mind if I change the song Y/N? I have a particular Christmas song I wanna play.” I got curious and said “oh, yes of course go for it.” Chris grabbed my phone and looked up the song he wanted on Spotify and then I heard it playing and said “ahh, this is a good one babe!”

I love Christmas this holiday always makes me happy and really makes me feel alive and having Chris home with me makes me feel even more happy. I’m glad he got Christmas off it wouldn’t be the same without him. Plus he loves decorating like I do and he feeds his dog Dodger treats while we decorate and I’ll hug Chris a lot because I love being close to him.

————- Chris’s POV———

Gosh I feel so nervous, I’m about to propose to Y/N and I want this to go right, ever since we started dating every holiday is so wonderful and she loves that I wanna decorate the tree with all Disney ornaments and spoils me every year though I feel guilty and try to spoil her and she just makes me so happy. I went through how I was gonna ask her in my mind one more time and then paused the music and dimmed the lights so the Christmas tree lights would glow.

Y/N said “hey Chris why did you pause the music?” I walked over to Y/N and took her hand in mine and got on one knee and she said “oh my god..” I smiled and said “Y/N, having you in my life is the best gift I could ever ask for and spending holidays with you will always be my greatest gift. I wanna spend every Christmas with you so, Y/N L/N.” I got the ring out and said “will you marry me?” Y/N shook her head yes while crying and said “yes, of course I will marry you Mr. Evans, I love you!” I got up and put the ring on her and took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her and said “I love you so much honey, gosh I was so nervous about this.” Y/N smiled and said “aww don’t be nervous that was wonderful Chris, you mean everything to me I love you with my whole heart I’m glad I’m yours.” I kissed her and said “I’m so lucky you’re mine I love you Y/N merry Christmas honey.” Y/N hugged me and said “merry Christmas Chris.”

Ok so since it’s Christmas Eve here I thought I’d post this now while I was thinking about it 😊🎄 happy holidays everyone!! Hope you enjoy!! xx love you all!

Taglist:

@chrisevansdaughter

@jessybarnes

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@sunshine-on-my-mind

@imyourbratzdoll

@royalwritersoftheuniverses

@evansgurl-love

@marvelstarker-mha98

@vrittivsanghavi

@nana1000night

@writersblog20

@delicatecoffeepeanut

@chrisdrysdale

@lovebittenbyevans

If I forget to tag anyone please let me know xx

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 ☕🎄

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1. Christmas market || Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

2. Mistletoe || Natasha Romanoff x Reader

3. Going ice skating || Wanda Maximoff x Reader

4. Snowball fight || Bucky Barnes x Reader

5. Making a gingerbread house || Jane Banner x Reader

6. Dancing to Christmas music || Bucky Barnes x Reader

7. Watching Christmas movies || Chris Evans x Reader

8. Secret Santa || Bucky x Reader

9. Candy Cane || Henry Cavill x Reader

10. Christmas Flashback || Andy Barber x Reader

11. New traditions || Ari Levinson x Reader

12. Present wrapping || Lloyd Hansen x Reader

13. Matching PJs || Andy Barber x Reader

14. Hat, scarf & mittens || Loki x Reader

15. Advent Calendar || Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

16. Curled in front of the fire || Stucky x Reader

17. Tree Lights || Avengers x Reader

18. Cold feet || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

19. Snow Angel || Johnny Storm x Reader

20. Christmas surprise || Steve Rogers x Reader

21. Break the ice || Henry Cavill x Reader

22. Spare blanket || Steve Rogers x Reader

23. Snowed in || Walter Marshall x Reader

24. Home for Christmas || Chris Evans x Reader

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a special thank you to @pscltlou​​ <33

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

COLLECTION OF CHRISTMAS THEMED FICS

RPF

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1847 Rating: Teen

The Nice List Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1190 Rating: Gen

Santa Bring My Baby Back Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader Word Count: 3208  Rating: Mature

Wrapped Around My Finger Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader Word Count: 3492  Rating: Teen & Up

Fist Fights and Silent Nights Pairing: Austin Butler x  Female Reader Word Count: 1827  Rating: Mature

Santa Tell Me Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1956 Rating: Teen

Will You Marry My Daddy? Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader Word Count: 999  Rating: Gen

All I Need Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 2323  Rating: Teen

Early Christmas Present Pairing: Ben Hardy x Female Reader Word Count: 1289  Rating: Gen

TV

Santa Stole My Girlfriend Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Free Beer and The Festive Season Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1043  Rating: Mature

Last Christmas Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

MARVEL

All I Want For Christmas Is You Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

A Perfect Christmas Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1260  Rating: Teen

HARRY POTTER

Santa Baby Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character, Draco Malfoy x Valentina Fleamont Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

A Little Magic Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 1300  Rating: Gen

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen

[nowandajenn]

It’s coming along, slowly but surely. I’m hoping it will be ready to go up in a few days!

[lives-in-midgard]

🎄Afternoon Cuddles

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve comes back home from a mission and you decide to spend the afternoon cuddling.

Word Count: 500

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part of my Fluffcember and I hope you like this! 💖This prompt reminds me of a Chris Evans fic I wrote this year. Click here if you want to check it out as well.

Divider made my @saradika.

Prompt 7: Cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate

(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)

Masterlist | Fluffcember Masterlist

Steve has been on a mission for three weeks and that day he finally came home. It was his last mission for the year. Steve made sure he didn’t have to go there anymore so he could spend Christmas season with you. Steve called you the day before and told you that he was on his way home. You missed Steve very much and you are so happy to have him back home. While Steve was away you decorated the apartment with some Christmas decorations and when Steve called you yesterday you made sure you had everything at home for dinner.

While you waited for Steve to come home, you prepared dinner and also cleaned the apartment a little. You were in the kitchen when you heard the key turn in the door. A smile immediately spread across your face.

“Sweetheart, I’m home.” Steve called quietly. With a smile you walked to the apartment door where Steve was leaning the shield against the wall. He was still wearing his Captain America suit, which means he must have gone straight to your apartment after landing at the compound.

“Hey, Stevie.” That’s what you said as you saw him standing there and Steve smiled back. You ran to him and jumped into his arms. Steve chuckled but then hugged you tightly.

“I missed you too.” Steve sighed and kissed your forehead. After a while you broke the hug. You looked up to him, Steve cupped your face and kissed you softly and then you smiled at each other.

“I love you so much sweetheart.”

“I love you too.” You said back softly. Steve took your hand and looked around the apartment, noticing the decorations. You saw Steve’s gaze soften as he looked around.

“Do you like it?” Steve looked back at you and squeezed your hand.

“I love it.” You giggled.

“Wait, how was the mission?” You asked Steve after a while.

“It went well, but I’m really exhausted.”

