#chris evans x tall!model!reader

[jamielea81]

Conversations

Bonus Chapter: Colorado

Description: Takes place a year and a half after the first bonus chapter Back to the Beginning. The reader and Chris are married with life changes ahead. Original description for the series Conversations: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Scott Evans

Warning: Slightly NSFW (18+ only!), cursing, talk of pregnancy, fluff, Grumpy and Sassy shenanigans. 

A/N: Look who finally wrote a bonus chapter for Conversations! This girl, right here! Just a little timestamp in the reader and Chris’ life. And of course we needed some Scott time. You do not have to read the series to read this one shot, but it doesn’t hurt. Reblogs, comments, asks, what have you, I enjoy. 

Italics are internal thoughts

**

“Honestly, love, it’s fine,” you spoke softly into the phone, trying your best to keep your voice even. The last thing you want is for him to feel worse than he already does.

“I don’t know…” Chris trailed off. “Usually, when women say the word fine, they really don’t mean, fine.”

“Such a guy,” you chuckle. “I promise, Scott and I are going to have a terrific time. He’s taking care of me and promised not to get us into any trouble.” You raise an eyebrow at your travel companion seated next to you in the hired car.

Chris laughed and then followed it up with a groan. “That does not make me feel better. Put me on speaker.”

You rolled your eyes but did as he asked or rather demanded. “Okay, you’re on speaker.”

“Scott, you better take care of my wife. She’s precious cargo. And she’s carrying precious cargo. So, it’s extra precious cargo.”

You laughed; hand automatically going to your stomach. You were four months along and just starting to show. Family and close friends knew the two of you were expecting your first child, but the tabloids had not caught wind. The two of you had been going back and forth on whether to let People Magazine do an exclusive cover shoot when baby Evans is born. The money earned from People would be donated to charity which was the only reason you were even considering it. Plus, the whole you two breaking the news rather than the public finding out when you weren’t ready. Chris wanted to be the one to introduce his child to the world rather than having paparazzi sneaking into your backyard to get a picture. You couldn’t argue with him there.

“Would you relax! You’re going to give yourself a coronary and then I’d have to take care of both precious cargos and you don’t want that.” Scott shouted.

I really hope the driver doesn’t recognize Scott.

You smacked his arm, taking the call off speaker and bringing it back to your ear. “Chris, we are both going to be just fine. The plane ride was as relaxing as any plane ride can be and we are almost to the hotel. Scott and I are going to pamper ourselves and eat lots of great food. Work is important and I completely understand.”

Chris got called back to Los Angeles for reshoots that he couldn’t get out of. He planned a couple of mini babymoons and this was going to be the first one. Because of your advanced age – insert eyeroll – your doctor had mentioned it may not be safe to travel a lot once you were six months along. Chris took this seriously and booked a trip to Colorado at a gorgeous snowy mountain resort. There wouldn’t be any skiing, just loads of alone time and cuddling by the fireplace. When Chris had to cancel, Scott stepped in and volunteered the cuddles.

“This is one of the many reasons I love you. I’m just disappointed our romantic getaway is now being shared with Scott. My brother,” he said, voice in mock disgust.

“It’s fine. Scott and I haven’t hung out just the two of us in forever.” Scott reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Alright, sweetheart. Have a great time and rest please.”

“You know I will. I love you, babe. Say hi to Pedro for me,” you said, smile evident in your voice.

“I will. Love you too.”

**

“Mr. and Mrs. Evans?” The check in clerk, Barbara according to her nametag asked.

“That’s right,” Scott chimed in, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Newlyweds.”

You forced a smile and bit the inside of your cheek so that you wouldn’t laugh.

“Congratulations!” she replied with a sweet smile on her face.

She tapped her chin with her index finger before going back to her keyboard. “Let’s see what I can do here,” Barbara replied, typing away on the computer in front of her. “We have you in a one-bedroom suite with a mountain view, but,” she paused for dramatic effect. “I’m moving the two of you to one of our honeymoon suites.”

Scott gasped and slapped his hand on the countertop. “That’s mighty nice of you,” he spoke in a fake southern accent.

Where did that come from?

“Me and the misses really appreciate it. Don’t we honey?” he asked, turning his attention back to you.

“My pleasure,” Barbara said before you could reply, laying two room keycards on the counter next to Scott’s hand.

You smiled brightly but kept your mouth closed, so afraid of letting a chuckle out or saying the wrong thing. Scott steered you away from the counter, placing a hand on your bottom.

Once you turned the corner to the bank of elevators, you yanked Scott’s hand off your behind.

“Newlyweds. Really?”

