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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

My halloween challenge is nearly over but before it is I’ve decided to give you all a chance to trick or treat! My masterlist is linked above with all the info on each fic but if you’re feeling brave you can pick them at random from here

Tricks

Just a Dream

Better Man

The Way I Loved You [Forget Me]

Trading One Heartbreak For Another

I Wish You’d Stay

My Boy

The Girl of My Best Friend

Trying To Get To You

Treats 

Lighters In The Air

He’ll Have To Go

Priscilla

Watermelon Sugar

Get Even

Why You Gotta Be Like That?

Title

Why Wait?

Anything Like Me

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Cute Chris evans fluff 💓

Hey my loves. I apologise for not writing in a while, my job and personal life haven’t been so great. But I will try to update as much as possible. Requests are open. Hope you all enjoy it :,)

Reblog+ liked if you enjoyed please!

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem! Reader

Warnings: none.

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Life isn’t easy. It never was. There are days where everything comes crashing down, there are days when you’re at your lowest, there are days when you’re in pain—so much pain that you decide to keep it yourself because no one would understand.

But the those days, those crashing down minutes, that pain eases when you’ve someone to share it with. A person who listens to all your doubts you’ve about yourself and never fails to remind you how those doubts are nothing but a slip of mind from your perfect self. A person who promises to stay by your side through thick and thin and they do indeed stand on the grounds of their words they uttered in complete sense.

And the sad truth is, not everyone finds their ‘someone’. Not everyone is blessed enough to find their person, though they do but not so easily. But you however, lied somewhere in between. Never having a luck in finding that person who wouldn’t leave you wo thing months when they come to realisation that you’re not perfect, when they realise that you’ve flaws and you’re not one of the plastic barbies like they imagines. Everyone left, eventually.

Except Chris.

That day when you were weeping in his arms after having a not so self warming moment, when you were doubting his decisions for choosing a normal girl over those glorious women. To say, that you, for the first time let those hurtful comment get through that tough skin you built over the years, he held you. He held you so tight and didn’t let go. Not even once.

Your tears were damping his navy blue shirt he wore, he cradled your crumbling body in his arms joining you on the floor. His cheek pressed on top of your head as you clutched the soft cotton material of his clothing in pain. Those words thrown at you pierced through your skin and he saw it. But in that moment of you crying, at your lowest and not the prettiest with ugly tears and broken heart, lost self esteem—he stayed by your side.

That moment of pain was your golden memory because that’s the moment when you realised how this one was different. Any other would’ve left not wanting to deal with a broken state person, in this date everyone is busy fixing themselves that they all want someone who doesn’t require touch ups. And no one realises, that we all are a little broken at the end of the day.

And for Chris finding you was his biggest victory. He’s one of those mentioned earlier who can’t find Love easily, given up on hope to find love was the state he was in when he found you. His heart accepted the fate of him might being alone for the rest of his life seeing his friends getting married and having kids already.

It felt as if god answered all his prayers when he found you. You were the person he missed all this time not knowing who it really was. Not everyone understood him, to the world he might be a handsome guy with no flaws whose heart was made of pure gold but inside those four walls of his house where he sits idle left to wander alone with his insecurities made him who he really was.

But the day when you decided to stay overnight within a heartbeat to take care of him all night long because of the burning fever that took over his body, putting cold cloth over his forehead to make the sickness go away—not caring how it might make you lose your job because of the day off, was the day he felt his heart whisper, ‘she’s the one buddy, we found her’.

He felt like crying, how could someone care for him so dearly? How could someone be with him aware of the imperfections he possessed? How could someone ever love him so much to the point where he was for the first time felt as if all his inner darkness doesn’t exists anymore. How could someone?

But the answers to those questions nestled within the questions itself. It simply, she loved him just like he loved her.

So when one Friday evening when he walks into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly made lasagna filling the air made his mouth water and his heart swell with the view of his love stirring the soup with a soft humming coming through her lips, he couldn’t t help but wrap his arms around your body. Frank Sinatra faintly playing on the record player he got from the vintage store.

His lips quickly coming in contact with the skin of your supple neck making you giggle as you put the wooden spatula on the tray to turn around to face him.

“Well hello there mister” you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck. His own lips turning up to give the most adorning smile you’ve ever seen, his eyes searched yours. Though he stayed quite enjoying the moment, he said a lot.

