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This is a new Eddie x Buck x Reader imagine I've come up with, based on a few different requests I've gotten. I should be doing a follow up part to this if anyone is interested. Any feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Eddie and Evan used to be single parents, but not anymore. Now, alongside (Y/n), they're co-parenting their kids, Chris and Lottie, and are about to move in together.

Enjoy.

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"Are you okay? You've been looking at your phone every five minutes," Evan pushed his weight down onto the pull-up bar, swaying his feet back and forth in the air for a few seconds before he dropped down to the floor.

"I'm just… my boy likes it when I pick him up from school, and I'm not, so,"

A gentle smile formed on Evan's lips as he watched Eddie wave his hands about before he settled them back on his thighs and stared down at his phone. It was a look Evan had worn quite a few times over the past year, one he wasn't used to seeing on anyone else.

"So, you're hovering?"

"I guess. He's got a new home and a new school, and now it's not always me getting him from school. It's a lot to get used to, and it's just us now." Eddie tried to smile but he couldn't find it in himself to do so, it was too hard contorting too many muscles when all he wanted to do was sigh and go home. "Doing this alone ain't great- I don't expect you to understand,"

Pulling away from the weights, Evan wiped his hands on the towel before he plonked himself down next to Eddie on the bench in the gym. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, tilting his head to the side to look at his new work partner with a perplexed look.

"You're not the only single dad here, you know." Evan tried really hard to keep the snarky tone out of his voice but he couldn't quite manage it.

Something inside him told him to be protective, put his defences up around someone new. Someone who didn't know Evan like the rest of the team. But if they were going to be partners, they may as well open up and share a few things.

"You have kids?"

Evan reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, tilting it so Eddie could see his lockscreen. "That's my baby girl," A calmer, more soothing tone came to Evan's voice and he cracked a smile when he looked at the picture. It was a more recent picture, he had only just changed the lockscreen. For the past year and a half the picture had been the same. The picture Maddie took of Evan the first time he held Lottie.

Now she was a bit older, Evan finally changed the photo to a selfie of them both where he finally got her to grin at the screen after almost twenty minutes of trying to take a good photo of them both.

"She's sweet… sorry, I uh, I didn't think you…" Whatever way Eddie worded it, he was going to sound rude. When he looked at Evan, he didn't think of him as a dad, but then again people probably thought the same thing when they looked at Eddie.

"No one here believed me when I told them, either. And I get it, being here is hard when you just wanna be home, and when you're all they have… it's tough."

Part of Evan still had a tiny, miniscule bit of anger towards the team, despite how much he loved them all like his own family. He was angry that after working with them for three months, none of them took him seriously when he said he was going to have a baby. And Evan understood why. He had fucked around a lot since before he started at the 118 station and he couldn't remember half the girls he slept with.

So when Leigh turned up on his doorstep and said she was pregnant, Evan hadn't been as thrilled as he should have been.

But he thought the team would have been more considerate and he had blown up when they acted like it was a joke.

"Her mum's not in the picture?"

"Nah, I'll admit I wasn't great at the time, I fucked around and I thought I was careful… Lottie proved me wrong though." He clasped his hands together in his lap and bowed his head. "My ex wasn't happy. And you know I tried, I went to the scans, I sorted my shit out and I was there when Lottie was born. But Leigh left. She seemed to take one look and just… just decided she didn't want her. But I did."

Evan knew if Leigh had the choice, she wouldn't have chosen Evan to be her baby's father. He barely remembered her name when she showed up on his doorstep, he didn't even remember that he'd brought her back to his apartment- more than once.

From the moment she told him, Evan cleaned up his act. He tried harder at work, he stopped sleeping around from the moment Leigh showed up. He attended all her appointments and he had been there when Lottie was born. Maddie made him do a DNA test, she didn't trust Leigh but when it came back positive Evan didn't care. It could have said he wasn't Lottie's father and he would have kept her anyway.

When she was in his arms, his world slotted into place. And Leigh's world fell apart.

"One week later I had sole custody and I haven't seen her since."

It had been the right thing for all of them. Evan wanted his daughter, Leigh didn't and they just drifted immediately. After one week, Leigh was certain a baby wasn't what she wanted in her life. She signed all the papers and Evan didn't have a contact number or a forwarding adress, and that was how he wanted it. If she didn't want contact, Evan would make sure Lottie knew that all she needed was him and her aunt Maddie. No one else mattered.

It was just the two of them against the world.

"Buck?" A tender smile flitted across Eddie's lips as he leaned over the back of the sofa and looked down at his partner. He clasped both hands on Evan's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his temple, jolting him back to the waking world. "If you need some sleep, go in the bunker room."

"I- no, that was a two minute power nap, I'm good." He groaned through the words as he pushed himself up so he was sitting upright instead of slouched down on the sofa. He had barely nodded off for five minutes, his watch proved it. He didn't mean to fall asleep, he just got comfy, slid down and then he was out.

"Aren't you getting enough sleep at home?" Eddie jested as he slouched down next to him on the sofa and took a gulp of coffee.

"Not when Lottie's coughing her lungs up in my ear I don't."

He usually slept like a log and Lottie was at the stage of sleeping fine through the night. Until four days ago, when she got a chest infection. Since their trip to the doctor, Lottie had been sleeping in Evan's bed and she only managed to sleep when he wrapped her up in his arms and snuggled her against his chest with a blanket. And then she would cough and splutter and wake herself up, going into fits of tears.

She fell asleep properly just two hours before their morning alarm and screamed when Evan told her he had to go to work and she was going to spend the day with Maddie.

He hated leaving her when she wasn't well and she made it impossible for him to leave. Now he was regretting not calling in sick and just spending the day in bed with Lottie. It would have calmed his raging nerves to know that she was tucked up safe with him and that she was alright. Being at work just made him panic that she was getting worse without him there beside her.

"Chris used to get a lot of infections. In the end he'd just spend hours in the bath, the hot water worked best for him."

"Do you remember the last time you were round my house at bath time? My daughter somehow believes she'll get sucked down the drain." Evan had never heard his daughter scream as much as she did when bath time was over and it wasn't even in a tantrum or protest.

Lottie had a horrible fear of going down the plug, she thought as soon as the water started to disappear that she would also get pulled down the drain and be lost in the pipes forever. Either Evan had to get her out the bath first, or he pulled the plug and risked her launching herself on him and harming them both so she could get out as quickly as possible.

And she wasn't even three years old yet.

"Then it's a good job my place has a shower," Eddie grinned around his coffee cup and drained the last drops while he jabbed his elbow into Evan's side in jest.

In about two weeks, Evan, Lottie and their partner (Y/n) would be moving in with Eddie and Chris. It was going to be a big step for all of them and a change for the kids.

Chris couldn't remember the time when his parents had lived together, it had been years and he was only a toddler when Eddie and Shannon split up. And for Lottie, all she knew was Evan. No one else had ever lived with them, she had her dad and that was it. Now, Lottie was going to go from having one parent to gaining two more. She adored Eddie and she seemed to attach to (Y/n) whenever they were in the same room, but living together was a new experience for everyone.

Eddie's last relationship was his marriage and that ended horribly. (Y/n)'s previous relationship hadn't been enjoyable and she had never lived with any of her partners before. And Evan had lived with only one girlfriend before and that had lasted all of three months before he found out about Lottie and the relationship ended on the spot.

All three of them were praying this move would be the right choice for everyone and that it would go smoothly.

"Buck… I think you have some visitors,"

Evan's hand found Eddie's knee and he gave a light squeeze before he leaned his head over the cushion, rapidly looking around to see where Bobby was. He found the Captain at the top of the stairs, smiling as he pointed over his shoulder to signal where the visitors were.

He could feel himself livening up as he jumped up from the sofa and headed over to the stairs. There weren't many people it could be visiting him and he had a sneaking suspicion it was his daughter. A bubble of panic burst to life along with adrenaline in Evan's stomach at the thought of it being Maddie and Lottie turning up. That had to mean Lottie was getting worse if Maddie was bringing her down to the station to see him.

He scooted past Bobby, trying not to trip as he hurried down the stairs towards his sister who was just walking past one of the trucks.

She was smiling at him which was a good sign and calmed down one of Evan's many nerves. She had Lottie's bag on her shoulder and the two year old bouncing on her hip, clinging to her as she coughed into Maddie's neck.

"Hi babygirl,"

The moment Lottie registered Evan's voice cooing at her, she lifted her head and her pale lips pulled into a smile, briefly obscured by another cough. She stretched her arms out and whined, bashing her feet into Maddie's stomach and back until Evan was close enough to scoop her up.

He flashed his pearly whites, grinning like a shark when he picked her up and reeled her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His large hand smoothed up and down Lottie's back, rubbing soothing circles to try and help ease her cough. Evan could feel her nimble fingers scrunching up in his shirt and she smothered her face against his exposed neck, bending his collar out of her way so she could breathe crackling breaths into his neck.

"Poor baby," Evan mused with his lips meshed into her wild sandy curls that resembled his own. His nose ruffled her curls and he turned his head, squishing his cheek against the top of her head as he started to sway her side to side.

When his eyes locked on his sister, he could see the exhaustion on her face and it made him feel bad. He definitely shouldn't have come to work today. Lottie played up for anyone but Evan when she was ill. If she was her usual self, she would be a Godsend, never made trouble or put a toe out of line and she loved spending time with Maddie. Just not if she was sick.

"How's she been?" He wasn't sure he dare ask and when Maddie pursed her lips and raised a brow, Evan winced.

"Mostly coughing and crying which wasn't a problem at all… it was the screaming when I tried to use this that nearly made her pass out." Fumbling around in her bag, Maddie found the inhaler and spacer that had caused such havoc between her and her niece.

"Oh dear."

When Evan took Lottie to the doctors a few days ago, they could see how congested she was and how hard she was finding it to breathe. So the nurse suggested trying an inhaler but with how young she was, she would need a spacer to go along with it.

A spacer was a plastic tube that the inhaler slotted onto and once the inhaler was pressed, the tube spaced out the steroids so Lottie could inhale it much slower rather than one bout of medicine all at once.

But it did look frightening. She barely let Evan use it with her and when Maddie tried, all she did was scream and say her aunt was being mean. She acted as if Maddie was trying to hit her with it or as if it was full of poison that would kill her instead of make her feel better.

She needed to use it to feel better, she had barely been breathing due to coughing so much. And when she started to scream, her little face went red and she fell down, lightheaded and close to passing out. The only thing Maddie could think of doing was bringing her to the station to see if Evan- or possibly Eddie- could get Lottie to use it. He always managed to calm her down and she knew an hour with him would settle her enough until he finally came home from shift.

"Pass it over, I'll give it a try." He leaned his chest back, tilting Lottie further into his chest so he could reach out and take the inhaler and spacer. Hiding it behind his thigh so Lottie wouldn't see. "Come on baby, let's go watch tv while Maddie gets a drink."