“Oh, Steve. Would you like to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes so we can cuddle before dinner?” You suggested and he nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds really good.” Steve said and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. While Steve went to shower, you made hot chocolate for both of you. You carried them into your bedroom and placed them on the bedside table. Then you sat down in bed, put the blanket around yourself and waited for Steve. After a while you heard the water stop and a few minutes later Steve entered the room in comfortable clothes. Steve sat down next to you, and you reached for a cup of hot chocolate.

“For you.” You said when you gave it to him.

“Thanks honey.” You and Steve took a few sips and then cuddled. He held you close and slowly rubbed your back. You both missed this so much and were so happy to be together again.

Taglist:

@marvelogic | @rogersbarber | @eviebuggg | @nicoline1998enilocin | @nekoannie-chan | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @noellez-best-life23 | @buckskemp | @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 | @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 | @mrsbuckybarnes1917

[foundmywei]

Buddie Fanfic Recs 1

Here are my favorite buddie fics! This post includes 40 of them, go to Part 2 for more~

10k words or under

the wood marked for your fire by hattalove

(10,264 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Chim. Weird question?” Chimney’s chair creaks. Buck cranes his head over the back of the couch and watches him straighten up, pop his back, close the folder. “You only ever ask me weird questions,” he says, and then crosses the loft to sit in one of the armchairs. He levels Buck with a look that’s way too knowing for the amount of words they’ve exchanged. “What’s up?” He takes a breath. “What does it feel like to be a dad?” in which buck is used to wanting things he's not allowed to have; it's just that he never thought being a father would be one of them.

but, baby, watching you blush by calvingseason

(10,100 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Eddie opens his mouth. Closes it. Finally, he settles on, “You told your parents you’re married? To a man?” Chimney and Hen both glance at him with twin looks that clearly mean he’s on his own with telling the rest of the story. Which—they had no problem teasing and joking about it three seconds ago, but now that Buck has to really get to the heart of the issue, they’re leaving it to him? Go fucking figure. “I told my parents,” Buck says, rubbing at the bridge of his nose with closed eyes, “that I’m married to you.” or, buck and eddie go to hershey for buck's high school reunion. the only problem? everyone thinks that they're married.

take my hand (take my everything) by cnomad

(10,307 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

When Buck has another near death experience, he decides the smartest thing to do is update his will. It's not a big deal, really—he just wants to take care of the people who matter most to him: Eddie and Chris. But to Eddie? To Eddie that's a pretty huge deal.

for all the perfect things i doubt by extasiswings

(5,199 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

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

it was you, love by hammersmiths

(6,673 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Eddie doesn’t realise the pattern until Karen says, “You’re collecting us like Pokémon.” “What, Wilsons?” Eddie says. He’s mostly distracted by Christopher on the couch, who is with Denny showing Miles, Hen and Karen’s newest foster, how to play Animal Crossing on his Switch. Miles is already developing the same starry-eyed look in his eyes Christopher himself gets around Buck. “You certainly don’t make it hard.” “Not Wilsons, dummy,” Karen says. “Lesbians.” Which is—not what Eddie was expecting her to say. “Uh. What?” or, Eddie befriends May and Linda at dispatch. Then realises some stuff.

you remind me of home (oh, baby, merry christmas) by catchingpapermoons

(7,247 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Buck, just come here,” Eddie says, and Buck feels his heart start to pound. “Do you need me to come get you?” “Oh.” He takes another deep breath. “You’re sure?” Eddie laughs. “Like Christopher won’t be over the moon that you’re here.” “For a month, Eddie.” “So?” -- or, Buck has to live with Eddie for a month, which would be fine if he wasn't in love with the guy.

one of the few things by thatnerdemryn

(7,222 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“I want someone who’s going to take care of him, love him just as I would without babying him or making him feel like he can’t do things, you know? I want someone who is going to fight for him, not against him, who would literally go through hell for him because he deserves it--” Eddie cut himself off, but Hen didn’t need him to continue. “You want it to be Buck.” Maybe she should’ve been more surprised or she should’ve asked the question instead of saying it so surely and causing the bit of panic that erupted in Eddie’s eyes, but it was obvious in everything Eddie was expressing. Or five times that Eddie tells someone else that Buck is Christopher's legal guardian plus one time he finally tells Buck.

someday soon i'll make you mine by lecornergirl

(2,710 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

"I didn't raise him to be this dramatic, you know," Eddie mutters as they listen to Christopher making his way down the hallway to make his entrance. "He gets this from you."  Eddie doesn't seem to think there's anything unusual about what he's just said, but something warm blooms in Buck's chest. He gets this from you. His artificial, arbitrary line in the sand between parent and not is blurring once again. 

you can start a family who will always show you love by fleetinghearts

(8,185 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Yeah, yeah, he’s—he’s my kid, he’s my kid,” Buck tells her, tripping over his words in the effort to get this whole process to hurry the fuck up so he can see Chris. There’s the sound of something hitting the floor from behind him, followed by what might be plastic bouncing off the shiny hospital tiles. The person at the desk looks up in surprise, over Buck’s shoulder, and he turns to look too. Eddie’s standing there, Styrofoam cup rolling at his feet, coffee splattered all down the bottom of his faded blue jeans. The plastic lid of the cup skitters over the tile before coming to a stop a few feet away. He looks like someone punched him in the gut, absolutely shellshocked, something Buck can’t quite read behind the startled expression on his face. or, buck's looking for something, and the diazes let him know he already has it

can't see anyone but you by allyasavedtheday

(4,967 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Besides,” he says, clearing his throat. “Once I’m on the date, there’s no beating me. I know how to treat a date right.” Buck tilts his head to the side, his cocky smirk re-emerging as he appraises Eddie. “Wanna put your money where your mouth is, cowboy?” “What?” “Let’s go on a date,” Buck says like it’s obvious. Eddie splutters through some attempt at a response but Buck carries on speaking before he can come up with something to say. “You show me your best date moves and I’ll show you my best date moves and whoever’s better doesn’t have to pay for dinner.” * Post 6x17, Buck and Eddie decide to go on a practice date. It goes exactly how you think it would.

something to hold onto by foxwatson

(5,185 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

There’s about a palm’s width of distance between Eddie’s knee and Buck’s thigh, where they’re both sitting on Eddie’s couch. It would barely take any movement at all for Eddie to just nudge his leg over a little further, press their knees together and let his rest there. or the one where frank tells eddie he should work on letting himself want things, and eddie starts by cuddling with buck

accidents happen ( but i will love you on purpose) by withmeornotatall

(4,425 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 171)

"Buck..." Eddie says lowly. "Did you already put a load of laundry in?" "I had nothing to do whilst Chris was doing his math homework," he explains himself, turning back to Eddie. "And my workout stuff smelt so bad, Eddie. I almost cried." "Buck, let me do the groceries then—" "No, Eddie, its fine." Buck shakes his head resolutely. "You know I love shopping, especially with Chris. And beside, you still have to do the light load and then fold it all up. Even split of chores, I promise." Buck wonders if Hen and Chim ever split their errands on their days off, before Karen and Maddie. (OR: buck kisses eddie, goes grocery shopping with christopher, then realises he's in love with eddie, in that order)