“Can I have this dance my love?”

“But honey the food-“ you couldn’t even finish your senetence when his arms snuck behind your from your side to turn off the stove and pull you to the middle of the kitchen.

He took your hand in his and placed the other on his shoulder making you giggle. You shook your head when he placed a soft delicate kiss on your nose making you scrunch before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, so close that if you look up at him you’re lips would touch his in a ever so light kiss. His chest pressed against yours as he swayed your bodies to the soft beat of the music resting his cheek on your head just like he did that night.

Closing your eyes you swayed along, where you rested your head against his chest. And you swore it felt as if you two were the only ones on this earth, it felt so heavenly. With his skin against your and your heartbeat synchronised nothing else mattered. He had his whole world in his arms and you were held by your world.

“I love you so much.” Chris whispered pulling away a little making you look up at him. His eyes sparkled with your sight staring at him with those eyes he lived so much, and a face of an angel.

His heart skipped a beat just by thinking how much he loved you and you loved him back just the same way, unconditionally.

“I love you too” you whispered before he leaned in and pressed his lips to your in a soft kiss, the kiss wasn’t rushed but slow. It was like as if you both were trying to make love through that kiss.

But it didn’t last forever as you wished, he pulled away after a minute or so making you whine slightly. His eyes stared into yours like if he was trying to find an answer of a question he was yet to ask. He brought your intertwined hands to his lips to peck the skin of your hand.

“Marry me?”

“Huh?”

“Marry me baby, I just want to you to be my forever, I want to grow old with you, have babies with you, die with you. I never thought I’d find someone who’ll love me more than I love myself and I swear everyday I wake up as the happiest man alive all because you’re in my life.” He whispered and you could see his eyes tearing up along yours. Though you’ve been together over an year and talked about marriage, this was completely out of the blue and a dream come true.

You stared at him with his tear dripping down your eyes as he slowly pulled away to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen and slowly gets on one knees, before he could even get comeplety down on his knee you pulled him up by cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips to his.

You could feel his warm tears falling on your cheeks mixing with yours and then making their way on your lips as one.

“Yes” you whispered against his lips and he waited no second in sliping that elegant on your finger before pulling in again for another kiss, first kiss as engaged lovers.

“I love you so goddamn much.”

“I love you more Chris”

He found his forever and so did you.

[itsallyscorner]

hey, im not sure if this is true so if it is can u pls confirm? i heard somewhere that chris evans supports the genocide in israel-palestine, like hes a zionist, so a load of ppl have stopped writing for him. do u k anything atm?❤💕(love ur writng regardless)

Hello darling! First off, thank you for reading my work💕 Second, I’m going to be so honest with you, I have no clue. I’ve been out of the loop with things regarding Chris. Idk why, I guess I got a bit bored with the lack of content and him always posting about ASP…but I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that rumor. Maybe try checking out/asking some of the gossip pages? Hope this helped a bit:)

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Chris and reader get into a fight and Chris just bends her over and pushes her face onto the counter or the bed wherever you’d like and he says hella nasty shit to her....it sounded better in my mind I’m nervous🥺

I love you whoever sent this request and I would love to hear what you guys think of this one ;) Give feedback here. Please reblog if you enjoyed !!!

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris evans

Warnings: 18+ smut,Unprotected sex, mentions of daddy kink, degradation, filthy talk.

“I’m telling you for the last time you are not going to that goddamn party” Chris shouts from behind following you in the bathroom where you stood in front of the big mirror. You rolled your eyes making eye contact with his blue orbs and washed your face, letting the cold water hit your face, calming your angry nerves down.

Going back and forth over the argument ignited because of a simple question you asked him, even though there was no need for you to get his permission in doing whatever you desired, you still did as a gesture of mutual respect.

“Can I go to Andrew’s party?”

And who would’ve thought that a simple question would lit up his jealousy like a Christmas tree. Chris had no problem with you hanging out with guys, the trust he had in you was far more than enough for him to go to bed with no fear of you cheating, but it’s the man he doesn’t trust. Andrew literally undresses you to bare nothing with his eyes, and you were well aware of that fact, but its your friends for whom you wanted to go.