Evan looked over at Chimney, then back at his sister. He knew if he took Lottie for a bit and gave Maddie a break, she could have a drink with Chimney while Evan tried to work his magic on his daughter.

He kept his lips pressed to Lottie's head, smiling to himself when she started to mumble 'daddy' over and over into his neck. His eyes locked with Eddie when he got upstairs but the moment Eddie clocked onto the inhaler, he whistled and raised a brow as he passed to go towards the kitchen. On his way past, Eddie pressed a quick kiss to Lottie's temple, muttering a round of 'good luck' to Evan on his way past.

"You're not sitting with them?" Hen leaned around Eddie as she watched Evan move towards the sofa in front of the tv that was blaring out the latest news. She thought Eddie would have sat with them and made the most of Lottie's visit before they had to get on with their work.

"Oh I'll be able to hear her scream just fine from over here," He dumped his cup in the sink and leaned his forearms down on the kitchen counter. Arching his back out as he looked over at his partner across the kitchen. He wasn't standing close if Lottie was going to try and use her inhaler.

When Evan first tried to get her to use it, Eddie had been on the phone and Lottie had screamed so much Eddie thought he had gone deaf. He heard her call Evan a meanie and cry and wheeze until Evan was almost crying that she was about to turn red.

Eddie would rather wait until Evan had tried his luck with the inhaler before he went to sit with them for a little while.

"Alright babygirl, deep breath for me." Evan sat down on the sofa, hiding the inhaler behind his feet as he perched Lottie on his lap. He pressed a hand to her back and one to her chest, feeling her crackling lungs when she tried to inhale deeply, ending in a cough.

Lottie tilted her head back to look up at Evan, wheezing and tensing her shoulders to try and smother another cough. Her eyes were already watering from the need to cough and she looked paler than she had this morning when he left her. Just looking at his poorly girl made guilt rack up in Evan's stomach and sent him reeling.

"Alright baby, you need to have some medicine."

Evan pursed his lips as he glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of Hen, Bobby and Eddie all looking at him with smiles and nodding his way. They weren't going to help, only spectate.

He lifted Lottie up and set her down next to him so he could slide off the sofa and kneel down on the floor in front of her instead. She tucked her legs up beneath her and held onto her little legs, leaning back and forth as she continued to cough and croak. Her tiny button nose crinkled at the end and she shivered.

Her little eyes stayed closed for a few moments which was long enough for Evan to clip the inhaler into the spacer but once Lottie opened her eyes, she paled and leaned back.

"No! No daddy."

Evan predicted Lottie would try to swat at the spacer which was why he held it up above his head, out of her reach. He held his free hand out and gently grabbed her hand as he shook his head.

"Hey now, I thought you liked magic?"

"S'not magic. Nasty, don't want it,"

"It is magic because it will help you breathe better. Come on, be a big girl. Look, I can do it." Evan pretended to press the inhaler and pressed the spacer against his nose and mouth. The last thing he wanted was a deep breath of steroids he didn't need but he would happily play pretend if it got Lottie to go along with him.

He told her it was a toy when she first saw it and pretended to speak into it so she would do the same. But when he pressed the inhaler and she took a deep breath, it tickled her throat and made her chest ignite. It helped, she had enough air to scream at Evan and she didn't trust him after that. Every day since, Evan had to bribe her to try and use it and it was trial and error with her.

Lottie shook her head and leaned as far back into the sofa as she could until Evan reached his arm around her and pulled her back towards him.

"No!"

Eddie winced and hid his grimace behind his hands that were clasped together in front of his face. He could see the pain in Evan's eyes from this distance when Lottie tried to scream but all she ended up doing was slouching forward with a horrid gargling cough.

"Please babygirl? Come on, where's Lottie gone?" For a brief moment, Evan pressed the spacer near his eye, acting as if it was a binocular he was trying to look through.

That was enough encouragement for Lottie to lean closer, apprehension vivid in her eyes but when Evan asked where she was, curiosity got the better of her.

As quick as anything, Evan pressed the inhaler and puffed out his chest, trying to get Lottie to copy him and take a deep breath. He held his breath and puffed out his cheeks that curved into a grin when Lottie tried to breathe into the tube. Her eyes snapped closed and her small fingers scratched into Evan's arm as she tilted her chin down into her chest and squirmed. The deeper breath she took, the more her chest hurt and tickled and it felt like something was physically expanding her lungs for her.

But it helped. She coughed before taking a crackling breath and itching around in Evan's arm until she could push the spacer away. Her head flopped forward onto Evan's shoulder and she curled her arms around his bicep, clinging to him as she took deep breaths.

She felt his arm coil around her waist and his large hand engulfed her hip so he could pull her up into his chest while he kissed the back of her head.

"See? You're so brave. One more for me, just one more then you can go see Eddie, hmm?"

Evan balanced on his heels, feeling a pain burning in the back of his calves from crouching for so long, shifting from his toes to his heels. He kept his left arm around Lottie, holding her against his chest and shoulder and wrapped his right arm around his front until the spacer was near her face. He would gladly cuddle her and hold her close if she would try the spacer again. If he could get her to use it tonight before she went to bed it might help them both sleep better.

She tilted her head from side to side, grumbling and whimpering until Evan pressed the inhaler and held it as close to her nose and mouth as he could manage.

It didn't quite cover her mouth properly and Lottie clenched her hand around Evan's hand that held the spacer, preventing it from completely pressing into her face. She breathed as quickly as she could, inhaling half of the air she was supposed to from the spacer but it was enough for now.

"That's my baby, all done. Good girl," Evan placed the spacer down on the coffee table behind him before he scooped Lottie up in his arms and stood up.

He let her bury her face between his shoulder and chest and curl her legs around his broad chest. Her arms tightly cocooned around his neck until Evan had no choice but to lean forward or have his neck snapped. He kissed the top of her head and pressed his free hand to the back of her neck, smoothing his thumb up and down her cheek as he walked over towards the kitchen.

"See? Didn't I tell you she was brave?" Evan bounced her on his hip, raising a brow when Eddie reached forward to take her. He wasn't so eager when she was screaming but as soon as she returned to the little doe-eyed girl, Eddie was all for her.

"Hi Lottie-cake," Eddie kissed the top of her head, wearing a broad grin when she easily slid from Evan's arms and into his.

He missed having a toddler. He had missed out on a lot of Chris's early childhood and it had taken a lot of trial and error after Shannon left, but Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. Getting together with Evan and (Y/n) had been one of the best things to happen to Eddie. And he got another child in this new relationship. A little girl to spoil, which was exactly how everyone felt when they met Lottie.

"And she's asleep." Eddie wasn't sure whether he was insulted or proud as he looked down and realised her eyes were closed and she was breathing evenly into his neck. He could feel how croaky she was and little grumbles and huffs left her lips every now and then, but she seemed very settled.

"Can you stay like that for the rest of the day? Pretty please?" Evan slumped himself down onto the counter and ran his fingers through his hair while he looked lovingly over at his boyfriend.

Couldn't Eddie just stay at the station for the remainder of their shift and hold Lottie? If she was sleeping in his arms like that, she might just get a good rest and feel a bit better. She would wake up as soon as Eddie let her go and when she realised Maddie would be taking her home soon, she would start crying and screaming again.

"I wish. Go sweet-talk Cap and see what he says," A proud smile lit up Eddie's face and he leaned his hips back against the counter, smoothing his free hand through Lottie's mess of curls. He couldn't resist kissing her head and he started slowly swaying from side to side, lightly bouncing Lottie in the crook of his elbow to try and keep her settled and drifting off to sleep.

Evan knew one thing for certain, he wouldn't be at work for the rest of the week if she continued to be this sick.

***

Eddie hummed a quiet tune at the back of his throat to try and keep himself awake, but he could feel his eyelids flagging and his view of the bathroom was starting to blur and become obscured.

He coughed and let out a small grunt before he went back to humming and looked down at the little girl in his arms. Every few seconds, Eddie jostled his arms up and down, moving Lottie up and down while he kissed the back of her head and hummed into her hair.

He trailed his lips down to kiss her cheek and tilted his neck so he could check and see if she was still awake or not. She had suddenly gone rather quiet in his arms.

It had to be sometime around one in the morning.

This was the first time Evan, Lottie and (Y/n) were staying the night with Eddie and Chris. They were all moving in next week so they were doing a trial run for two nights to try and get the kids used to being under the same roof and see how things went.

The night would have gone a lot smoother if Lottie still wasn't down with a chest infection. She loved her room here which was almost finished and she had been so tired she fell asleep during the movie with them all in the living room. Evan put her to bed and every hour or so, one of them checked in on her.

The three of them actually managed to go to bed and get two hours sleep. Then Lottie woke up.

She had been crying and coughing so Eddie gave her some medicine but she suddenly started to croak and wheeze and then she could barely breathe. He had resorted to the bathroom to try something new. Eddie filled the sink with boiling water, put some vapour drops in the water, lathered Lottie in vapour cream to try and clear her airways. And now he was holding her over the sink, getting her to breathe in the steam to clear her chest.

He thought she would scream at him like she did with the inhaler, but the steam seemed to help straight away. Her coughing got worse but in a good way, it was deeper and allowed her to take proper breaths.

Almost twenty minutes Eddie had been doubled over the sink with Lottie in his arms and he felt like he could sleep standing up. But she was keeping him awake on his toes, if he stopped bouncing her in his arms for more than ten seconds, she would whine and bat at his hand to make him continue.

"Atta girl Lottie-cake." He spoke quietly, grinning when he realised she was asleep. Her head lolled onto his bicep and she snuffled, croaking as she dozed off in his arms.

As gently as he could, Eddie lifted her and turned her around in his arms until she was settled on his chest. Her head fell just beneath his chin and she slumped against his upper chest with her palm pressed over his collar bone. Eddie left the sink full and turned off the light, he was too tired to deal with it now when he could tidy up in the morning. After they all got some sleep.

"You can come sleep with us," Eddie kissed the top of her head and made his way to his room. He knew what would happen if he put Lottie down. She wasn't fully asleep yet and if he woke her whilst trying to put her in her own bed, she would start to cry. It would be easier to let her stay with them tonight and try her in her new room again tomorrow.

When Eddie padded back into his room, he carefully eased himself back down onto the bed, making sure Lottie stayed motionless against his chest. He laid out on his back next to (Y/n), inhaling slowly to adjust to the new weight on his chest. Lottie snuggled up until her head was pressed right beneath his chin near his Adam's apple and her arms secured around his neck to keep him close as if he was going to try and escape.

A smile worked its way onto his face when (Y/n) pressed her face up into his shoulder and draped her leg over his, rubbing her foot against his lower leg.

"Goodnight,"

***

"Come on, breakfast is ready!"

Evan jolted forward when a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and nudged him until he moved off balance. His eyes snapped open and he gasped as he rolled from his side and onto Eddie's chest, promptly scaring his partner awake in the process.

"Breakfast!" Chris whined again, nudging Evan until he groaned and ran a hand up and down his face to try and wake himself up.