I-10 by sunryder

(6,997 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Instead of taking the 1-40 through Nashville back in 2012, Buck took the I-10 along the southern border. But once you were in West Texas, all roads led to El Paso. There was no getting out of the state without passing through it. Evan considered inevitability a pretty damn good analogy for Eddie Diaz. (Where Buck literally takes a different road and meets Eddie a few years early.)

baby, you were my picket fence by spaceprincessem

(6,179 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck is all in. He’s one-hundred percent, give em everything he’s got, will do anything Maddie asks— “You can’t tell anyone,” Maddie suddenly becomes so serious Buck feels like he has whiplash. He blinks a few times, brow furrowed, “Well, yeah I know that.” “No, Buck,” Maddie leans forward covering his hand with her own, “I mean it. No one else is allowed to know about this.” Buck opens his mouth, but Maddie reads him like the traitorous sister that she is and cuts him off by saying, “That includes Eddie.” “Maddie,” Buck whines, and he’s very well aware at how pathetic it sounds, “that’s not fair! It’s — he’s — it’s Eddie!” [or Maddie wants to propose to Chimney. She gets Buck involved. Buck can't tell anyone. He somehow proposes to Eddie instead.]

all i know since yesterday by sibylsleaves

(6,082 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck knows what he’s doing might be constituted as ‘a bit creepy,’ but he can’t really help it. He has a book in his lap, so it’s not like he’s just staring at Eddie, but—ok, so he hasn’t actually read a page in over twenty minutes, and in the meantime he has watched his best friend chop like six different kinds of vegetables to go in Bobby’s ragu. “How’s it going, Buck?” Hen asks, flinging herself into the adjacent arm chair. “Fine,” Buck says, barely looking at her. “But something’s up with Eddie.” or, Eddie flirts. Buck worries.

Break Glass in Case of Emergency by Beforeastorm

(2,894 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point:

“It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.” “One I really hope we’ll never have to use.” “But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.” When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

like a heartbeat racing by elisela

(3,600 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck can do this. He can totally do this, it’s just a favor for Maddie, and what’s he good at if not helping out his sister? Sure, doing a cake tasting when you’re neither the bride nor the groom is a little … unorthodox … but it’s cake. He loves cake, he specifically ate fewer carbs all week so he could pig out to his heart’s content on cake, delicious, fluffy cake, and he can do this. “I can’t do this,” he blurts out the night before, pacing the apartment with Eddie on speakerphone. “Maddie said she told them I would be coming so at least I don’t have to pretend to be Chim, but how pathetic is it to show up to a cake tasting alone?”

you were the wilderness I crossed into by rowan_wood

(9,218 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Truth.” “How many times have you fallen in love?” The table was quiet, but Eddie didn’t take long to think it over. “Three times.” “With who?” Lucy asked. “Nope, not part of the question,” he smiled at Lucy, easy as anything. Buck tried to count quickly in his head, the math not adding up. “My turn, right?” Eddie asked the group. “Chim. Truth or dare.” or: the 118 has a 24 hour shift, and zero calls. The firefam spends it playing games, and everyone takes the opportunity to tell Buck just how much they love him.

11k - 40k words

The Family We Choose by maybeamystery

(20,468 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Hey, bud!” says the scowling man, suddenly all smiles. The smile changes his face into something beautiful; Kelly realizes that this kid has not one but two hot dads. As he’s swept into the arms of his other dad and they start off in the direction of the nearest ice cream shop, Kelly says to the curly-haired man, “You two have an adorable son.” [10 times Buck is mistaken for Christopher's dad and 2 times it's not a mistake. Contains major spoilers for 5x14]

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things

(11,163 words | Not Rated | Chapters: 1/1)

Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that. But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.” —you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting, you’re exhausting— So each day he does his job and he laughs and he jokes and he pretends he’s the care-free goofball he’s always been. And each day he packs away his bruises and his worries, takes them home to his empty loft with its quiet rooms, and licks his wounds in silence.

Buy Back the Secrets by allyasavedtheday

(18,808 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 3/3)

He casts his gaze to the right, to the voice he’d heard a minute ago and the hand still on his shoulder. And, well. Okay. So Buck may have just been unconscious for an indeterminable length of time but he doesn’t think he’s exaggerating when he says the guy leaning over his bedside is one of the most attractive people he’s seen in a long time. Especially when his face splits into a smile that rivals the brightness of the hospital lights that almost just fucking blinded Buck a second ago. “Welcome back, hotshot,” the guy says and it sounds fond – familiar – and Buck honestly has no idea who this guy is. His brown hair is dishevelled on top of his head and his eyes look tired but then Buck notices the LAFD t-shirt so- alright. Someone from the firehouse, maybe? But he’s pretty sure he’d remember a face like that. * After getting hurt on a call, Buck wakes up thinking it's 2018. AKA Buck can't remember who Eddie is but he's pretty sure everyone's lying when they say they're "just friends."

you're my whole house by hammersmiths

(11,958 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

Eddie shrugs. “Christopher mentioned to Daniel that Buck and I are partners. I mean, sure, it’s a little weird that she invited him over as well, but—” “Partners,” Hen interrupts, “like work partners?” Eddie and Buck glance at each other. “Uh, yeah?” Eddie says. “What other type of partner?” Hen stares at them for a moment, before she bursts out laughing. “You dumbasses. She thinks you’re together.”

the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies

(27,258 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.” Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him. “That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him. - or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by ElvenSorceress

(29,351 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 3/3)

Maddie asks him, like she’s been waiting to ask him, “Does Christopher call you ‘Uncle Buck’?” It’s… it sounds so casual. Nonchalant. Maybe even reasonable? And like there’s something she’s trying to figure out, but why would Chris ever call Buck his uncle? He’s Jee-Yun’s uncle. “No,” Buck answers. “Why?” “He called me Aunt Maddie.” She tips her head curiously, brows knit together. “You’re far closer to him than I am. I thought if I’m his aunt, you’d have to be his uncle. Why wouldn’t you be Uncle Buck?” There are pieces of chicken mushed into Jee’s fingers and carrots sticking to the bib draped over her front and what might be peas caught in her hair. And Buck doesn’t really have an answer. It’s just. It’s wrong. He’s not Chris’ Uncle Buck. Maybe he should be? Maybe he’s supposed to be? Or maybe Chris doesn’t call him that directly because he’s always been BFF Buck or His Buck. He shrugs and uneasiness settles in his stomach. What more could he ever be to Chris but an uncle? ~~~ In which Buck processes his breakup, learns his place in his family, has a huge crisis of sexuality, and finds the truth about love beating in his own heart.