“you know, you should really learn how to control your jealousy” you said looking back in the mirror staring in his eyes through the reflection where he stood at the door. His eyebrow lifted up in pure frustration and toned muscular arms crossed across his chest. The way his arms flexed, you swore he could’ve ripped the blue t-shirt in pieces and not to your surprise it turned you on.

Seeing him jealous and all flustered up gave you the heartbeat down there.

“One more time-“

“Oh also Chris, you’re not my dad” You added the little comment cutting him off. And the next thing you knew was him gripping your neck with his big hand. His hips pressed against yours as your held on the white marble counter of your bathroom. Lips ghosting over your ear, his hot breath hitting your earlobe making you shiver.

“watch that little mouth of yours doll” Chris said through gritted teeth, tilting your head to allow him more access to your now exposed skin of neck. The strap of your tank top slipping down your shoulder. His lips came in contact with the supple skin, suckling and nipping behind your ear and every part of your bare neck he could. He sucked on the skin roughly and kissed so wetly making your legs tumble.

“I’ve not even touched you yet baby girl.” He chuckled deeply as you cling onto his arms to balance your crumbling self. His scruffy, wet lips dragged all the way chin to the base of your throat as you gasped with the pleasure.

“D-don’t leave hickeys, I’ve to go to the party” you whimper biting your lips as you kept you eyes closed. With the words leaving your mouth, his now loosened grip on your throat tightening up as he brings your ear once again close to his lips, biting the lobe before whispering deeply in it. Making your soul shiver.

“Bold of you to assume you’ll be able to walk because baby, I’m gonna fuck you so hard that the only name you’re gonna remember is of daddy’s. Do I make myself clear?”

And you never nodded your head so fast like you did this time. His deep raspy voice pooling your panties with wetness, you were sure he could easily slide in because of how soaked he got you.

Before you could blink your eyes and catch your breath that you missed because of his tongue on the soft skin of your neck, you were placed on the cold marble shelf. Hissing with the chill contact of countertop with your warm bum which was now bare too with the friction of his hips against yours—slipping the panties aside.

“It’s time for me to show you who’s incharge princess.” And which that he pushed your legs aside with putting your feet on the counter so that the only thing exposed open, was your clothed sex which Chris immediately pushed aside, mentally thanking you for wearing the most delicate pair of undies. The bathroom scented with the aroma of your now, wide spread open pussy.

His mouth watering with the sight. Your chest rising ever so quickly as he got close to your throbbing pussy, nudging his nose in and taking a long breath in, savouring the scent of your sex. And his hand reaching up to grab your tit from under the tank top, eventually pushing the cotton material further up to scrunch over your chest.

He physically felt his cock getting hardest as it could be. And his hunger growing to get a taste of that pussy.

“Chris please.”

“What’s the princess?”

“Fuck just eat me out already” you groaned in annoyance as the lust bubbled up inside your belly with rising impatience. Your pulsing clit craved his tongue, and for it to flick it until you come undone.

“Behave dirty girl” he slapped the wet skin making you jump and grow impatient even more. Grabbing your tit with one hand you gave him those eyes that made his knees go week but not this time. He chuckled shaking his head before slapping your pussy one more time.

“What’s the word princess?”

“Please daddy”

Those words made his dick twitch and his muscular tongue was now on your pussy. He licked and flicked and suckled and nibbled savouring every taste of the sex. His tongue wide spreading, collecting all the juices and he sucked on your clit like a leech not letting go on the bundle of never.

Your hand gripping on his hair as a natural reflex but he was quick enough to grip them and hold them down tightly against your belly, pressuring it down, well aware how it brings you easily to the edge. His other hand, yes other hand. One hand is big enough to grip your both hands in place as the finger of his other hand slides in your opening with ease, just like you thought.

Lips and tongue never leaving your clit as he pumped in his finger eventually adding one more to the party. The sound his mouth made was filthy, but he couldn’t care less, slurping every drop your pussy dripped.

“So fucking tasty, and all mine. You understand doll. All fucking mine.” He groaned with confidence of knowing how every inches of your body was to be marked by his name.

“Shit I’m close daddy” you cried throwing your head back against the mirror, whining out loud soon after with the lost of contact of his warm tongue against your pussy. The building up orgasm dangled on the edge with frustration of needing to release.

“I don’t think you deserve to cum yet doll.”