"W-what time is it?"

"Where's Lottie?" Evan pressed a hand against Eddie's chest and pushed himself up until he could sit up in bed. He ran his fingers through his hair while he looked around the bedroom. Early in the morning he remembered Eddie going to check on Lottie so he and (Y/n) didn't have to and an hour after that, Eddie found Lottie snuggled in bed with them.

Every now and then when she coughed, Evan had reached out to rub his hand up and down her back or kiss her temple if he could reach her. She had climbed over all three of them, moving between who she wanted to lay with.

When Evan's words sank in, Eddie's hands moved to his chest that suddenly felt light and empty. Lottie kept coming back to lay on him during the night, he hadn't realised she had left the room. And so had (Y/n).

"They're making breakfast."

"Alright, we're coming," Eddie pushed up, stretched his arms above his head and climbed out of bed behind Evan. It seemed like the girls had gotten up and got breakfast sorted while the rest of them stayed in bed. Chris's hair was all over the place and he was still in his pyjamas.

A grin took over Evan's features when he padded into the kitchen, still rubbing his hands over his eyes to wake himself up.

There was Lottie, perched on the kitchen counter beside the fridge, a teddy in her arms and (Y/n) stood beside her with a spatula in hand and plates of food all served up around her.

"Morning girls, what are we making?" Evan wrapped an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and reeled her into his side like a fish on a hook. His bare chest pressed up into her back and he tucked his face into her neck, pressing a tender kiss there just to feel her shiver against him.

His free hand moved out to cup Lottie's chin and he brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling when she grinned up at him.

"Bacon and eggs."

"Buck… aren't you forgetting something?" A smirk flooded Eddie's face as he picked Chris up for a morning hug and leaned across to put the kettle on to make some coffee. He watched his partner tilt his head and frown in confusion that mixed in with tiredness.

Reaching out, Eddie grabbed the spacer and inhaler from the counter and waved it over at him. He grinned when Evan's jaw slacked and his shoulders slumped before he dropped his face back into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and curled around her like he was pretending to disappear.

Morning and evening, Lottie needed to be encouraged to use the spacer until her infection cleared and she wouldn't let anyone but Evan use it.

He smiled shyly into (Y/n)'s neck when she turned her head to press a gentle, wet kiss to his forehead. They all knew he needed to be more awake and alert if he was going to bribe his daughter to take her inhaler. Breakfast would have to come first to ensure he woke up.

He was glad they all had the next three days off together.

[sturnsbella]

the right person

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matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt was right about the guy y/n was talking to being an asshole, but he helps her anyways.

warnings: drinking, panic attack and cheating (?)

y/n - pink

matt - blue

madi - red

nick - purple

chris - orange

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marylou is my mom’s best friend since college, because of their friendship, me and the triplets grew up together. they were like family, we always spent holidays together and we met every week. getting older, we just got closer. nick was always my best friend, chris was like a older, annoying, funny and carrying older brother, and matt… he was kinda different?

when we were like 13, i had a crush on him, and everyone knew it, i was really bad at hiding it. he probably didn’t like me back, since he was 15 and probably saw me as a younger sister or something like that. i hated that, he was so weird with me. he acted like we were just friends but when i started to talk to a boy he was super overprotective, almost like he was jealous. i never understood that.

i got over him years ago, but recently he has been kinda flirty with me. i always take it as a joke, but sometimes i don’t know if it really is..

anyways, it doesn’t matter ‘cause i’m talking to somebody else now.

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madi, one of the friends we have in common, is throwing a party today, i have 10 minutes until matt, chris and nick come to pick me up. my hair is loose and i did two little braids in the front. i’m wearing a black open backless top, and a tight jeans skirt. my makeup is done, i just apply gloss to finish while admiring myself in the mirror. i take a couple of selfies before laying on my bed and posting it.

matt’s pov

i’m scrolling on instagram waiting for my brothers when i see y/n’s post. she looks really good. i like the picture and comment:

@matthew.sturniolo - “picking you up rn. good pics btw 📸”

it only takes her a few seconds to reply:

@y/n.y/l/n - “ok im waiting. tks 📸”

under my comment a see the comment of the guy she’s talking to:

@evan_williams - “🔥”

i roll my eyes. he’s an asshole and it pisses me off that y/n doesn’t see it. she deserves someone better than him, she is so sweet and kind and i’m not even sure he likes her.

y/n’s pov

i grab my purse while walking to the door when the triplets arrive at my house. i get in the car sitting next to nick.

“hii you’re looking so good y/n/n”

“thank youu” i say smiling.

chris looks at me and smiles

“you really are”

matt glances at me

“yeah you look hot”

i giggle a bit and blush

“shut up”

we listen to music and sing all the way to the party, not talking about anything. we get to the house and we all leave the car.

“y/n/n do you know if evan’s coming?”

“yeah he’ll come. but he won’t stay much tho, he’s grounded or something”

i say as we go to the door. and i notice matt guets quiet when we talk about evan.

“what?”

i say staring at him.

“nothing”

“what is it?”

“you know he’s an asshole, right?”

i roll my eyes at him, i know he doesn’t like evan but he never likes any guy i talk to, is annoying.

“i’ll go grab a drink, do you guys want anything?”

i go to the kitchen after they all said no. in the kitchen i find madi, we take a few shots and then we go dancing.

mini time skip

me, madi and a bunch of other people are dancing with the loud music playing. i still haven’t seen evan, so i text him.

“heyy, are u still coming?”

he took a few minutes to answer the text

“hey, no i won’t make it sorry”

“oh, okay” i text back. i show my phone to madi.

“it’s okay we don’t need him here, let’s drink”

we go to the kitchen once again, and while i’m making my drink i notice madi’s eyes going wide, i look to where she was looking.

“y/n don’t-“

she says trying to stop me from seeing evan hooking up with another girl on the corner of the room. i’m speechless. i mean, we didn’t have anything too serious but i wasn’t hooking up with any other guys, and he told me he liked me… i turn my head to madi again

“i can’t believe him”

“omg i’m so sorry y/n”

“it’s fine”

it’s not, he was so nice to me, i really liked him. and it all just reminded me from when i caught my ex boyfriend cheating on me with my (ex) best friend. my mind racing as my breath got heavier.

“i’ll be right back”

i go to the bathroom, close the door and lean myself on the sink. i stare at myself in the mirror with my eyes filled with tears. it gets hard to breathe when my tears run down my face. i hear someone knock on the door.

“y/n/n?”

matt opens the door, i look at him crying and trying to breathe. he closes the door behind him and rushes to come try to calm me down.

“y/n it’s okay. you are okay”

i shake my head

“you can get through this, okay?” he says breathing deeply trying to make me follow his breath.

“focus on my breathing”

he wipes my tears, i begin to slow down my breathing and calming down.

“matt” i try to speak

“shh, is okay.” he gives a slight smile trying not to look so nervous to help me. i hug him, trying to stop crying.

“i should’ve listened to you”

“don’t say that, you couldn’t know”

“why does everyone fucking replace me like that?”

“it’ll be okay, y/n/n, you got me”

we stay like that in silence for a while. he lets me go and holds my face, wiping my last tear.

“let’s get out of here before i fucking punch him”

i nod, smiling slightly. i’m kinda embarrassed matt saw me like this. i’m not even that sensitive but i think with the alcohol and all.. it was a just lot.

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the drive back was silent. i was sitting on the passenger’s seat, chris didn’t even said anything about it, he understood something had happened.

i notice that matt isn’t driving back to my place.

matt’s pov

“matt where are we going?”

y/n asks me looking confused

“you’re sleeping over at our house today”

she smiles. i wouldn’t let her be alone right now, she’s too drunk, plus with what happened with evan i don’t want her to do anything stupid.

after 10 minutes in the car i notice y/n fell asleep. “she’s cute” i think to myself, hoping chris and nick didn’t notice me blushing over her. when we get to our house, nick and chris go inside letting me with y/n.

i carry her inside the house and to my bedroom, where i place here on my bed. i turn around to pick up a hoodie for her to sleep in, when i turn to her i see she woke up.

“hey” she smiles

“wear this, i’ll be sleeping on chris’s room if you need anything.” i say turning my back at her.

“matty” i look at her waiting for her to speak.

“can you stay here?”

i smile at her question and nod. i go to lay down next to y/n, facing her.

“you’re okay?”

“i will be. i just…” she pauses “i wish someone would really stay. what is wrong with me? why does everyone always leaves?”

“nothing’s wrong with you, y/n. you’re perfect. he was the problem.”

“he wasn’t even the first one to cheat on me”

“you’ll be alright, y/n/n. you’ll find the right person”

“you think so?”

“i’m sure.” i smile and nod. i wrap my arm around y/n’s waist as she lays her head on my chest. i caress her hair until she falls asleep.

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first fic ughhhh how do we feel?

i have ideas for part 2 but idkk..

i hope you guys like it, sorry for any mistakess

- xoxo bella

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Small Big Big Lovin

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Short!Wife!Reader

Summary: Fans recount the best things they’ve seen about Y/n and Chris' loving relationship

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@/lemonsqueezy: Anyone see the mirror selfie Chris posted of him and Y/n, his arms wrapped around her with her jumping onto him like a koala😭😭 AND THIS MAN WAS NOT TRYING TO HIDE HIS HANDS ON HER ASS (Can’t blame him tho)

@/Whosaidso: Chris said on his newest press tour interview that every morning their kids barge into their room to have Y/n do their hair. Anyone else cryin?

> @/spiderwomantt: OK BUT R WE IGNORING THAT HE LITERALLY CALLS HIS OWN KIDS THE COCKBLOCKERS

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@/Evanslovesass: My aunt got to interview Y/n on the red carpet and apparently she’s so much smaller in real life🥹 Chris literally had to act as her bodyguard because people would bump into her cus they couldn’t see her

> @/buckystanners: AT ONE POINT YOU CAN SEE HIM JUST CARRYING HER THROUGH THE PEOPLE

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@/princeofasgard: I just saw Chris and Y/n out doing the grocery shopping and this man was just watching his wife struggle to reach the lucky charms on the top shelf

> @/hungryhipposusa: WELL DID HE HELP HER?!