Didn't think you meant it by EtoileGarden

(33,519 words | Explicit | Chapters: 12/12)

“Y’know,” he said. Shrugged again. “That last call? I kind of thought I’d have that by now.” “What,” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him. “A roof collapsing on you?” Buck grunted, elbowed Eddie. Lightly, because he did appreciate the humour in Eddie’s voice. “No,” he said. “Just - married.”

drink the river dry by Rianne

(32,215 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem. Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.

Despite it all, Because of it all by kitkatpancakestack

(23,747 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

He puts the truck in park in front of Eddie’s childhood home. Christopher shifts in the back, already unbuckling his seatbelt. Eddie is frozen with his jaw set, eyes hard and unblinking as they bore holes through the windshield. Buck was here once before, after that relief trip to Texas, but he is under no illusions that this time will be similar. For one, he doesn’t have the buffer of other firefighters to hide behind. This isn’t a visit that will last a couple hours, and so the sugary, superficial niceties will eventually crumble when it’s mid-way through the week and he’s still hanging around. There is also the shadow of everything that has happened since the wildfires skulking behind them, waiting to be found out. But, this is Eddie and Christopher, needing him to have it together, so he paints on a smile and squeezes Eddie's knee and slides out of the truck. * Eddie's dad gets sick. Buck goes with him and Christopher to El Paso.

you light the spark in my bonfire heart by woodchoc_magnum

(22,669 words | Mature | Chapters: 2/2)

A post-5b fic, in which Buck slowly realises that he's been in love with Eddie this whole time.

some day i'll fall into you by allyasavedtheday

(13,467 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

I got you. I got you. I got you.

“You said that,” he says, clearing his throat around the emotion clogging his windpipe. “In the firetruck. I heard you.”

Buck leans back enough that they’re looking at each other. The hand he’d had on the back of Eddie’s head moves to the side of his neck, his thumb pressing lightly against the hinge of Eddie’s jaw.

Eddie swallows around the lump in his throat and meets his gaze. “I believed you then.”

Buck sighs like the breath has been punched out of him and leans forward to press their foreheads together. “Believe me now,” he murmurs and Eddie’s not sure if it’s a plea or a request but he finds himself nodding anyway.

“Okay.”

*

A look at how Eddie deals with his recovery post-4x14.

I Know a Place We Can Go by maybeamystery

(15,580 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

“Well, that was heartwarming,” Chimney says loudly. “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go save some lives. In WeHo. Where Buck goes to gay bars because he is apparently a bisexual now.” “I’ve always been a bisexual,” Buck sniffs. “You just didn’t notice.” “There are gay bars outside of WeHo,” Hen adds. “Just saying.” [5 times Buck and Eddie get hit on in West Hollywood and 1 time they definitely do not]

Tick Tick Boom by ChasetheWindTouchtheSky

(30,439 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 1/1)

“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks. “Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?” “Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.” * S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

40k+ words

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

(44,248 words | Explicit | Chapters: 11/11)

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak:

Marry Buck.

the mortifying ordeal of being known by Polish_Amber

(60,866 words | General Audiences | Chapters: 7/7

The thing was, the 118 was full of gossips. Eddie had been at the station less than a week before Hen and Chim wrangled details about his “hot young thing” from him (“Buck is only 4 years younger than me, he is not a ‘hot young thing’!” Eddie complained.) And Bobby was open about his worries for his son’s lack of direction and the secrets he appears to be keeping (“I just wish I could help Evan find the thing that gives him purpose,” Bobby lamented.) It just made it all the more ridiculous (and horrifying) when Eddie realizes he’s been dating his Captain’s son this whole time (“Defiling his baby,” Chimney cackled, because he clearly wanted Eddie murdered.) -- Or, the AU where miscommunication abounds as Eddie seeks advice about his new relationship, Bobby despairs over his adopted son's career prospects and his refusal to talk about it, and Evan Buckley-Nash juggles training at the fire academy, building a family with his new boyfriend, and trying to work out how to tell his overprotective dad that he's already chosen the life he wants, actually. It takes a goddamn tsunami, of all things, to get the story straight.

Stuck on Fast Forward (Throw Away the Blueprint) by extasiswings

(42,884 words | Explicit | Chapters: 9/9)

“Sounds like the problem is you think casual sex with a stranger or finding someone new to date are your only options.” Eddie’s brow furrows. “Aren’t they?” “I mean, there’s always…someone you already know. Who you’re already comfortable with.” “Because my pool of male friends who are single and who would be interested in having sex with me has so many options?” “Well, I don’t know about many, but you only need one,” Buck points out. “And who would that be?” “Me, of course.” [Or: Frank gives Eddie therapy homework, Eddie misunderstands the assignment, and Buck is just a really supportive friend...right?]

Don't Take My Sunshine Away by SevenSoulmates

(113,785 words | Mature | Chapters: 21/21)

Eddie is in a coma, and Buck blames himself. He should've been there to protect Eddie. The least he can do now is to be there for Christopher, even if Buck doesn't know if he has it in him to be a parent without Eddie. Buck makes Eddie a deal: he'll fight for Christopher in the real world, while Eddie fights to wake up. Eddie's come a long way since those bleak days in El Paso, listening to his parents comments about how he's not fit to be a father. How Christopher doesn't deserve to be dragged down by the likes of Eddie and Shannon. Eddie thought after moving to LA, he and Chris had escaped that. When he wakes up and finds Buck neck-deep in a legal battle with his parents for custody of Christopher, Eddie must face his own mistakes, and find the confidence to stand up for himself against his absolute worst nightmare.

i think i belong to you (hope you feel the same) by Ran

(41,111 words | Teen And Up Audiences | Chapters: 4/4)

Buck’s taking him to therapy, where he knows Eddie’s therapist’s name and Eddie’s entire history with him; Buck, who let himself into Eddie’s house with food from Eddie’s favorite coffee shop with coffee crafted perfectly for Eddie’s tastes; Buck, who apparently has a book on Eddie’s coffee table with so many dog-eared pages it’s like any interruption at Eddie’s house is worth putting it down. Buck, who touches him with a devotion as palpable as all the little pieces of himself scattered throughout Eddie's home. Eddie thinks he might have solved his own question, but he’s afraid to look at the answer too closely—because he’s fairly certain his best friend is in love with him, and Eddie can’t remember a single thing about him. Or, the one where Eddie wakes up from the shooting only to think he was hurt in a certain 7.1 earthquake years prior and learns to appreciate the life he's created for himself since then.

Overcome by Spicysauce

(53,697 words | Mature | Chapters: 10/10)

“I’m not leaving you, Buck.” Eddie says with a tired sigh, like he’s struggling with the weight of the world and Buck’s the one who put it there. “Just switching jobs, that’s all.” That’s all?, Buck wants to scream, because every relationship he has is tied to the job in some way, and first Maddie left, and then it was Chimney, and now it’s Eddie. But he doesn’t scream, because that would be a little bit too tragic, even for him, and nods instead. Bites his tongue. Pretends that he isn't falling apart where he's stood. *** Or, set post season 5A, where Buck is alone, and angry, and exhausted, but mostly terrified that everyone he loves is slowly slipping away from him.