“But-“

“Shhh-“ he hushed you pulling you to him and swiftly flipping over. You were bent down on the counter within a single breath, the coldness, now hitting your perched nipples as he pushed your head down against the shelf. He was rough, yet he made sure you were comfortable with what he was doing.

His hard cock, which he took out when he was flipping you over (man of speed, ik) now pressed against the cheeks of your butt and your hands held together by his other hand. Removing his palm from your cheek head, he pumped his hard shaft rubbing it against your cleanched pussy.

The glistening and soft skin was making it harder for him to control himself and not fuck you right away. But you deserved some teasing, he wanted to make sure you realise who’s got the tie in hand.

“Feel that baby, see how hard you make me.”

“Y-yes” you said ever so quietly with your eyes rolled back in your head feeling the warm rub of his tip against your lips.

The harsh contact of his palm against the cheek of your butt opened your eyes wide, and the jiggle of the cheeks aroused him more than ever.

“Yes what princess?”

“Yes daddy”

“Tell me what you want”

“You”

“Tell me what you want”

You hissed again with the another spank coming in contact with the plump skin of your arse. This all wasn’t pain, but pleasure. You loved when Chris took control, not that it was rare but you enjoyed it more.

“Your Cock daddy. I want you to fuck me with that cock” you said rather loudly with gritted teeth getting sexually frustrated and you felt his hand gripping your hair pulling your head up until you were facing the mirror. His eyes roared darkly at you and you could see the dripping lust with jealousy.

“I want you to see me, while I’m fucking you. Want you to fucking see who you belong to”

And with that you heard the groan of satisfaction as he slammed his dick in your tight pussy without giving you time to adjust to his thick shaft. The fatness of his cock filled you up with utter deliciousness as he rammed it inside you, thrusting the hardest he could again making sure he wasn’t hurting.

Your buttcheeks bounced with every hit as you stared as his face. He was looking down at the connect sexes hitting his lip, more like admiring the jiggle of your cheeks with beautiful hand prints decorating the skin. He’s an ass men after all.

“Fuck me harder daddy. I’m all yours. This is all yours” you praised him giving his a boost once he started to slow down probably getting tired of hitting his hard, his body pacing up with the same energy as he held your throat leaning over your back to push your face to him so that he could connect his lips to your. The first kiss of the night and man he could feel his cum at the tip.

The sweet salty taste of your juices lingered on his tongue as your played with his it. He pulled onto your lower lip mercilessly before pulling away, hand still holding onto your neck. His body jerking into yours making the filthiest noise of skins slapping together. His chest now sweaty and you felt the sweat dropping on your back but you couldn’t care less. Your own body was covered with the salty water as you moaned out loudly feeling yourself coming on the edge for the second time this time.

His cock twiched once more inside your walls as you clenched them tight to squeeze his dick bringing him closer to his own orgasm.

“You think you can give that cum you’ve been holding now baby huh? Think you can show me how filthy you are. Hmm?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder as he placed multiple kisses on your neck.

Neck kisses along with his harsh thrust was more than enough for you to cry out in pleasure as you suirted all over his cock, which he immidiately pulled out to let his cum shoot all over your round ass. The grey fuzzy carpet now drenched in pure nasty of your orgasms.

You let your body rest on the counter letting your hand devour the cold feeling against the hotness of your skin.

“Think you’re still gonna go?” Chris laughed as he wet a hand towel to wipe you clean.

“Hm yes” you smirked and then shrieked when he threw the towel on the ground with you over his shoulder and carried to bed.

“Looks like daddy needs to teach you one more lesson baby doll.”

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Amie {c.e}

Here is the fic I mentioned in the noon. I genuinely felt pain whilst writing this. And this is one of the writings that is very much close to me. I hope you enjoy it and if you do please reblog. Feedback is appreciated - Ria xx

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: this is just sad.

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Every little girl dream of that one dream that will be the highlight of her life. Walking down the aisle while the love of her life awaits. The dream to be finally loved without any conditions would come true and just like every other, the little girl in you dreamt the same.

So, you smile, a little running your hand over the fabric of your dress. Taking a look in the mirror you admired yourself. The anxiousness you felt was beyond compare than any you ever felt. Your heart thumping louder with every passing second as the time went by getting closer to the ceremony where the vows had to be exchanged, promises had to be made and two souls were to be tied together and forever.