>> @/princeofasgard: YEAH BUT SHE LIT HAD TO BEG HIM LMFAO

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@/yourmomsmom: if yall think you have a chance with Chris then you’re wrong, the guys absolutely smitten with Y/n as if she’s God on Earth /gen

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@/henrycavillishubby: Yall remember when Y/n revealed that she met Chris because she was a trainee hair stylist who was working with another stylist, and the reason they started talking to each other is because he wouldn’t leave her tf alone. Poor gyal

> @/sticksonbricks: Don’t forget that the only girl he lets deal with his hair is Y/n now, HE SAYS ITS HERS ONLY TO TOUCH AND TO PULL WTF

>> @/marvelousshulk: Why are we surprised they have like a gajillion kids

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@/hornymackiebarnes: Anthony Mackie really just clowned Chris evans because anytime wants to Chris wants to kiss Y/n he has to bend his neck or she has to use a stool😭☠️☠️

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@/tomhollandsleftnipple: OKAY BUT CHRIS DYING Y/NS HAIR ON LIVE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER, HE WAS SO WORRIED SHE WOULDNT LIKE IT N KEPT STEALIN KISSES FROM HER. IM SLEEPIN ON THE HIGHWAY TONIGHT

>> @/Ynshairfollicle: and when baby Izzy came in the middle of it to sit on Y/n's lap, I swear she’s an exact double of Chris

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@/celebsgoferal: ALERT JUST SAW CHRIS EVANS FULL ON FRENCHING WITH Y/N UNDER A TREE IN MY LOCAL PARK AND HE WAS NOT HOLDIN BACK😍😭😭 GOD IT FELT WEIRD

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@/Dcandmarvel101: I just met Y/n Evans at my work and she’s actually the sweetest woman alive, she even tipped me so well!! Chris came to pick her up and wouldn’t even let her pay for her own nails since apparently he picked the colour for them. I hate it here.

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@/nocolourjustfaxandprinter: Anyone see Chris Evans camera roll, there that meme of a massive plug going into a phone’s charging socket, god bless Y/n for real

>@/socksontoes: Babes she’s living her best life, SHES GIVING HIM HIS BIG BOSTON FAMILY

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@/Giraffeshortneck: I was at a fireworks festival at my hometown in Massachusetts and saw the Evans couple snuggling while watching. Chris had Y/n inside his coat with him all zipped up, HE EVEN KEPT KISSING HER CHEEKS AND HEAD WTAF

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@/hiyageorgie: Chris calls Y/n his sweet girl. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

>@Y/nEvans: Fun fact I call him my bubba, something he actually used to call me when we first started dating

>>@/trinitysimpsonS: OMG SHE REPLIED TO YOU

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@/thexmenarehere: Who was going to tell me that Chris has a tattoo of Y/n's name with a kiss mark on his right pec, because her head always lands there when they sleep. I never knew I needed this information. I love it.

> @/lovememenot: And Y/n has a small cursive C tattooed on her hip. Saw it in one of her bikini shoots for her new clothing brand😭

>> @letsgetreadytobumble: OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED THAT BRO

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@/treetopshigh: That one video where in the background Y/n was cutting Chris’ hair and he had fallen asleep onto her chest midway, AND SHE KISSED HIS FOREHEAD TO WAKE HIM UP GENTLY

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@/brightandsunny: bro my sisters friend worked on the set as a stunt woman and she said Y/n is an amazing mother. SO HANDS ON AND TENDER LOVIN, AND CHRIS JUST CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIS OWN WIFE. ALWAYS HAS HIS HANDS ON HER. Safe to say she has her hands full.

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@/Freshwaterfish: I love that one video on Y/n's tiktok where she pranks Chris about wantin a surgery to make her taller, and this man went all soft trying to convince her that she was his “precious little goblin queen” NOT THE REACTION I WAS EXPECTING BUT SO WORTH IT

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@/sweetlovin: No one gonna mention about how when Y/n was pregnant Chris literally dropped all his projects and rushed home to be with her. Next thing we know she’s carrying triplets AND WITH HER SMALL FRAME, GOD BLESS HER FOR REAL. HER BACK IS GOING TO BE ACHING

>@/kristoffslevn: Chris did not cut her any slack☠️☠️ three mf babies

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@/dreeezzy: Chris with his kids is so adorable, because they’re small like Y/n was when she was little, HES ABLE TO CARRY ALL FOUR AT ONCE. Don’t even get me started on him putting his baby girls hair into pigtails while he was on his lunch break while filming. Or when they all missed Y/n so they all huddled up in his chair to face-time her while she was t at home cus she was heavily preggers

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@/Y/nEvans: Anyone got any tips on how to get a six foot man’s heavy ass head out of your boobs without wakin him up??

>@/ChrisEvans: They’re soft, warm and snuggly. Leave me alone.

>>@/Y/nEvans: They’re just tits 😭😭

>>>@/ChrisEvans: Yeah mine. What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs

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@/levelheadednoob: anyone else wonder how Y/n and Chris have ya know ;)) cus that woman is tiny and he is like six foot

>@/ChrisEvans: We get through it fine thank you, four kids and counting :

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A Patient Man

Y/N: your name

Y/L/N: your last name

Y/E/C: your eye color

Y/M/C: your Marvel character

Y/H/C: your hair color

CHAPTER 1

Sebastian was totally screwed. He had promised himself never to fall for another costar again, and yet here he was, pining after this new, rising star of an actress, Y/N L/N, who had literally been plucked from obscurity and became an overnight acting and singing sensation. He was skeptical when he first heard from the director that there was a new character being introduced into the Marvel cinematic universe, and specifically into his character, Bucky Barnes’, storyline. Not only was he skeptical of the latecomer, but also because the director told him the actress was new to the business and had never acted in anything besides high school and college plays and musicals. But the director was excited about her, and told Sebastian she was extremely talented for having so little experience, especially with her singing. Sebastian never expected to be completely floored by her.

The moment he met her he was astounded by her kindness, humor, compassion, open-mindedness, but mostly by her fierce love for people and how much she liked physical contact with others. She always seemed to be cuddling with a co-star on set, holding hands with Elizabeth Olsen or pinching Scarlett Johanssen’s butt in passing. Sebastian lived for the moments when she would waltz over and give him a long hug, or cuddle up to him when she was tired, or randomly hold his face in her hands and just stare at him for a minute, smiling, like she was trying to memorize every little part of him. He couldn’t help but smile like an idiot whenever he saw her, his heart doing a flip when she was near, and feeling extreme jealousy when she was close with anyone else. But that’s just how she always was. It was her love language, and quickly turning into his as well.

Her infectious giggle rang through the air and his head whipped to the direction it came from. The Marvel cast was in a large venue, meeting the thunderous applause of the excited fans waiting in line, and yet he could pick her voice out of the crowd. Y/N was hugging Chris Evans and laughing as he picked her up and swung her around in a circle. Sebastian felt the nasty little green monster called Jealousy bare its teeth in his heart and he slightly hung his head in shame, still watching them out of the corner of his eye. He knew Chris was harmless, only saw Y/N as a friend, yet couldn’t help but stare daggers at him.

“Chill, dude,” Anthony Mackie muttered to him as the line of fans kept moving.

“What?” Sebastian quickly turned to look at him.

“Oh come on, man, you’re being totally obvious,” Anthony smirked.

“Ugh, I know,” Sebastian sighed, reverting his attention to the kids in front of him dressed as Captain America and Black Panther. “Great costumes guys, you look better than Chris and Chadwick combined!” he praised. The fans smiled and quickly took a selfie with him and Mackie before moving on with the rest of the fans filing into the lecture hall area.

“Nobody looks better than me in that suit, Stan, and you know it!” Chris walked up behind them, Y/N following close behind.

Sebastian laughed at Chris, giving him a quick hug, then turned to his favorite face and smiled adoringly at her. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi, Seb,” she smiled back, taking his hands in hers. “How are you?” She looked right in his eyes, making him feel like he was melting into a puddle from her Y/E/C-eyed stare.

He rubbed her soft hands in his, clutching tighter so she couldn’t leave just yet. “I’m good,” he could feel himself blushing, “how are you?”

“I’m amazing,” she giggled, “I saw a whole group of little girls dressed up as Y/M/C, it was so cool! All of them dressed as me, I never thought I’d see something like that.” She was slightly jumping in front of him from excitement, and he laughed at her antics.

“It is pretty cool when they dress up as you,” he agreed. “Makes you feel pretty special, huh?”

“Oh yeah!” she laughed, her blinding smile lighting up her features. “Though to be honest I’m pretty tired,” she spoke quietly, moving closer so he could hear her. Sebastian took another look at her and could see that her eyes looked to be a bit duller than usual. This long press tour was reaching its sixth week and they had constantly been traveling to different states, countries and continents, talking to thousands of people, taking millions of pictures, and she had never done it before. She was putting on a brave face, but he could tell she missed her kids.

Y/N was a single mother. Sebastian had been surprised by that fact at first, but after he met her kids while on set, her motherly nature made him fall for her more than before. She had been married before, had two children with her husband, but then he had suddenly died from a brain aneurysm about 2 years before she had been discovered by the director of the movie. Being a single mom had never been the plan for her, but in his opinion, coming from a single mother himself, she was succeeding immensely on her own. He also fell in love with her kids. They were extremely well-mannered and relaxed in nature, just like her, but had the cutest personalities that made him love spending time with them. Her daughter, Lulu, was always singing, (also just like her mother), and dancing around, constantly chatting to anyone who would entertain her. Her son, Ollie, was the quiet observer who didn’t feel the need to talk much, but had the sweetest laugh. He would usually babysit them on set if she needed to do a scene that he wasn’t in with her. They called him Sebby, and he called them his munchkins.

Y/N hadn’t seen them in almost a full month. She didn’t want them on the road so much and had left them with her parents for a while. But they were still so young that she felt she was missing out on them growing, even if only for a month. Sebastian missed them, too, but couldn’t imagine what it felt like for her. He gave her a warm smile and squeezed her hands, then pulled her into a hug. He could feel her melt into him and his head felt fuzzy. “I miss them, too,” he whispered to her. She looked up at him with an unreadable expression, and he waited for her reaction. Y/N finally gave him a small smile, her eyes starting to well up a little which she quickly brushed away with a laugh. He smiled back at her and hugged her once more before reluctantly letting go of her. She kept her arm looped with his as they followed the other stars to the stage of their latest Marvel panel, fans screaming as they came into the light.

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“Y/N! How has it felt being the newbie among all these big actors in these movies?” the fan asked at the microphone.

Y/N smiled at her and leaned forward to her mic. “It’s been amazing, a little intimidating at times, but overall a lot of fun. I feel like I’ve learned so much from all of them and made some really meaningful, lasting friendships. They’re like my family.”

Sebastian smiled at her as she finished speaking. The audience cheered after her answer and the next fan came up to the mic to ask a question.

“Hi, I’m a big fan of the MCU. My question is also for Y/N, actually.” Y/N leaned forward again and smiled at him, awaiting his question. “My question is, Y/N, what do you think your late husband would think of you kissing and having a love scene with one of your costars?”

Sebastian immediately saw red. He leaned forward quickly, slapping his hand on the panel table. “What did you just say?” he said loudly. The other co-stars started chastising the fan as well, telling him what he said was inappropriate, how dare he ask her such a question, that he was being incredibly rude. The fan started blubbering as they shouted at him, trying to apologize, but the damage was done. The fans in the audience gasped and booed him loudly as he desperately looked around for an ally. Sebastian stopped yelling and looked at Y/N. She sat quietly in her seat, staring at the fan with furrowed brows, her hands folded together. She seemed to be waiting patiently for everyone to stop talking. He reached over and put his hand over hers. She slowly looked at him, eyebrows still furrowed, looked at his hand on hers, then back to his eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly. She blinked, then slowly gave him a small smile, moving her hand out from his so she could comfortably hold it. He gave her a lopsided smile back and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. She looked back at his hand again, then looked towards the fan that was trying to walk away.