The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Buck by sunryder

(50,287 words | Mature | Chapters: 13/13)

Red is dying and Buck is fucked up about it. Not just about losing a friend, but about ending up like Red: dying alone without the people who used to be his team. Buck doesn’t want to go out like that. It might take him a few panic attacks, a road trip, and a book recommendation, but Buck is going to tidy his life up.

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts

(54,477 words | Explicit | Chapters: 1/1)

“It’s just that—I died,” Buck continues, voice unsteady enough that Eddie wonders if this is the first time he’s acknowledged that out loud. “I died, and there’s so much more. There’s so much more I want to do, things I don’t even know I want to do yet, and I almost had the chance to have and live them taken away. I don’t want to die and regret missing out on everything else, Eddie.” “So let’s make a list,” Eddie says. “Let’s do them.” or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

you and me by woodchoc_magnum

(55,411 words | Mature | Chapters: 2/2)

An alternate ending to Season 6, where Buck realises that what he's been searching for has been right in front of him the whole time.

[cevansbaby-dove]

Home For the Holidays! Chris Evans X Reader.

Ah Christmas time, your all time favorite holiday but this year even better because you were spending it with your boyfriend chris, you and him have hid your relationship because of the fans he has, they can be quite mean to him and you.

Your setting up the tree with cookies in the oven and Christmas songs playing softly in the background.

Your so busy with the tree you don't hear chris walk in and he smiles at you watching you dance around and dodger barks making you look behind yourself. "Chris!"

You rush to his arms letting him pick you up and twirling you around. "miss me love?" You look at him. "You know i did! I thought you said you wouldn't be home till tomorrow?" He sets you on your feet and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Chris looks at the tree. "wow! that looks better than how i have had mine in many years" You smile. "i go all out for this time of the year, why do you think my pinterest is all of Christmas and fall things?"

Chris laughs. "i knew that but man this looks amazing!" You say. "oh shit cookies!" You walk into the kitchen that is also christmasy

Chris looks at the Kitchen. "Y/n you did all this by yourself?' he looks around. "yea most of it, I called your mother to help a bit, she's is super sweet by the way"

Chris sits at the counter and you pull the cookies out. "good they didn't burn." Chris takes one and says. "ah hot hot!" You laugh. "Chris they just came out of the hot oven"

He takes a bite. "Hmm!! this is amazing!" "really!? your not just saying that?"

He nods. "i mean it darling it's so good i love this"

You smile at him. "you want to know what would make this even better?' Chris looks at you smiling. 'hmm?"

"Hot coco!" Chris nods. "i'll make it" he walks to the stove and you say. "No chris i can make it" he says. "you make cookies, you got the tree done and all of this, let me do this ok?"

He kisses your nose. You grin. "Ok ok you win mister romantic" he smiles. "Oh yea!" He grabs the pot for the drinks and gets it on. "do we have whipped cream?"

You look into the fridge. "i think so" You grab the can. "Got it"

Chris stirs the pot and then says. "okay all done" He pours the drink into the cups and you take the can of cream and put some on Chris's face. "hehe!"

Chris says. "babe" he says. "oh your in trouble" He grabs the can and you sequel. "No no babe i just had a shower" You run around to the other side of the counter and Chris says. "come here y/n" he laughs.

"noo sir!" Chris rushes around and wraps his arm around your waist. he tickles you and you giggle. "Chris stop hehe" he smiles. "i love you y/n" You turn and smile at him and say. 'i love you too"

Chris says. "best christmas ever" he kisses you softly.

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲... 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 🍆💦

well hello friends !! To celebrate Mr. Chris DILF Evans’ birthday, the upcoming father’s day, and because I’m in the mood for DILF-themed things 💦 I’m throwing another party !! focused on dilf-things in terms of vibes/being an actual father, etc. so send asks/requests, besties, and I’ll pick a few !! PSA | Updates | PSA2

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬:

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 | June 13—14 (REQUESTS CLOSED but party will continue until all chosen requests are done !!)

˚*｡:°ꨄ 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧: we can talk about anything and I’ll also be answering older asks !!

˚*｡:°☾ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: must be related to the party theme! these can be about any of my current works or fresh ideas/prompts | (˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ |  𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬)

𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things dilf-related: dad’s best friend, boyfriend’s dad, best friend’s dad, stepdad, dad!character x mom!reader, dilf/milf, age gap, silver fox, etc. open to soft dark/dark—send anything !!

Before sending a prompt, please check the list of completed drabbles in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #daddy sorry daddy party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

trophy wife!reader x dilf!Ari Levinson | milf!reader

𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥; one shot: dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader*

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot: stepdad!Ari Levinson x innocent!reader x stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen*

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲; one shot: dark!dilf!Ari Levinson takes you to parent teacher night, innocent!babysitter!reader* (dark, vibrating panties)

dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett at his hunting lodge*

cruel: the lake house*

sick of sugarcoatin’: curtis comes over for father’s day*

boyfriend’s dad!Ari*

dad’s best friend!Chris Evans teaches you golf*

best friend’s dad!swim coach!andy is breath control training swimmer!reader by having the reader blow him underwater*

Chris finds out you’re pregnant

boyfriend’s dad!Andy finds out you’re pregnant (not set in Cruel)

[andydrysdalerogers]

A Last Minute Mission ~ Steve Rogers

Pairing: Reader and Steve Rogers

Summary: it’s almost Christmas and Steve gets called in for a last minute mission leaving you behind, just a few weeks from your due date. What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count 3.7K

Warnings: fluff and angst

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

"Bucky! Do you copy?"

Cap, I'm taking heavy fire.

"I'm on my way.  Stay low."

Copy.

"Sam, air support?"

One more assault vehicle and then I'm in.

"Copy that."

Steve kept running, following the beacon to Bucky's location. "Bucky status?"

I've got most of them but there are a couple who are hiding.

"Ok, coming in, 5-4-3-2-1."  Steve burst in the room surprising the last of the HYDRA agents.  He takes down two, scaring the third out in the open allowing Bucky to take the shot.

"Nice work Cap."  Bucky scans the room.  "Thanks for the assist, punk."

"Any time jerk.  Sam?" Steve touches his ear, "how is the outside?"

Clear Cap.  You got a straight path back to the jet.

"Perfect.  We should be able to clear the intel and get back to the jet in 10."  Steve smiles at Bucky.  "Just in time."

Bucky smiles.  "YN will be happy."

"I'll be happy.  She's so close now."  Steve and Bucky clear the computers and run back to the jet.  Sam lands and walks in. "Let's get this bird in the air.  I have Christmas to celebrate before everything changes."