You took a deep breath staring at your reflection in the big mirror. You eyes searched for the answers that only you seek until he appeared behind you. Hair brushed back, dressed in a black tuxedo with a smile adorning his face making you fall in love all over again.

Giving him a subtle smile, you turned around and fixed his tilted bow.

“You ready?” He asked as you shook your head with a slight laugh.

“Are YOU ready? You’re the one getting married, not me” You replied swallowing the words that cut through your throat. You rested your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat as rapidly as yours. The only difference was, his was beating with joy, happiness and excitement while yours beat with sorrow, sadness and the grieve of losing someone you loved so dearly.

“She won’t say no, would she?”

“No Chris, she loves you” he had no idea about the betrayal that he was facing unknowingly, where he thought his dear friend was happy for him, his decision, the woman he was about to get married to, lied the real truth of feelings far from his thinking. How could you be merry? How could you be rested peacefully knowing that the man you ever loved, who you ever felt yourself with, who held your hand and never left would now be someone else’s.

Though he never truly was yours, but deep in your heart lied a place where he nested warmly, as yours.

His face lightens up with those words that left past your lips, which made him happy but destroyed you completely. And oh lord how you wished you were the one waking beside him every morning seeing him smile for the rest of your life.

Jealously wasn’t what you felt. But pity. The feeling of pity was stronger than what one would call jealousy. You heart was pitying itself; it was pitying you. Why did you have to be the bigger person? If you told him the day he was crying in your arms, when his insecurities was feeding off him like a dementor, his heart clenching with the feeling of being unloved after seeing his friends getting married and having kids, that you loved him, and no not as a friend but more than that.

More than a friend could ever love, more than anyone could ever love him maybe that day you would’ve changed everything. Maybe it could’ve been you today to whom he would exchange his vows but no you didn’t. Not wanting to take advantage of his broken emotions you stayed quiet. Only whispered what he wanted to hear, not what you wanted to tell him.

And if you had the chance, you’d tell him, pouring your heart out how about you loved him. How every morning you’d wake up with a smile on your face just because how lucky you were to have him in your life, even though it was only as a friend. How if he gave you the chance, to hold his heart, close to you, you’d never leave. You would tell him how you would cradle his heart so gently that all his broken pieces would mend together and ease the pain.

But you didn’t, instead, you suggested he goes out with your friend, now who was soon to be his wife.

You smiled through pain looking down at your fingers at you seated in the front row. He asked if you’d stand with him but you denied. The pain would be unbearable, you needed to be there for yourself when you see it happening. Toying with the ring in your finger a tear dropped on the metal.

It was a gift from Chris which he got from Japan.

“This is to keep you safe. I cannot be there for you always physically so this will protect you. I love you way too much to lose you, ever” Were his words before he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. And your heart ached knowing how he didn’t mean it the way you wanted to.

Friends. You laughed at the word. Friends don’t do that. Maybe they do, but were you even his friend anymore?

Your heart dropped to pit of your stomach when you heart the music go on. They opened the gates making each of the guests turn their heads and gasp. She looked breathtaking, a perfect match for Chris. She matched his height, his personality, as if god made her just for him. But you couldn’t look at her for more than 5 seconds. Her beauty was suffocating you so you closed your eyes.

A thing you’d do as a kid to hide yourself from the world wasn’t actually hiding, but closing your eyes thinking no one could see you and you were safe. So, you shut them down. As tight as you could forgetting how hard it she making it for you to breath. But closing your eyes wouldn’t stop her from walking down the aisle now would it, and so she did.

You opened them to see Chris’s hand reaching out to take her hand from her father’s and you swore you wanted to run away. Why were you torturing yourself? Simply because you were his friend.

And time went on. Not stopping for anyone, no one and you couldn’t care. You wanted it to go, as fast as it could so you it wouldn’t feel as painful. But just before they could proceed further the and priest asked;

“If anyone has any objection from these two tying the knot of this pure relation then speak now or forever hold your silence”

You swore the time stopped and he looked at you. Chris. His eyes searching yours for an answer that maybe he wanted to. It seemed as if he wanted you to speak, wanted you to get up and confess your love that you’ve been holding for so long, and jesus you’ve never had the urge to do something so badly as you did now.

You wanted to scream and shout and cry with every inch of your body and every cell that made you who you are, you wanted to cuss him for being so blind for not seeing the love you had in the palm of your hand for him to take only to find it in someone else’. You wanted to yell how unfair it was that you were the one who held him through his dark days and you’re the one who made him smile when he forgot how to yet he decided to choose someone he’s known only for 6 months and not someone he’s known for three years.