“I want to answer the question,” she announced into the mic. Everyone on the panel whipped their heads to look at her, the audience noise quickly died down, the rude fan looked like he was about to shit himself.

“You know what my dead husband would say to me kissing Sebastian Stan in this movie?” she replied, a menacing undertone to her otherwise soft spoken voice. The rude fan stared wide-eyed at her. “He’d say, ‘Get it, girl.’ That’s what my dead husband would say.”

The whole room erupted in applause. Sebastian stared at her, eyes wide and a huge smile on his face. Anthony stood up hollering, “That’s right! She told you! Yaaas Queen!” Chris threw his head back laughing, right hand over his left boob as he always does, everyone else clapping, nodding their heads to what she said. The rude fan quickly left after people started pushing him out of the venue hall.

Sebastian was still holding Y/N’s hand, and he could feel her squeezing his hand, as she watched the fan leave. Her face was still stern, making sure the fan left, and once he was through the doors she relaxed her grip. Sebastian gave her hand a small squeeze to grab her attention. She looked back over at him, her eyes softening as she looked at him and a small side smile lighting up her face again. He smiled at her then pulled her in for a hug. She hugged him back tightly. He could tell she was trying to ground herself after the whole ordeal. Her anxiety tended to flare up in crowd settings like this, and for someone to try to call her out on something like that in front of everybody probably had her struggling to breath for a minute. The audience cheered louder as they hugged each other.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered in her ear. Y/N slightly shivered in his hold and a little flare of hope sparked in his heart that maybe he had just as much effect on her as she had on him. He felt her smile against his cheek and she whispered back, “Thank you.”

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Part 10 - Pilot Season

Feb 02nd - sightings of Chris at a comedy show in Boston

Feb 03rd - Alba followed these comedy guys

Feb 04th - Deuxmoi Sunday Sighting: ASP and Chris "confirmed" marriage

Feb 05th - Justin storied a selfie with Boston cap and "B de burra" (B means donkey)

Feb 07th - Materialists announcement

Feb 11th - Alba storied ski trip in France

Feb 12th - Alba's friend posted a ski trip video "girls trip"

Feb 13th - Alba's friends storied pictures of the ski trip & Chris storied a Dodger video "He loves the snow" & 2 hours later Alba reposted a group picture & her friend storied a apres ski party video

Feb 15th - Chris deleted 3 Dodger and the NYC shelter posts & Alba's friend storied pictures "bye Neve" (bye snow)

Feb 16th - Justin storied about an abandoned dog & two Alba "fan accounts" posted videos of Alba's ski trip (with unseen videos)

Feb 17th - Alba followed Belgian director (he followed back) & Alba's friends posted skiing videos on Instagram and TikTok

Feb 18th - Justin posted random pics & DM blind about Chris and Alba at Mooncusser on Vday & another DM blind about Chris at opening night of Steel Pier

Feb 19th - Alba's friend posted a skiing video on Instagram & Chris storied two pictures of him and the Russos (Creature comforts LA), pictures were taken Jan 20, 2024

Feb 20th - Alba storied her friend's skiing video & tweet about Chris in Lisbon (sidenote: Twitter girl had a few fights about that sighting)

Feb 21th - tweet about Chris and Alba having dinner & restaurant posted pic of Alba and Chris & ~ 20 min later Twitter girl posted a picture of Chris, Alba and Joana together with her and her bf

Feb 27th - Chris deleted 3 IG posts

Mar 01st - Chris at Seattle Con

Mar 2nd - Chris at Seattle Con & Alba storied Amelia's Children promo video andu posted the wrong flag emoji (Liberia), she deleted the story after 40min and corrected the flag emoji & Joana storied 3 gummy bears and tagged Alba and Justin

Mar 05th - Justin posted a video of the drag queen brunch on TikTok (NYE 1.0)

Mar 06th - behind the scenes video of Flite

Mar 07th - Portuguese waitress/bartender (Restaurant pic Feb 2024) went public again and rearchieved 4 old posts and changed her bio lifestyle, traveler... & Justin and friends at Lisbon Fashion week opening

Mar 08th - OkMagazine article "Chris Evans Is 'Super Anxious' to Start a Family" & Chris unfollowed Taron (came back on IG March 04) & Jeff Conway tweeted about him meeting Chris and Alba at UTA party & side note UTA party 7.30 pm (Holloway House) and CAA party 8 pm (Sunset Tower)

Mar 09th - pap pics of Chris and Alba leaving CAA party (Backgrid) & Jenn and Ilaria in LA, Ilaria posted wardrobe pics and tagged Chris

Mar 10th - Audi ad & Scott and Steve at the Oscars & Chris and Alba at the Vanity Fair party

Mar 11th - pap pics of Megan, Chris and Alba leaving VF party & Alba's stylist storied Alba & Chris deleted 3 IG posts (including RedOne) and restricted comments

Mar 12th - Cartier storied Alba's necklace & Alba's VF post (tagged her stylist, Cartier and Roland Mouret), Joana and Justin liked and commented on it after, followed by her stylist and Nichelle, Jeff Conway, Light & Dwell, MTV Portugal, Jazz Charton (happened with 40 minutes), Lisa, Jamie Chung and Chelsea commented on it after 2 hours & Joana and Alba's friend storied her post & Simon Berry and Chris's nephew commented on it after 5 hours

Mar 13th - Justin posted magazine (including Alba and Joana)

Mar 14th - Audi photographer posted Chris

[soft-and-bitter]

maybe you could be the one (3)

Chris Evans x Personal Assistant!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

You try figuring out what to do next after Chris goes and publicly admits that he needs you more than anything. Worse, he isn't done just yet.

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Despite your close proximity to Chris, few actually take notice of you. That's no accident on your part, though. In your opinion, it's one of the reasons why you've done well in the role thus far and partly why you might've landed the job somewhat precipitously in the first place: you really know how to sink into the background. Your clothing is professional but terribly non-descript, with only the barest hint of a family heirloom peaking out beyond your collar; your makeup, while deftly applied, is minimal. The message is clear: Chris is the star of the show. Period. Any member of staff, especially a personal assistant, is relegated to obscurity.

So it's rather unpleasant of a surprise to feel so many pairs of eyes on you, slithering along the spine of your back, the bare surface of your forearms. People are meant to see you then forget you as soon as Chris so much as drifts into their periphery, but their lingering gazes today suggests otherwise. You've only introduced yourself to a handful of the crew members here, and never once did you actually mention that you're Chris' PA. With the way you hover about him, though, it shouldn't be too hard to put two and two together.

Even as the interview draws to a close and the last animal is ushered off the set, you're still not able to find any sign on his face whatsoever to indicate whether he's affected by his own admission; not a pause of surprise, nor a guilty frown. Nada. Chris just sails on smoothly like the seasoned celebrity he is, never once wavering, his hearty laughter infectious, his body language open and brimming with affection.

You, on the hand, are another story. Hand gripping your work phone like some talisman, you try to hide the mortification you fear might've made it onto your face, Chris' words racing through your head on an endless loop. That, and the various ways you might be able to murder him without getting caught. Throw him overboard a cruise moving through the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, maybe? Maritime laws are more lax when it comes to murder, if you're recalling correctly from that Netflix documentary you watched not so long ago...

I sure don't think I could live without her.

Did he really have to say that? More importantly, why are you so concerned he was being genuine when he did? That's the thing that bothers you: the spontaneity of it all. Well, you think it was, anyway. But was it? Who can say when dealing with an actor like him?

The set breaks into joyful applause once the cut is yelled. Like a spell broken, there's a sudden flurry of motion as crew members continue about the rest of their day; you move aside as one of the cameramen wheels his equipment across the studio. When you look back to find Chris, he's already meandered off the set with one of the animal keepers, nodding emphatically at whatever's being said.

You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, trying to chase away the same words that keep running through your mind, the one you want to throttle Chris for. The interview's finished, you remind yourself, and most of the crew have already gone back to their day. Now it's time for you to go back to yours, especially when there's still such a long way go to before it's done.

Chris is in the middle of a hug as you approach slowly, still trying to expel any trepidation that clings to you. You pause just a few steps back while he agrees to some selfies that the remaining crew members ask for, but as soon as he catches sight of you, Chris grins widely. You feel multiple sets of eyes on you again, their gazes focused a bit too long. Damn it.

"Onward, soldier?" Chris says by way of greeting, moving towards you. In response you smile back, determined to keep it cool. Nothing to see here folks, you want to assure everyone still hovering about, only you suspect that that may pique their curiosity even further.

"Yes, onward. But hey, don't expect another menagerie at the Shangri-La. Or anywhere else, for that matter." That gets a few light chuckles out of those still remaining.

He winks at you, blue eyes sparkling with calm mischief. "Too bad. I just love it when things get freed from their cages once in a while."

Even once you're both in the SUV, heading off to the next location for the day's final stretch of press work, you hesitate to bring up what just transpired. Now that you've left Venturepop Media behind you, its main studio no larger than a spot in the rear windscreen, most of your mortification must've stayed back too. You're still mildly vexed, not to mention confused, but at least murder is no longer on your mind.

The car is charged with silence as Melvin, today's chauffeur, navigates down a street already congested. The bodyguard assigned for this leg of the tour sits beside him, wordless. You realize, a bit suddenly, that too long an unspoken moment might be dangerous; it means more time for the both of you to think about what happened. Now that you've got some of your bearings together, you realize you don't want to upset the equilibrium.

"Those animals made a mess on your shirt," you comment, sitting beside him. Your intentions aside, it's quite true.

You watch as Chris shifts his gaze downward. He pulls at an unruly cluster of red fur on his right shoulder. "What are you going to do about it?"

The SUV slows for a red light as you unzip your knapsack. The lint roller you're searching for is hidden beneath a pack of Chris' Marlboros and a tightly bundled chord for phone charging; you dig it out as the car accelerates again. "It's either this or another shirt," you respond, holding up the roller in a way not totally unlike the rubber slipper your mom used for doling out punishment when you were younger.

"Which shirt are we talking about?" he asks.

"It's the one Leland thought you'd look dynamite in until you somehow managed to talk him out of it."

"Well, looks like the universe has spoken," he says, pulling the ends of his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Before you can even protest, Chris is already pulling the yellow Gucci top over his head in the cramped space of the SUV, chest bared to you and everyone else present. Those in the front of the car say nothing. It seems they've been exposed to stranger sights just as much as you have.

You meant to suggest he change over at the Shangri-La, but the words die in your throat and you sigh quietly instead, turning in your seat to reach behind it, where a garment bag hangs from an attached hook.

"Just so you know, I meant what I said back there."

You freeze. Fuck.