Steve takes the pilot seat with Sam at second. Bucky looks over the radar.  "Looks clear Cap."  Steve takes the jet to the air and set the autopilot for Avengers Compound.  He leans back and smiles at his best friends. "What's that smile for, punk?"

"Nothing, jerk.  But this is the last mission for me for a while.  I'm enjoying the moment."

"You've got, what, three more weeks?" Sam asks.

"Yep, can't wait," Steve says with a grin when an emergency indicator lights up.  Bucky looks back at the radar.  "Steve, we have a bogey head straight for us.  2 minutes tops."

"Strap in."  Steve takes the controls and starts to fly, trying to lose the missile.

"Mayday, mayday, mayday, this is Quinjet five, we have been fired upon," Sam says into the radio, rattling off the coordinates.  "Emergency flares have failed.  Time to impact, 30 seconds."

"Get to the emergency pod, now!" Steve yells.  He runs with Sam and Bucky and makes it to the pod.  He thoughts are only of you. The doors to the pod close but it doesn't launch in time. The missile hits and everything goes dark

...TWENTY-FOUR HOURS EARLIER...

"Hey Doll!  Where are you?"

"Here, on the floor, where I live now!" you yell in the living room, laying on your back.

"YN, Doll, how did you get down there?" Steve walks in looking down at you.

"Well, I started on the couch and kinda just slid down on my butt and then I got tired from wrapping," as you wave your hand at the mountain of presents, "so I laid down but then realized I had no way up."

"Sweetheart, why didn't you call me?"

"I knew you were coming.  I figured I could ask for help after I took a nap."  You smile softly at him but give him big puppy eyes. "Help. Pwease?"

"You know, it was easier to resist you before."

"I know that," you say with a smile.  Steve shakes his head and scoops you up with a kiss to your head.  He feels something against his stomach. "Is that?"

"Yep," as Steve sets you in your feet. You pat your nine-month belly.  "They have been practicing their kicks, with my bladder."

"Oh really."  Steve kneels in front of you.  "Hey little one, can you take it easy on Mommy please.  Daddy needs to sleep and he can't if Mommy can't ok.  We love you."  He kisses your belly and it makes you giggle.

"You are such a cheesy dork, you know that."  He gets up to peek your lips.  "Love you so much."

"Love you too Doll." You walk into the kitchen to start dinner when the phone rings.  Steve goes to answer it.

"Hello... hey Tony... really?... seriously... Tony, Christmas is three days away... but what... ok, ok... 0600, copy. Tell Wilson and Barnes.  Yeah, I know... ok... bye."

He turns around and sees you with your hands on your hips. "What did Tony want?"

Steve closed his eyes.  "Doll..."

"No, you can't." You wail.  "You're supposed to be here, just in case."

"I know Doll, I know, please be calm." He pulled you as close as he can, kissing your hair while you sob. "It's going to be ok.  They need us to gather some intel in an old HYDRA base in Russia."

"Stevie, please don't go."

"I have to, Doll. It will be quick, in an out, 24 hours." He tilted up your head. "I'm going to take you to the compound and have you stay with the rest of the team, ok?"

You nod, tears still streaming down your face.  You turn to your bedroom and start to pack a bag for yourself and for Steve. You hear the front door open and close but you continue on.

"YN, sweetheart can I come in?"

You roll your eyes and open the door to find Bucky standing there. "What do you want, Barnes?"

"Ok, that mad.  Steve wasn't lying."

"Why would they assign a mission three days before Christmas?  And why send Steve? Why send any of you? This could be done with covert agents." You start to cry again and Bucky wraps his arms around you. He rests his heads on top of yours and let you cry.

"Sweetheart, I don't know why but I promise, I'll get that punk home for Christmas. I don't want you to stress and have my niece or nephew early."

"Don't even joke, Bucky."

Steve walked in as Bucky was kissing your forehead and grabbing the bags.  Thanks Buck.  We'll be out in a minute. Bucky walked out and Steve took your hands.  "You feeling better Doll?"

"No," you pout.  "Steve, this is our last Christmas, just you and me."

"I know Doll.  I'll be there, I promise.  C'mon."  He tugs you to move, but reach for a stuffed bear and then allow yourself to go out to the car, never letting go of Steve's hand.  The compound isn't far from your house so it's only a matter of minutes before you arrive.  Waiting at the entrance is Tony, Pepper and Wanda.  Steve helps you out of the car and walks you up.  You pointily ignore Tony before hugging Pepper and then Wanda.

"YNN, c'mon, don't I get a hug?"  Tony opens his arms.

"You are taking my husband and my best friends away from me at Christmas while I'm nine months pregnant," you say harshly.  "I don't think you have earned that hug." Tony drops his arms.

Pepper and Steve step between you two. "Doll, please, you have to stay calm.  For the little one's sake."

You huff before turning to see Natasha and Sam come out to greet you.  Nat hugs you gently.  "You are looking amazing YN."

"Thank you Nattie."  You turn to Sam.  "Promise me that you will bring him home."

"Trust me sweetheart, the last thing I need is for you to resurrect us just to kill us again for not bringing him home."

"That's not a promise, Samuel.  And don't think you are getting out of this either, James."  Bucky freezes at the sound of his proper name.

"Doll, stop scaring the super soldier," Steve says.  "Let's get you settled in our room."  He takes you upstairs to your old room, still the same as when you lived there a few years before.  You unpacked the few things your brought and head downstairs for dinner.

Dinner was subdued due to the mission in the morning.  Everyone asked about your pregnancy, how you were feeling, size and whatnot. You passed around the dishes and everyone ate.  When talked turned to business, you went quiet, staring at your plate, zoning into your own world.

"Doll? Doll, you with us?"  You snap your head up to see Steve looking at you concerned, the rest of the table quiet.

"Sorry."

"It's ok Doll.  Everyone's asking about names."

"Names?"

"For the baby."

"Oh." You take a sip of water, needing to wet your throat. "We narrowed it down to Ethan or Michael for a boy and for a girl, we think Angela or Olivia."

"Those are beautiful," Wanda says.

"Are you going to have middle names?" Vision asks.  "I've notice it is custom to have two names."

You giggle at Vision and his confusion.  "Yes, we have a middle name but it's a secret."

Dinner finishes and Steve takes you back to your room. "I have to have a mission briefing with Sam and Bucky.  I'll be a bit."

"Ok, I'm going to head to bed.  The little one is tired."

Steve kisses you a deep kiss. "I love you Doll.  Just remember that."

"I love you too Stevie."  He leaves for his meeting and you get ready for bed.  Wanda, Pepper and Nat walk in.  "Ladies," you greet.

"We just wanted to check in on you.  One of us will be here at all times in case you need anything.  Just ask FRIDAY to call us," Nat says

"Great.  Thanks."  You smile.  "Thank you, guys.  I hope you know that I'm not mad at you, I'm just nervous."