You wanted to tell him how big of a douche he was for crying thinking no one ever loved him when you did. All this time. All along. Always.

But you didn’t.

Swallowing whatever was left in your mouth because it ran dry you gave him a nod. The same nod that you gave him when he was leaving to propose his love. The same nod that you gave him when he was about to tell her he loved her so much. The same nod that tells him he’s doing the right thing.

His eyes crinkled with the smile he passed you. Too blinded by the joy that overshadowed your miserable state he turned his attention to his bride satisfied by silence as an answer to the old man’s question. Or so he thought silence was the only answer when he couldn’t hear your cries and your pain.

And as the ceremony proceeded, you called it quits.

Picking up the remaining broken shattered pieces, ever so carefully making sure you don’t cut yourself too deep you left in the silence you came in.

But that’s what love is.

It’s not about picking the flower because you want it, it’s about letting it bloom because you love it.

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I already posted this but due to some issues it did not show up under tags so i am posting it again. Feedback and requests are accepted happily :)

Anonymous asked: Chris Evans where you guys have your first fight and you’ve been hurt before so you kind of tell him he can leave is he wants you’re used to being on your own but it really hurts his feelings hearing you say that. Happy ending please lol

Pairings: Fem! reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: age gap, reader is in her 20′s

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He chose this relationship. It was Chris’s who persuaded you, you were happy in your own life until one day you bump into the handsome man and ever since he’s been stuck to your hip like a kid. And not ever you minded it, instead you loved the feeling of someone showing you constant attention and warm feelings. You finally had the person who wasn’t cold and wasn’t temporary.

But it wasn’t fair of him to use those words.

“Chris I promise I was out with my friends and I was safe!” You explained yourself for the third time as you went in circles. Him asking you why didn’t you call once and you telling him because you didn’t feel the need to. Though you were in your mid 20’s, you’ve always been pretty mature for you age. Started working from a young age and today having a stable proper job you didn’t feel you owe anyone explanation of your actions.

Not here though, he was your partner. It was his right to know why his girlfriend was coming home so late and did not feel like replying to his call and texts. To none’s doubt, it was indeed very childish of you to do so. He was just scared of something bad happening to you, after all he loved you. Though he didn’t say it yet.

“Honey it’s not about you being with someone, I trust you with my whole heart. Im just saying you should’ve called or at least returned my calls” he said as calmly as he could. His voice clearly held annoyance but so did yours.

You told him you’ll be late so why was he acting like you didn’t know so. Surrounded by your co-workers it didn’t feel quite appropriate to you at least to return his calls. But did you not text? You did. His phone received it? No. Why? Because the wifi was off and it couldn’t deliver the iMessage and due to some glitch the text never went through.

“Chris I told you I was with friend-“

“Cut the crap now. It takes 2 minutes to dial my number and let me know where the fuck you were. You need to stop being so immature or I-“

“You what? Going to leave me? Go ahead chris. Just go like everyone else did. Just leave.” You sniffed wipingb the tears off your eyes walking past him as you made your way to your shared bedroom. He heard the faint closing of the bedroom followed by a loud sob.

His eyes softening as he closed his this blue orbs taking in what you just said. Did you really think he was going to leave you for a silly argument? Was his love too fragile to be overshadowed. His own eyes picked tears as he ran his hand over his face breathing out the anger which was replaced by emotions of sadness and utter care he had for you.

How could he just leave the best thing ever happened to him?

Opening the bedroom door he saw you sitting on the window sill. With slumped shoulders and legs pulled to chest you stared out in the dark night. The room was sound and your silent sobs was the only sound to be heard. His heart broke with the sight.

He walked over to where you seated and sat beside you. Rubbing your arm he kissed your head making you lift your head up so you could look at him. Your eyes were red and cheeks rosy. He didn’t look any good either. His eyes were tired and face held guilt.

“I would never leave you. Never in a million years. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me baby.” He whispered cupping your cheek bring your foreheads to meet together. His hot skin felt so good against your cold one. His thumb rubbing over your cheek soothing your outbursting emotions calming you down.