Another silence prevails, this one more potent than the last. You're still facing away from him, thank god; is it possible for you to pretend you just didn't hear?

"Ditto, I think you need to say something."

Guess not.

You turn back to face him again, Chris' new shirt in your hands. "Couldn't you have just stuck with Dodger?"

He takes the shirt from you. "I could've, but you know what? I decided I didn't want to. Besides, I never mentioned you by name and you're leaving me soon, so there's nothing to worry about if you think this is going to blow up in your face or something like that. It won't."

Maybe it's the nonchalance in his tone as he speaks, but something in you tears open. Curiosity? Confusion? A bit of both? Whatever it is, it's fueling your courage rapidly.

"Chris, you just publicly admitted you can't live without me."

"And yet you're leaving anyway."

A response bubbles in your mouth, but it's a shriek that erupts from your throat instead as you land hard against Chris while the SUV makes a violent swerve, the move so sudden and heart-stopping you blank out completely, all your thoughts dropping off a mental cliff like it didn't know was there.

A car horn blares, long and obnoxious and angry; it's Melvin doing that, you realize. "This dumb asshole," you hear him curse before he looks around his headrest. "Sorry, friends," he says.

"Wouldn't mind getting to the next spot in one piece," Chris jokes, one strong wrapped protectively around your shoulder, his other hand splayed against the tinted passenger window for purchase. "You okay?" he asks, looking down at you. The hard band of his Rolex digs into your shoulder, but it also works to remind you that you're still here and alive.

Your heart pace is just beginning to normalize as you raise yourself back into an upright position, brushing off his arm. "I'm fine, thanks. Are you okay? Is the shirt okay? I won't hear the end of it from Leland if it's not."

Chris straightens his collar with a dramatic flourish. "The shirt will remain intact."

"Speaking of things remaining intact," you begin, just as you catch the first sight of the Shangri-La in Chris' passenger window, "we're good for the rest of your interviews today, right? As in, no more going off-script like you just did?"

He leans back against the leather seat, arms folded before him. "I guess that depends. Are you going to free up one of my evenings while we're in Seoul like I've been asking you to?"

You hold back a sigh. There's more yet to unpack regarding Chris' behaviour, but the idea that he might pull this act again when you know his publicist is already going to call you up before the week closes does not bode well for you. It's Marianne who will sign off on the final cut of that Venturepop interview; you realize, with no small measure of relief, that she'll likely have the Kit Kat segment pulled out entirely. Who's to say what she'll make of the following interviews, though?

"Buddy, I'm trying. Right now the best I can do is smuggle you out of that Hyundai afterparty you promised Nick you'd attend. And come on now, you've already experienced South Korea enough times before, haven't you?"

There's a firm set in his jaw. "Are you going to work your magic for me or not?"

You hesitate, silently cursing Bong Joon-Ho or whoever it was he was trying to score brownie points with through this little foray in Seoul. Wasn't it Chris himself who mentioned to you that the director was set to make another movie in English? You can already imagine the stories he'll post on his Instagram, though you doubt Bong would be that impressed with such meagre level of devotion. Honestly, though? Whatever.

"If I do this, you'll keep to the script for the rest of today and the rest of the tour," you state. This would be it, your final push.

Without warning Chris reaches out, long fingers brushing strands of hair away from your face and over the curve of your ear. "Done."

You don't get much chance to react; through his passenger window, you can see a valet attendant pull his door open. Chris turns away from you to get out, but just as quickly whips his head back.

"And ditto? Make sure to be free that evening."



Chris being like, 'if I can't bargain with her to stay, I'll bargain with her for a date lol.'

I'm sure it's obvious, but in case it's not I am playing hard and loose with the location, Chris' career timeline, everything y'all. If I had to place this story anywhere, I'd say it's when he was promoting Avengers: Endgame in 2019, but a pre-pandemic setting is really all you need to remember for the sake of this. Huge thanks to everyone that reblogged or left feedback, which includes but is not limited to:

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[rainbowkisses31]

Posted by @elderordonez1

Chris Evans @chrisevans takes a selfie with a little fan dressed as Captain America while leaving GMA in New York this morning, really nice guy.

[allthingschrisevans]

Mr. Evans knows what he’s doing.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Down by the woods

Avengers Cast x Male Reader

Request - Can you make a avengers cast x male reader who's near 30 in age and is a great voice actor with amazing vocal skills his mcu role is Thor and sif son but his also voiced Thor and Loki in games and animated shows they find out when when someone ask him to do his thor and loki voice and the cast are shocked when he has a little conversation to himself using his thor and loki voice

You are on the set of the Avengers movie, you play the son of Thor and Sif named Woden Thorson. You are sitting in your chair and you're talking with Mark, Jaimie, and Scarlett. A few minutes later, Chris Evans, Robert, and Tom Hiddleston come out with the birthday cake. Everyone starts to sing happy birthday to you and you are speechless.

“No way” You smiled big.

“We didn't forget,” Scarlett said and she kissed your cheek.

You blow out the candles, everyone cheered and they start to hug you. The cast is taking pictures with you.

“How does it feel to be old?” Jamie teased.

“I’m not that old,” You said.

You and Robert cut the cake and everyone is starting to eat the cake. You took a picture with Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans as a joke, you tagged the opposite Chris on Instagram. The cast did write nice things about you on their social media and added happy birthday.

This is the second Marvel movie that you have been on. When you first met them, you were very shy then Robert helped you to feel comfortable.

You are doing a scene with Chris Hemsworth and Jaime and Tom.

----

You are feeling so excited because you are going to comic con with the cast. You will have to do a Q&A and take pictures with some fans and more. You are in your hotel room and you can't stop smiling, because you will wear a costume... You met with the others and they are in shock and some are giggling.

“What are you wearing?” Robert asked.

“I am Ash Ketchum from Pokémon and this is Pikachu” You smiled.

You are holding a plush Pikachu.

“Wow that is cute,” Jamie said.

You take a selfie with her and she posted the picture on Instagram. You are the only one with a costume.

Later, you and the cast do a Q&A, and people are liking the character you will play.

“Y/n, do you think Thor will be the fun dad and Sif a serious mom?” A fan asked.

You look at Chris and Jamie.

“Yeah, Thor will be the fun dad. He will try to discipline Woden but he would fail. Sif will be a serious mom, she would try to show that she will be a fun mom... Kinda off” You smiled.

You and the cast continue to answer questions and make the fans laugh. Later, you take pictures with some fans and did a few autographs.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You are on the Good America show with the cast doing an interview.

“Y/n, is it true that you play the voice of Thor and Loki?” Michael Strahan asked.

“Wait, you are playing Loki and Thor and not them?” Robert asked.

“I didn't know about this” Chris H. Said.

“Yes, I play both characters and I do change my voice. That's why they didn't know” You said.

“Can you do the voices now?” Tom Hiddleston asked.

“Oh, Y/n you should do the voices now,” Michael Strahan said.

“Okay, I will do the voices now,” You said.

You start to do the voice and a small scene...

Loki: Do you really think it's a good idea to go back to earth?

Thor: Yes, of course. People on earth love me, I'm very popular.

Loki: Let me rephrase that: Do you really think it's a good idea to bring ME back to earth?

“Oh my God. That was impressive, Y/n!” Scarlett smiled.

“Bravo, Y/n. You nailed each of our voices” Tom said.

“So you can do everyone’s character?” Chris H. Asked.

You nod “Yeah, I can do everyone's character”

Chris Hemsworth tried to mimic your voice but he failed. Everyone and including you laughed

“See, I can change my voice too” Chris Hemsworth laughed.

----

You are at the avengers movie premiere, you take pictures with the cast. The hosts ask you questions and you start to answer them. You mostly take pictures with Chris and Jamie and you stand in the middle.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Chris Evans - The View rant and Dodger Appreciation

Wow, do we have a lot to unpack...

So, let's start with his using of his left hand... for the love of God, what is with him needing to show that watch off?

He started the interview with it up, and at one point, you can see him purposely moving his sleeve to show the watch, WHEN HE REMEMBERED.

He also did it again towards the end... So, I'm going to ask...

What is the deal with that watch?!

Let's cool off for a second. I'll get to Chris' overall behavior after this, but can we PLEASE, fucking appreciate the bestest boy ever?!

Also, is that selfie old? I've never seen it before...

Dodger is the star of THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW!!! And you can't tell me otherwise 😆 He just looks so happy without a certain she-devil incarnate around 🤭☕

And we're back...

So, to start, he looked comfortable, and oddly normal. Like he didn't look like the crypt keeper (👸's words not mine 😆), and Dodger looked happy and healthy and is hanging around his dear old Dad...🥹 It actually made me melt, and get emotional.

But I noticed, when they congratulated him about his marriage, he took a beat before saying thank you. Like he was waiting for them to add something so that he'd be saying thank you for both, instead of one(I'm probably reading into it too much, huh?).

And when he started to talk about the Marvel movies, he cuts himself off to show Dodger! Not that I'm complaining, but kind of sus that he never finished what he was talking about. Again, I might be reading into it too much, but it caught my attention.

And my favorite part, other than Dodger ofcourse, is that in the mid point of the interview, he was so animated. And he looked and acted like old Chris! It was like he was the guy everyone thinks he is... And then he remembered his leftie, and old Chris was gone in a second...

Honestly, I'm just glad he didn't blow up the Fandom this time. But he might soon, considering the Albitch is still very much around...

So, I'll leave this on an ominous, sad, and then fun note!

I'm sorry, but whoever put "Paid Spokesperson for Jinx" should get a raise, because THAT IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PRICELESS 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And, FUCK YES!!! PAIN HUSTLERS IS GETTING PRAISE AND RECOGNITION, BITCHEZ!!!

[coltrainbat]

You’re Mine

Summary: Your FWB Chris Evans likes you more than you think.

Word Count: 2957 Pairing: Chris Evans X plussize!reader / curvy!reader

a/n: First time publishing my work! There’s more if you want it. I saw a gap in the market and wanted to fill it (no pun intended).

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

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, biting, praise kink, rough sex, orgasm, cum play, P in V, horny af!ChrisEvans, dom!Chris, squirting, Boston accent, cellulite, stretch marks

You lay in bed with your FWB of 3 months now, Chris Evans. For some reason now the whole experience was absolutely mortifying to you. You had a normal 9-5 and never thought moving to LA for an amazing work opportunity would lead you to become the anonymous girl who fucks a celebrity on the side. The whole thing was made worse by the fact you started to catch feelings. Your deluded-self lead you to believe you were the girl he was going to somehow ditch the playboy lifestyle for. But you reason that he didn’t exactly help the situation. For his cocky charming on-camera demeanour, Chris was rather reserved, he’d blush when you’d look at him for a little too long, he’d never rush off after one of your racy nights spent in either hotel rooms or his house, he brought you coffee more than once and knew your order by heart. He had depth, seemed genuinely interested when you went on and on about; your work and its inner complexities, your minor conflicts or misadventures in your day, the books you were reading or the artists you adored, your philosophy on life and your insistence that Rick and Morty is the most genius show ever.