Pepper sits next to you and takes your hand.  "We understand YN.  Its only a few more weeks before the newest Avenger arrives.  Are you ready?"

"No," you say with a laugh.  "I feel like the worst parent, yelling at their dad, feeling like we don't have everything they are going to need."

"Hey, you are already a great mom, YN.  And we'll be here to help you out.  All of us," Wanda reassures.

"Thanks, really.  I'm just going to go to bed so I can wake up with Steve and say goodbye."  You hug each of the girls as they leave and you head to bed.

Steve comes in a little later and finds you fast asleep.  He closed the door and head back to the common room where the rest of the team in.  "Hey Tony can I talk to you?"

Tony stands up and head to the back of the room.  "What's up Cap?"

Steve takes a deep breath to calm himself. "Can you promise me something?"  Tony nods.  "Make sure she is taken care of if something happens."

"Steve..."

"Look its just for my own peace of mind.  They are my whole world and I can't do this mission without knowing that they are ok and that they have a family and a home if I can't come back."  He bows his head.

"Steve, I promise, I will take care of your family no matter what.  You don't have to worry about that. She's one of us, an honorary Avenger, forever. That makes her a part of this team and we always take care of the team, ok?"

"Promise no suit for the baby."

"Oh c'mon.  Just a little flight lift on their baby booties."  Tony smirks at Steve's look of horror.  "I'm kidding. Relax Rogers."

Dawn came and Steve woke up and got ready.  He sat on the edge of the bed, taking in your angelic face, memorizing everything about you.  "Doll, I'm leaving," he whispered as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes flutter and focus on Steve in his suit.  He helps you sit up and wrap your sweater around you.  He helps you to the common room, where Sam, Bucky and Nat are waiting.  You hug Sam and Bucky, wishing them luck before turning to Steve.  "You have to come home Captain.  We need you."

"Yes ma'am."  He kisses you softly but with passion.  "I love you YN.  You try and relax and I will call you when we are on the way home ok?"  He cups your face as a tear rolls down.  "Please don't cry my love," he whispers.  "I'll always come home to you."

The guys pick up their gear and head to the hanger. You watch from the window as the jet takes off and Nat holds you up as you cry.

The team does everything during the day to keep your mind off of things.  They set up the nursery at the compound for the days you visit in the future, gone on walks, you helped organized Tony's desk.  It was coming on evening when Tony comes in looking pale.

"Tony, honey, are you ok?" Pepper asks.

"Umm, yeah.  Nat, could you come with me and Pepper please?"  He flicks his eyes toward you but you are busy helping Wanda wrap gifts that you don't notice. They come back with solemn faces. "YNN," Tony calls, "can we talk to you?"  He reaches over to help you up.

"Sure Tony, what's up?"

Nat stands behind you and wraps her arms around you.  Tony looks down and takes a breath before raising his head to look at you.  "The guys radioed that they successfully completed the mission but then we received a distress signal.  Sweetie, we lost contact with the jet." 

You weren't sure you heard him. "What?"

"YN, we lost the jet on radar."

You pull yourself away from Nat to turn and look at the team.  "Steve?"

"We don't know."

"Oh."  You turn and the world goes black.

You woke up in the infirmary, Nat asleep by your hip, the sounds of machines beeping piercing the night.  You look around and see the rest of the team asleep in the room.  "Nat?"

She is startled awake.  She looks at you and smiles. "Hey, you're awake."

"What happened?"

"You fainted.  Tony caught you just in time.  You are fine, the baby is fine."  She took your hand. "Everything will be ok."

"Why did you downgrade from fine to ok?"  And then it hits you.  The jet was missing. "Steve?"

"We sent a rescue party to the last location.  We haven't heard anything."

"No. No, Nat, please.  He's fine, he's coming home.  He said he was going to come home."  Your cries wake the rest of the team. 

Tony comes up and presses a kiss to your forehead.  "I'm going to go check in."

"Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"Are they gone?"

"No, we don't know that yet.  Its Christmas eve. Miracles do happen, you know. "

Dr. Cho clears you back to your room and Vision carries you, not wanting to add stress.  Wanda and Nat slip into bed with you while you cry.  There are no updates, no news, just silence on the emergency broadcast signal.   You refused to join the team in the common room for Christmas Eve dinner.  You held onto the picture of you and Steve from your wedding.  "Please Stevie," you whispered.  "You promised."

Suddenly a gripping band of pain was around your belly.  You gasped and curled around the pain.  But then it was gone as soon as it came.  "Shit," you mumble.  You waited for a few minutes but it didn't come.  "Ok, I'm fine."  You went to the restroom when another one hit.  It almost buckled your knees. "No, c'mon little one, let's just relax.  Your stay is for three more weeks.  And Daddy isn't here..." the sentence drops from your mouth as you realize Steve won't be there. He won't be there to meet his child, to help you and love with you, this miracle.

This time your knees do give out and you sink to the floor as another pain rips through you.  "FRIDAY, call someone please!"

"Yes, Mrs. Rogers."  The AI was silent for a moment before she said, "Mr. Stark and Agent Romanoff are on the way."

Tony burst into the room and sees you on the floor.  "Sweetie..."

"I think the baby is coming.  I...arghhh..." as another contraction moves through you.

"Yeah, ok.  Let's get you to medical." Tony scoops you up.

"Nat, the bear."  You point to the bear on the bed.  It was your focus bear from Lamaze class. Nat was going to be your coach since Steve wasn't there.

"Got it."  They rushed down to the infirmary where Dr. Cho was prepping the room.  They got you ready, IVs, monitors strapped to you.  Dr. Cho does the initial check.

"You are still in early labor. Only three centimeters.  But everything looks ok. Baby is in position."

"Thanks Dr. Cho.  Guess we're in for along night."

"We are, Mrs. Rogers."

"Helen..."

"Sorry, YN. I'll be back to check on you."  She left the room as Nat took her place on one side, Tony on the other.

"Anything?"

"No.  we found the jet but it was in pieces.  It will take some time," Tony said.  He knew just being honest would be the best option.

You start to panic.  "I can't do this.  I can't do this without him.  Steve is supposed to be here.  Bucky supposed to be the godfather."

Tony held you as you cried.  "It's gonna be ok.  The team and I will take care of you.  We promised Steve we would." 

The night turned into dawn and the pain intensified. An epidural was given but the pain in your heart never subsided.  It was close to the end of Christmas day when Dr. Cho announced it was time to push.  But you couldn't.  It all hurt so much.  He wasn't here.  You child would be without a father.  "I can't," you cried.

"You have to sweetheart," Tony said.  "Steve wouldn't want you to not try.  C'mon. Push YN."

You tried but you just couldn't.  "If she won't push, we'll have to do an emergency c-section," Dr. Cho explained.

"I need him," you whispered.  "I need him to help me.  He's supposed to be here." You try to be strong but its so hard when the love of your life is ripped away from you.