“I’m sorry. I-it’s just everyone left. You’re the only one who’s stayed for so long. I just got scared. I don’t want you to leave me either, ever.” You whispered pulling away bring the hand that held you face close to your lips—pecking the palm of his hand. His lips streching in a small smile as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear pulling you in for a kiss.

His lips pressing on yours ever so softly as he put his emotions in the gentle gesture. He wanted you to feel the words he hasn’t spoken yet. The feelings that he has been developing for you. But was ready to now. Ever since he laid his eyes on you he felt the warmth radiating his body signaling you’re the one. You felt like home.

“I love you. I love you so godamn much” he whispered still keeping his lips hovering yours as he rested his forehead once again against yours. His hands never leaving your face

“I love you too baby.” You let out a loud laugh following the words as you pulled him in again sealing the kiss of love.

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More hearts {c.e.}

Hii lovelies! This one is based off the two songs ;more hearts than mine by Ingrid Andress and match in the rain by Alec Benjamin. I’ve been thinking about this one for a while now so here it is. Let me know what you think lol sorry if this is shit, feedback is very much appreciated :)

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris Evans

Warning: Angst

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“I can’t do this anymore”

Those words didn’t amuse you when Chris said them with a heavy heart. Teary red eyes and tumbling words as he sat on the couch where you stood near the wooden window sill staring into the oblivious of falling rain. Though it was dark outside, you enjoyed the sound of pattering rain—where your boyfriend cried his own tears of sadness.

You felt numb for few seconds. Your mind fathomed what he uttered but it took a while for your heart to figure out that it was really happening. After 3 years of being together with each other through the thick and thin, sorrows and happiness it was time you go your way and he goes his. You’d still consider kind of him to break it to you in such a fragile way, making sure first that your heart is strong enough to endure the ache of your now—ending relationship.

Finally breaking in through the barrier of strong emotions, a tear rolled down your cheek as you quickly wiped it away with your palm crossing your hands over your chest. It hurt, it hurt more than you thought it’d when the love started fading away.

You could tell he tried, so did you. Every morning you’d wake up with a heavy chest knowing you have to go through the day with the person who’s heart stopped beating for you long ago. It wasn’t that he was cheating, but sometimes there isn’t a need of other person for one to fall out of love.

The kisses he placed on your forehead which once felt warm now were completely cold. He was pushing himself to save your dying relationship, but he couldn’t do it. There were two bodies in the house but only one present–each night you’d say I love you’s and turn away from each other to fall asleep. Well aware of the truth that neither of you meant what you said anymore, you’d let silent tears hit the soft pillow until the soreness of your eyes drifts you away in deep slumber of sleep.

He on the other side felt you slipping away through his fingers. The dead look in your eyes gave him the hint that the time was up, but he pretended you’re both still strong anyway. He wasn’t willing to believe that this was the end, he didn’t want to give up on the relation he has built you through tears and smiles over the years.

But his intuitions told him it’s too late. You were long gone.

Your heart crumbled every day with the screaming memories you created in the same house where you now lived with a heavy heart. The laughter and joy were nowhere to be found, he’d work in his office everyday to keep himself busy and you’d do the same. Reading, writing, doing anything that’d keep you off from feeling the everyday growing ache in your chest.

Watching him grow distant was the worst pain you ever went through.

However.

You’ll be fine, but how will you tell your mother? Who loved Chris very much like her own son. She falls in love faster than you, and the second you introduced Chris to your family she instantly wrapped her arms around his welcoming him with a warm heart to your strong family.

Every Christmas she’d send you homemade cookies and hand knitted sweaters but ever since you brought Chris home, she made sure to send one for him. And now won’t she be heartbroken? She’s not going to have one more to knit sweater for. Your mother always told you how Chris filled the spot she always craved for having a son—and now she’d watch him go away with you.

She’d wait patiently for your arrival with Chris’s favorite meal ready every time you visit her but now, not anymore.

“You complete our family son.” She smiled when Chris took the heavy pot of stew from her hand helping her set the table while you and your sister were out with your dad grabbing a few stuff for the house.

He volunteered that he’d stay and help your mother—loving her the same he loved his own mother.

“Thanks ma” he replied placing a kiss on her forehead. His heart swelling with the adoration he developed for you and your family and how not only he loved you unconditionally but those four members you called home.