But maybe he was just very clever about the way he operated.

Although you noticed how comfortable it got when your toothbrush lived at his sink, your favourite tea was stocked in the cupboard, tampons in the bathroom drawer, the keypad to his house became muscle memory and Dodger would wag his tail and race around your feet whenever you walked in.

And Chris noticed it to, a pair of your underwear in his laundry, a strand of hair on his sweater, the intoxicating scent of your perfume on his pillow. He’d chuckle to himself at the recent memory of you, inhaling the pillow with force.

At first, it was comical, this dirty secret you kept from everyone, family, best friends, roommates. You’d walk out of a club from a late night, a smug smirk on your face, after getting that routine call from Chris at 3am, growling on the phone for you to get your ass to his. You’d wish everyone a brief farewell and book an uber to his house.

The security who manned the fort into the gated community knew you by name now. Giving a terse smile as they held in a major Hollywood secret. You always thought about if whether there were other girls who’d come on other nights? What did they look like? Did security remember their names as well? They probably had a log titled “CHRIS EVANS FUCKBUDDIES” with all our names and numbers, maybe even a numbering as well, if one girl got too cocky and showed up unannounced so they knew “who to send away” or “Who to not let in if one was already in” you thought to yourself one night as you said hello through the rolled down backseat window.

Of course, this was all a theory in your head, to keep you grounded to the reality of the situation, you weren’t special, and he was using you just as much as you him for some good fun and a cool story to tell the grandkids. You kept it straight during the periods you weren’t together; you’d only ever come when he asked, he always texted or called first. Yet, he made it difficult with the sporadic Dodger video or a selfie of him on set. You rationalised he would do a mass message and they weren’t personal.

The anxiety built up as you played ping pong in your head with the idea of him. You grew tense under his touch, he forearms draped over your waist, supporting his weight with his other arm as he hovered to his side, slightly shadowing over you. He was tracing the outline of your lace bra, generously stretched by the sheer mass of your FF breasts, they were real but didn’t sit up perfectly without support like the fake ones do. They sagged lightly down your chest with a gap separating them down the middle, you hated how you had to push them together with endless supports to get them to be friends and show the truth effect of their mass.

His hands then trailed down to your stomach, using your protruding stretch marks as a road for his fingers. He dipped into the crevices of your rolls smoothing along your skin down the path to where your belly curved outwards like a protruding pregnant lady hanging just so lightly over your public bone so you could still see the tips of toes looking down. His hand gliding along your thigh, finger pads landing softly in the dimples of your cellulite.

You didn’t hate your body by any means taking any chance to show off your luscious curves in tight clothes. But you were often taken aback by Chris’s interest in it. Of course, you stalked him, read the gossip sites, knew his type, the ones you could crush in an instant if you put your weight on them. They all worked in the industry, talented singers, models, or actresses. You didn’t understand the months away on set or crazy schedules. You weren’t that but he wanted it anyways.

“What’s up sugar?” He said in his thick Boston accent, hoping to get a smile out of you. You never had a good poker face and the scowl on your face thinking of his exes was probably obvious. But what right did you have to get jealous or ask? With your budding feelings you didn’t see it a good idea to get into deep and end up heartbroken by an A-Lister. You patted the sheets next to you, looking lazily to your empty side, sighing in response “Oh nothing… was just thinking how many other girls get to sleep in this bed?” you trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

Chris looked shocked and when you looked up to his eyes you could see a little hurt behind them as his mouth curved into a hesitant smile,

C: “None actually.”

Y/N: “Oh really?” you feigned in a shocked manner.

C: “Yes, really… you’re the only one and frankly, I’m happy with that.” He responded in a matter-of-fact tone.

Y/N: “I don’t believe it.”

C: “What’s not to believe?”

Y/N: “Why don’t we take a look at your exes for one.”

C: “Haha fine… they were nothing like you I can tell you that much.”

Y/N: “But that’s the point, Chris, they are nothing like me, they look nothing like me!” The insecurity in your voice pinged. C: “Yes correct, and that’s why they’re my exes, the public ones at least”.

It set in, that this was a classic case of good enough to fuck but not skinny enough to show off publicly you heart broke a little at the thought. You didn’t feel like a good secret anymore.

C: “Every single one lacked what you have that’s why I’m in bed with you and not them and I can even tell you why.”

He took your phone, googling “Complete Chris Evans relationship history”

“God, I feel like such a douche typing that.” he chuckled handing you the phone.

He perched himself on the chair beside the bed, his bare chest on display, the tattoos on his pecks barely peeking out behind his crossed form arms, veins protruding down the length. His hairy legs cross over as he leans back, a smirk planted on his face.

You scrolled to number one,

Y/N: “Ok here, Jessica Alba, 6 years!! What happened there?”

C: “I was young, stupid, didn’t want to settle, she’s married now, I’m with you, case closed.”

Satisfied with that answer you moved onto the next one…

Y/N: “Minka Kelly, 6 years, broke up once.”

He scoffed at the mention,

C: “If it didn’t work the first time, it’s not gonna work the second time then it’s definitely not going to work a third time.”

You went on.

Y/N: “Christina Ricci?”

C: “One-night stand, shit happens, wouldn’t do that again too old.” He chuckled.

Y/N: “Jenny?”

C: “Mid-life crisis, next.”

You were becoming less sure about your womaniser theory as the realisation of Chris’ actions set in. Maybe you weren’t another girl? Maybe all this pushing away and distance done to protect your heart wasn’t the best way to go about finding out if someone likes you or not.

Y/N: “Hmmm ok but what about Alba?”

This one was the closest in dates to you and she was exactly your opposite.

With his elbow now resting on his knee and his hand to his mouth, he quickly made a flinging motion, “small fling didn’t trust her.”

“Ok well...” You didn’t get to finish before Chris rolled his eyes, ripping the phone out of your hand in a swift motion, tossing it across the bed.

He crawled towards you on the bed, pinning you to the mattress, trapping you in between his arms as his palms pressed into the bed, nuzzling his prickly, 2-day old shave against your neck.

Your gasp at the sudden action was quickly followed by a light giggle at the tickling sensation on your sensitive spot.

“All you gotta know is that right now and hopefully for a long time to come you’re the only girl I want in my bed.” He purred in your ear.

“Why’s that Evans?” You egged, needing all the reassurance you could get right now.

“Oh, you want to go fishing now do you? Alright fine let’s go fishing!” he challenged in a tone much louder than his soft whisper before you, you squealed as he grabbed your hands pinning them above your head. As he pecked your sensitive neck with wet kisses.

With every soft kiss on your neck, he’d follow with:

“You’re funny”

kiss

“You’re witty”

kiss

“So incredibly clever” he trailed

Kiss, kiss, kiss

“Fucking sexy”

A long suckle of your neck

“And these, omg god these fucking tits will be the death of me”

He moaned as he buried his head into the valley your breasts.

He trailed his kisses back up to your neck towards your mouth but stopping short pulling back to take in the sight of you. Your lips slightly agape, hair lying in a mess on the pillow, your pale chest flushed with redness from the sudden assault.

“And that smile, every time I catch it, I think I fall a little more in love with you.” Your heart skipped at the sudden confession.

His eyes fell darker as he looked down at your plump lips, placing a soft kiss that made your breath catch in your throat.

You quickly regained yourself as he pulled away, letting the silence of the moment sit between you two first, “I don’t think you’re too bad either Christopher.” you smirked.

He delved the kiss deeper, as his tongue tried to travel down your throat, savouring the taste of you.

He roughly grabbed your waist, trying to pull every inch of you closer to him. His knee went between your legs, spreading your thighs with his force. His hand snaked towards your core as he beckoned his fingers around your panties. You raised your ass to assist as he raced to slide your panties off your thick legs and gorgeous calves. He kissed from your big toe all the way to your inner thigh, taking his time as he sucked, nibbled, and licked at your fleshy skin, leaving red marks fading in your porcelain skin. You moaned at the heat from his mouth giving you goosebumps on your skin. His placed his long tongue flat onto your seeping heat. Clasping his mouth onto your thick lip, suckling on the thick flesh, savouring in your musty cunt.

He cooed between your thick thighs,

“This is my pussy and my pussy only baby.”

“Give daddy all your juices baby.”

You withered under his tough, trying to squirm under his forceful grasp at your thighs, forearms wrapping around your delicious thick ass barely managing to make his fingertips reach your inner thigh due to their mass.

He continued his assault on your sensitive core, but you yearned for his thick member, to feel his heartbeat through his cock pulsate inside of you. Never have you so badly wanted to feel the gush of creamy cum fill up your hole.

“Daddy… please... I need it.” you moaned, pulling at the root of his fluffy hair, stirring a muffled moan from him.

“Hmm what was that baby… you want your cock?”

Your. Cock.

He was all yours, he wanted you just as badly, knowing he had finally worked up the balls to go for the girl he’d always needed and wanted.

He had been such a coward before, he feared the stability that came from settling, unable to fathom that at his age he found his perfect woman – too good to be true but he couldn’t bare to push her away.

He stressed whenever she didn’t reply, anxiety that he fucked it and you’d want nothing to do with him.

He thought you were too good for this lifestyle, you deserved privacy and protection, a normal life, but God knows it’s a crime to deny anyone else from seeing someone that beautiful.

And now he’d have to share her with world, worry that they won’t see what he does and will tear you down to a shadow of yourself, or you have every man and his wife thirsting over her, guys younger than him, who don’t have grey specks in their beard and newspapers calling him the “Eternal Playboy”.

He hated that title, fuck does he worry that you would brush him aside feeling like he’d treat you any less than you’d deserve.

He was never going to let you for a second doubt that he wasn’t grateful to have you.

He grabbed his thick member in his hand, rubbing over the tip, not like he needed more lube your cunt was literally pouring, and he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

Rubbing his swollen tip against your wet entrance, he loved watching your squirm and squeal under his touch.

“Open your eyes baby, I want you to see me stretch out that tight, fat pussy.”

You popped your head up meeting eye to eye with Chris, his mouth on yours. He motioned his eyes between you two, his cock slowly moves between your folds.

The force of his head breaking against your walls. You’d fucked many times before, but you were still getting use to his sheer size. But when he bottomed up on your cervix it’s like his cock was made for you - filling every each, on your hole.

He spent a moment just stagnant inside of you, wanting to savour the heat of your cunt, the feeling of you beneath him, just his.

“Please Chris… daddy… fuck me I need it.”

“Yeah baby… does that kitty want daddy?” Without warning he started his vigorous thrusts.

The aggressive thrust caused you to move up and down the silk sheets, your moans getting jaggered. You managed to choke out a daddy here and then, but Chris was doing all the talking:

"Yeah, you like that cock baby? That’s your cock, all yours baby.” As he continued hitting your cervix.

His hand reached down, determined to make you cum, as his thumb whirled around your swollen clit.