A commotion in the hall brings everyone to attention.  You scream as another contraction is on you.  "C'mon YN," push! Nat orders.

"I need Steve Nat! I need him!" You scream as the door bursts open.

And there he is.

Dirty and bleeding.

But here.

"Steve!" You scream,

He rushes to your side and takes your hand.  "C'mon Doll, push.  I'm so sorry.  I'm here but you need to push."  He presses a kiss to your forehead.

You scream again as you push.

Sitting on the hospital bed, you look sleepily at your husband cradling your baby girl.  "Hi princess," you hear him whisper.  You smile.  "I love you so much princess.  My Christmas baby."  He looks up at you and smile.  "Hi Doll."

"Hi.  Is she ok?"

"She's perfect.  I was waiting to bring the team in since you were sleeping.  Is now ok?"

"Sure."  He places your daughter in your arms and leaves the room.  You look at your little girl and she opens her eyes.  Steve's blue eyes are copied into her face along with his dirty blonde hair.  "Hi my angel," you coo.  The door opens and the first one through the door is Bucky and Sam, anxious to see you.  "Hi guys."

Bucky came up to you and looked at the bundle. "Bucky, meet your goddaughter, Olivia James Rogers."

"Hi," he whispers.  He sits on the edge of your bed. He touches Olivia's hand and she grasps onto his finger.  He looks with tears in his eyes.  "I'm so sorry YN."

"Hey, its fine.  He's here, he made it. You kept your promise." You cup his face. "You did good."  Sam comes up to you and puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder.  "Hi Sammy.  Meet Olivia."

"Hey there princess. Thank god you look like your mother.  Steve, we are going to have to be careful with this one.  The boys will be calling."

"Like I'm going to let her go out with boys," Steve snorted. "I'm locking her in her room the minute she mentions a boy."

"Oh no, our princess avenger will not be doing any of that," Tony comments.  "FRIDAY, let's work on a dating protocol for Olivia, please," much to the smiles of her father and uncles.

You roll your eyes.  "Its ok princess," you cooed to your daughter.  "Auntie Nat, Auntie Wanda and Auntie Pepper will put these guys in line," a smirk gracing your face. The guys paled at the threat.  "When can I leave?"

"Now," Dr. Cho says walking in.  "You and Olivia are perfect.  You'll be sore so take it easy.  Come back in a few days for a check.  Olivia needs to be back in two weeks for a checkup.  You did great," she says.

"Thanks Doc," Steve says.  "Why don't we let YN change and we can get to the common room to talk."  Everyone nods and starts filing out.

"Nat?  Could you take her for me?"  You hold up Olivia.

"Yes, I get the second cuddle."  She reaches to take the baby.

"Of course you would.  You're her godmother, why wouldn't you?" You frowned.

"Really?" You can see Nat's eyes glass over.  "Thank you YN.  I'm honored."  She left, saying sweet nothings to Olivia.

"Help? Pwease?" You say to Steve.  He smiles and helps you get cleaned up and dressed. He goes to lift you up with you pull him in for a hug. "You made it."

Steve closes his eyes to breath you in. "I did. I told you I would." He lifts you up bridal style and carried you to the common room.  Inside, everyone lounged and passed the baby around.  Steve sat down with you on his lap.

"So how?" Tony asked. 

"We made it to the pod and the explosion knocked it away from the jet," Steve explained.  "We lost communication but we were able to land safely.  We made it to the airport and hopped on the first flight out. I just didn't think to call.  My focus was to get back to you Doll."  He kissed your head.  "I'm so sorry Doll.  I can't imagine how you were feeling."

"I'm just happy you made it home.  All of you."  Olivia made it back to you and the three of you cuddled together until Tony cleared his throat.

"We didn't celebrate Christmas since someone was impatient about making their debut."  You giggle and look at your daughter, who offers a quick smile.  "So, lets get started."

Gifts passed arounds, drinks poured, happiness filling the room.

But you were in your happy place. With your husband, your daughter and your family.  Steve pulled you both in closer.  Best Christmas miracle you could have asked for.

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[chrisevansdaughter]

Hi!!!

Could you do a Chris Evans x autistic child daughter reader where shes finished school for the holidays either Christmas or summer and she’s struggling with the routine change?

THANKS LOVE YOU MWAH

The holidays are here, the routines are out

Chris Evans x autistic daughter

Summary: finally the holidays are here, school is out and so is the routine. Chris helps reader though the struggle of routine change.

It was finally December 17th, school was out for the holidays. Three long weeks of social events and recuperation it couldn’t come sooner the relief that left your face was comforting for you dad to but he knew that with the relief came the hardship of the dreaded routine change.

Like clockwork you are up at 7am on the dot ready to go though your morning routine, by 8 it was blueberry pancakes in the kitchen for breakfast. Something was off you could sense it, you knew it was the holidays but where was your dad… you thought, that thought was soon shook off when you noticed the time. Finishing the rest of you breakfast like it was going to disappear.

You were late. You were never late. Routine it’s my routine, it’s good.

That was what tipped you over the edge. No one could ever predict how badly routine changes would affect you it was always different.

So when Chris heard a sobbed scream from the kitchen he knew the realisation had hit for you. Sprinting like his life depended on it with sleep still ever present, in his joggers that he went to bed in he got to the kitchen in 5 seconds but it felt like 5 minutes.

Gripping you softly, as to not make you hurt yourself, he murmurs “breathe for me baby, breathe.”

Hyperventilating the slow steady rise and fall of the hard object your sloped against in a exhausted pile of yourself. Slowly you come back to your senses the ringing stops, the dizziness fades. It’s your dad the lifeline you always came back to.

“Hey sweetie, you don’t have to say anything but how about we talked about a routine for the holidays, you can work on some coursework whilst I work in my office if you want to - if you think it’ll help.” Chris says noting your quiet exhausted demeanour. He knew routine was essential for you to keep some sort of grasp on reality.

“Huh, yeah that sounds good dad, thank you for always being the level head whilst I’m all wobbly and out of sorts.” A small smile formed on your face.

It made Chris’ heart flood with relief.

“My pleasure sweetheart.” He lightly kisses her forehead.

A couple of days later the plan previously mentioned was underway and it seemed to be working really well. It not only made Chris smile it made you feel content and like you had a hold of something.

Sometimes if you needed it you would go on the daily dog walk in the morning with dodger and your dad, just to get out of the same “4 walls” that sometimes drove you nuts.

But all in all the holidays were always the best regardless of if the routine was out.

Finally finally, she’s back.

I’m gonna get straight to it, I might be leaving again in a weeks time ( I don’t know i literally just get an email telling me it drives me insane) but I thought whilst I really have masses of downtime here is the first ask after a long hiatus!

Thank you so much to @remuslupinsdaughter for this ask and girl I get you! I hope you all enjoy and please don’t hesitate to send in asks and reblog!!

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