And your dad. He always checked the car tires before you both hit the road, saying he just wanted to make sure that his daughter goes hime safely—lying not caring about Chris. But everyone knew he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Your dad loved Chris. He’d always go fishing with him and talk about sports and politics. Though he was proud of having two amazing girls, he wished he had a son to go fishing with, fix house with, whom he could go golfing with. And when you brought Chris home that Friday evening, you saw him smile. Unlike the fake one he gave your other boyfriends but the one that showed you how proud he was.

“So you like whiskey or rum?”

“I’d take whiskey sir”

“Call me dad” making your head turn from the couch where you sat watching television with your mother your eyes picked tears. Never he has welcomed a man so lovingly before. You knew it was real when you father loved him as if he was his own child.

Oh how could you break your old man’s heart? He’d pour you whiskey over ice and lie that he never liked him, but deep down you know he’d miss him too. He’d miss watching football with him, arguing over politics, fixing the deck.

He’d miss caring for his son that now he lost.

Last came your younger sister. Oh how she loved embarrassing Chris and having little snickering arguments with him. She’d disagree with him just to see him getting frustrated and then would laugh about it later. But never once he minded it. He cared for you sister just like he did for his.

For her too, he completed your little family with the craving of older brother. Though you never let anyone touch her, she always wondered what it’d be like to have a protective brother. And Chris never failed to annoy her either, he loved how her face would get all scrunched up as she’d get irritated like a typical teenager that she was and would huff and puff until he brings out the present he got for her.

“So you know I told you I like this guy at school right?” She said mouth full of fruits as she sits beside Chris on a Sunday morning telling her all the ‘gossips’ she’d say. And being a 39 year old man he’d listen to her babbling nothing like but as if he was a teenager himself.

“Yeah?”

“Well he asked me out” she smiled wiggling her eyebrows at him. Chris let out a laugh before ruffling her hair.

“Funny of someone to like you”

“Hey!!”

“Just kidding, tell him if he breaks your heart, I’ll beat the shit outta him” he raised his eyebrow winking at your sister before tossing a piece of cantaloupe from her bowl and popping in his mouth.

But who will bring her chocolates like last time when she’ll go through another heartbreak as a part of growing up? Who’ll teach her how to drive a motorcycle even though she’s quite young for that? Chris could’ve, but not anymore.

Closing your eyes your, you let your tears fall—not bothering to hold them back this time. You’ve been keeping your emotions locked up from a long time, maybe now it was the time you it go. Let go of the heaviness off your chest, it’s time to breath again.

You walked over to where he sat and gave his back a gentle rub.

Lifting his head from his head he looked in your eyes. For the first time in three months he saw emotions, he saw the fear and guilt and sorrow and pain you carried along you. The eyes which once were full of colours and spark now dead and dull. He was defeated. He couldn’t save you.

Running your fingers through his hair you let out a sniff, trying your best to pass him a broken smile.

“We’ll be fine” you whispered pulling him closer, without any hesitation he wrapped his arms around his waist hiding his head in your crook. His salty tears wetting your skin but you couldn’t care less as you rested your cheek on his back letting yours damp the cotton material of his t-shirt.

Chris was a man with the biggest heart. His kindness and generosity made even the most unworthy fall in love. How could they not. He was never selfish or greedy, or even thought of himself as “I”. Being a child amongst four he was taught to carry the family out of self love, as ‘we’. And to put those he loved, above all and the rest.

He gave you the happiness of your life, he made you smile when no one could. He came in your life bringing the light of joy and enlightened your dark space in heart—which felt it could never love again with radiating warmness. He gave your family the love no one could, he loved them selflessly just like he was taught.

Though he’d miss the warm stew and a mom who always sent hand knitted sweater, those Sunday morning golf games and a dad who’d lie how he never cared about him, the glimpse of a teenager’s life and a sister who loved to snicker around laughing at his blushed face but he won’t deny he’d miss you the most of all.

The woman who taught him the meaning of true love. The woman who stood with him through the rain storms and brightest sunshine. Who never doubted his will and everyday was the encouragement of being a better man. The lady who will always hold the only place of lover in his heart as long as it beats, he doubts he’d ever be able to place his heart in other’s hand like he placed it in yours without any second thought.

And today, he didn’t only break your heart.

But his and the hearts of other three that were once his family.

If we break up I’ll be fine,

But you’ll be breaking more hearts than mine.

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