He bowed his head, his mouth open, popping a nipple into his mouth as he bit the nib ever so slightly to cause a sudden jerk reaction. He sucked on your nipple and swirled his tongue around your big areolas. Loving the surface, he could cover with his tongue.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as the heat rose from your canal. Chris felt your walls tighten around him knowing you were close.

"You gonna squirt for me baby? Come on... come on your cock baby, only you can cum on daddy’s cock... God you’re so good for me baby. “

With the final verbal encouragement, Chris gave you all the praise you needed to release on his cock, knowing after this you will have to change the sheets. You soak through them pushing Chris out with the gust of liquid flowing out of you.

“God baby… we are gonna have to get you a squirt blanket.” He chuckled shoving his cock back in… he wasn’t done with you yet.

His thrusts became sloppy and less catered to you. His grip had tightened on your hips, snaking both his hands to grab the heavenly plump bounds that was your ass as his nails dug into the flesh. His eyes were shut and his face scrunched up, pink lips parted as he focuses on his orgasm. Enjoying the feeling your pussy gives you.

“Oh fuck!” he twitched inside of you. “Are you close daddy? hmm? ready to fill me up with my cock?” You egged on his impending orgasm impatient to feel him inside of you, he twitched more as you continued. “That’s its daddy… cum for me.” Chris twitched for the last time and exploded inside you, his seed filling your hole, you wanted to always have him in you. You loved this feeling. He collapsed on you relaxing his weight onto your curvy body. Enjoying the built-in pillows, he has now all to himself. Once you knew he was done you tried to move away from his tight grip. 

He muffled into your boobs “Don’t move… I want my kids in you.” You blushed at the thought.

 “I love you so fucking much.” he leaned up and kissed you.

“I love you too.” Finally letting you move.

[holylulusworld]

Puppy Birthday (2)

Summary: A few days later you meet Chris again.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, puppies, bad flirting skills, awkwardness, it’s Chris birthday, more dogs, general cuteness

A/N: I fell down the Chris Evans rabbit hole again...sue me...

Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics​

<< Part 1

When Chris Evans told you he wants to meet your dogs you didn’t think he meant it. You brushed it off, telling yourself he tried to be nice or wanted to prank you.

Boy, were you wrong. 

Right after the interview, he asked for your number. Again, you thought he only wants to be nice. You handed him your number, wished him well, and said your goodbyes.

You recalled the interview with Chris on your way back home, sighing dreamily as he was cool with you taking a few selfies with him. He smirks into the camera on one of the pics. On another he holds the freshly adopted puppy in his arms, smiling like a dork. And on the last one, he has his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

Fuck, you pray he didn’t hear the whimper leave your lips when he leaned closer to grin into the camera.

“Max, Charlie,” you call for your dogs three hours later, laughing as they jump at you, whining as you still smell like the puppies. “I know. Mommy cheated on you with younger dogs. But it wasn’t my fault. Chris Evans was there.”

Your dogs watch you talk about your day, the interview, and the puppies, as your phone starts ringing. “Just a minute, boys. I’ll get you your food. I—” you swallow thickly when Chris Evan’s name flashes up on your phone. You didn’t believe he gave you his real number.

“Hi,” you squeak into the phone, almost dropping it as Chris's deep voice fills your senses. “Mr. Evans, I—oh, okay. Chris. Hi. Oh, I already said that. What can I do for you? Is there a problem with the puppy?”

While your German shepherds creep a little closer to lie to your feet you try to not pass out. Chris Evans just asked if you want to meet up with him at a park for dogs.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll bring my dogs as promised,” shit, your voice is a little too high and your hands are sweaty. Will you bring Dodger and the puppy too?”

You cover the speak to squeal as Chris agreed to bring his dogs too. “Cool…that’s cool. I’m glad the puppy and Dodger get along well.”

You’re a panting mess when Chris ends the call. “OH FUCK! I got a dog date with Chris Evans. Wait—” you look down at your dogs, lifting a brow, “Is that a date? I mean, he wants to meet you, not see me again. Right? It’s just two pals meeting up with dogs at a park.”

Max scratches his back, unimpressed by the fact that he’ll meet Chris Evans and his dogs in a few days. Charlie, on the other hand, is nervously running around the living room, whining as he still didn’t get a treat.

“Aw, baby. Mommy is sorry,” you crouch down to ruffle Charlie’s fur. “You’ll get a treat right now, Charlie. I know you must’ve missed me. I’m sorry for taking so long today.”

“Y/N,” Chris pulls you into a bear hug, chuckling as you yelp at the sudden movement. Not that you would complain. He smells fucking good, and you already feel a little dizzy when he pulls away to look down at you. “Great you had time. Aw, and look at your boys.” He releases you from his embrace much too soon to crouch down and pat Max’s head. 

“That’s Max, he’s a little more relaxed around men. I found him at my friend’s animal shelter,” you explain as Chris looks at your other dog, Charlie. “Charlie is a little shy around men. He’s older and didn’t have an easy life.”

“Hey buddy,” Chris carefully approaches your German shepherd. His voice is softer when he shows Charlie the palm of his right hand. “Look, I got a treat for you, Charlie. You’re such a pretty boy, huh? You stole Y/N’s heart.”

“Be careful,” you gasp as Charlie sniffs at Chris’s hand. Your dog purrs before stealing the treat. “Oh, he likes you. You smell good—” clearing your throat you try to correct your poor choice of words, “to my dogs.”

“I smell like puppies and dog food,” he laughs as Dodger starts to nudge his side. “I know, Dodge. You’re jealous that I pay more attention to other dogs. Poor boy. You’re still my best buddy.” Chris ruffles Dodger’s fur. “Come on, Dodger. You know no one can take your place.”

“He’s so cute,” you crouch down next to Dodger to carefully pat his back. “His fur is soft, and damn it, he smells good too.”

“Did you hear that, Dodger?” Chris flashes you a smile, “We both smell good to her.”

“So…how did you name the puppy and why didn’t you bring him too?” you slowly get back up. You click your tongue, and your dogs immediately follow you toward the nearby bench. “Chris?”

“He’s a little sick. I need to pick up the little guy at a veterinarian’s practice later. She wants to check on him. I was worried sick last night,” he sits next to you, smiling as Dodger carefully approaches your German shepherds. “I hope he’s alright.”

“I bet he will recover in no time,” patting Chris's thigh you realize too late you just touched him again. “Uh—I mean, everything is going to be alright.”

“Hmm…” he nods thoughtfully while glancing at your hand on his thigh. Chris flashes you one of those heart-melting smiles, you know the one making your heart flutter or your panties drop, or both. “Do you like your job?”

“Yeah. I get to play with puppies, and interview stars, and can buy all the shiny things my dogs love,” you chuckle. “Most of the time I’m at my office or behind the camera. I was allowed to interview you as I’m good with dogs and know everything about you—crap.”

“If you know everything about me, you also know it’s my birthday in a few days,” you silently hum, still embarrassed you let just slip that you know everything about him. “I have no plans for my birthday. Maybe you’d like to join me and Dodger.”

“I,” your throat is suddenly too dry. You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat when Chris awkwardly glances at you. He flashes you a smile while fidgeting with his sunglasses. “I’d like that, but don’t you have friends and people wanting to spend the day with you?”

“I’m still in town for my promotion tour. I can’t leave now, can I?” he leans a little closer. “Plus, I need to make sure Cheetos is alright before I fly back home.”

“Cheetos,” you giggle now. “You named your puppy Cheetos.” He snickers as you can’t stop laughing. “Don’t get me wrong. It’s kinda cute.” 

“You know that I was joking, right,” before you can stop yourself, you punch his upper arm. “Ouch, Y/N.” He playfully smirks at you. “Now you owe me a cake for my birthday. You know that!”

“A cake, Mr. Evans?” no one would believe you that you fall into an easy conversation with Chris Evans. He’s one of the nicest and most laid-back guys you ever met. “I think I can do that.”

“Cool. It’s a date then.”

“A date,” you lick your lips, wondering if you will wake from this dream soon. “I hope you’ll bring Dodger too.”

A few days later, June 13th, Chris's birthday, …

“Hey, uh—here,” you look at the flowers in Chris’ left hand. He has the puppy he adopted pressed to his chest and stands in front of your apartment door. “I didn’t think you’ll cook for me.”

“Happy birthday,” awkwardly standing in your doorframe you look at the flowers. “You shouldn’t have brought me flowers. It’s your birthday.”

“It’s a date, right? I bring flowers to a date,” he looks over your shoulder, smirking as your dogs' dash toward the door to greet Dodger. “I guess your dogs like Dodger.” You finally realize you didn’t invite him in when your dogs try to push you aside to get to Dodger.

“Fuck, come in. I’m an awful host,” Chris laughs as he walks inside your home. He hands you the flowers while balancing the puppy in his free hand. “I hope you like chicken parmesan and jellybeans.”

“Jellybeans, huh?” you give him a wink, knowing about his weakness for jellybeans. “Which flavor.”

“I bought all flavors, Mr. Evans. It’s your birthday after all.” He chuckles, feeling his heart flutter as you playfully ruffle Dodger’s fur. “I got something for you too, pretty boy.”

“Oh, I’m pretty?” he smirks as you giggle nervously. “I’m honored, miss. Did you not see the silver streaks in my hair or beard? I’m not a boy anymore.”

“It’s kinda sexy,” shit, your brain doesn’t seem to work as a filter anymore. You just babble nonsense all the time you are around Chris. “I—shit. I meant you are still a very attractive man. That was even worse...”

Before you can embarrass yourself, even more, you guide Chris toward your small dining room. It’s more a table and three chairs you placed in the only free corner in your kitchen.

“Smells heavenly, Y/N. Thank you for cooking for me,” Chris smiles softly as there is a large bowl with jellybeans in the middle of your table. “Wait, what’s that?”

You carry a Boston Cream Pie toward the table. “It’s a birthday cake. A Boston Cream Pie, you know.”

“And you put candles inside,” he muses. “Dodger, I think we got no other choice but to take her with us.”

After having lunch and some pie with Chris, he asked you to go for a walk in the park again. He tricked you, though. Instead of going for a walk, he decided to visit your friend’s animal shelter again.

“Look at all of them,” your friend excitedly points at the puppies from the interview. "All of them are going to get a new home. Chris twittered about the puppies, and after the interview, people all over the country called to adopt one of the puppies.”

“Whoa, that’s great,” Chris smiles wildly.

“Some people asked about the other dogs, cats, and pets waiting for a new home too. I will check on every candidate to make sure it’s not just a hype,” your friend muses. “A few families came around. They are serious about adopting one of the other pets, though.”

“Aw, that’s so great,” you wrap Chris in a hug. “They all are going to have a nice home soon. I’m so glad. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, I did nothing. I only played with the puppies,” he nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply. “If you want to thank me, go on a date with me, without dogs this time.”

He flashes you a smile as you slowly lift your head. “I’d like that, Chris…”

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