“It got us an upgrade, didn’t it dear?”

**

The first night you were fine. Scott kept you occupied with stories of the single life and the wonders of online dating. You weren’t sure how he did it. Or rather, how he didn’t. After he told you about the guy who wore Barney the dinosaur underwear in a child’s size husky, you laughed until you cried.

“But did you still sleep with him?” you asked wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“Sassy! Of course not. Barneeeeyyyy,” he drawled out.

Shrugging your shoulders, you got up to grab yourself a tissue from the bathroom. Coming back in the room, Scott was on his phone, fingers swiping feverously. You plopped down on the couch, tucking one leg under yourself.

“Here,” Scott said, handing you his phone. On screen was what you would refer to as tall, dark, and handsome.

“He’s hot,” you said, passing the phone back to him.

“Barney.”

“No,” you gasped.

Scott sighed before he started to laugh which got you going once again.

**

The second day you weren’t so fine. The two of you ordered breakfast in the suite. Pancakes dripping with syrup, crispy thick cut bacon, sausage links, a bowl of mixed fruit, and decaf coffee because Scott was in solidarity with you on your caffeine hiatus.

“Let’s go for a walk. There are tons of trails that the resort clears of snow. I need to work off this breakfast,” Scott said patting his stomach.

“You and me both,” you said, getting up to put on actual clothes instead of the pajamas you were still wearing.

“You are so lucky. Get to eat whatever you want and can just blame it on the baby.”

Stopping in your tracks, you turned around to face him, lower lip slightly wobbling. Since the minute you found out you were pregnant, you found it really hard to control your emotions. You knew Scott didn’t mean anything by the commit, but your brain couldn’t help itself.

“I have to work really hard to be healthy. It’s bad enough the doctor said I’m old.” A sob escapes your lips. The tears already starting to roll down your cheeks. “I can’t have any caffeine, can’t eat a lot of my favorite foods, have to cut back on my salt. My salt! You know fries are my jam. Doesn’t help that my husband is built like a fucking Greek God. I’m not a model or an actress. I already feel like Dodger’s poo compared to him.”

Scott was out of his seat before you could utter another word. Strong arm pulling you to his chest while one hand cradled your head.

“Stop that. You are fucking beautiful and frankly my bonehead brother is lucky you agreed to marry him. Do you even know how many times I have had to leave the room in the last two months when he starts talking about you growing his child inside you and that it turns him on?” Scott pulls away slightly an emulates puking.

“Stop,” you said, burying your head in his neck.

“Why is my neck wet, Sassy.”

“It’s snot,” you said with a chuckle, wrapping your arm around him and holding on tight.

“You two are meant for each other.”

After a minute he pulled away and grasped both of your hands. “I’m with you in any way you need. If you need a healthy eating buddy, I am your man. If you want to say ‘to hell with it’, I’ll pick up McDonalds for the two of us every day if you like.”

You wiped at your eyes and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I love you Grumpy.”

“Love you too,” he replied and then clapped his hands together. “So, are we napping or are we walking?”

“Walking,” you stated, making your way into the bedroom to finally get changed.

That evening, the two of you got dressed up and went to your dinner reservation at the hotel where you were addressed as Mr. and Mrs. Evans. Scott stuck to sparkling water even though you encouraged him to get an alcoholic beverage.

“I don’t need to drink to be the life of the party. You know that.”

He wasn’t wrong. He’d kept you entertained even without the raspberry liquor he force fed you years ago.

“I think we need a dance party when we get back to the room. For old time sakes. Before I am too big to shake it.”

“Done and done.”

The night ended in a bubble bath with both you and Scott in your swimsuits in an oversized soaking tub. Dozens of pictures were taken with many going to your husband. Rather than a text in return, he called.

“What is this? My brother movin’ in on my wife?”

“Babe! You know that it was me and Scott from the start,” you teased.

Chris chuckled. “You go away for a couple of days and it’s like that.”

“You know you are my one and only. Scott’s just making me smile.”

“I know baby. I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you said.

**

The next day you were weepy. As much as you tried to put on a happy face, you were missing Chris. Pregnancy hormones or not, Chris had been working a lot and you had barely seen each other. This romantic babymoon wasn’t what you had in mind. Yes, spending it with your best friend was great, but it wasn’t the same.

The fire place was roaring while Magic Mike was queued up on the flat screen. You and Scott were dressed in jeans and cable knit sweaters with fuzzy socks on your feet. The snow was coming down heavy which was fine with you since neither of you had any place to be.

Pop in hand, though you wouldn’t let Scott hear you call soda that, diet for you, regular for him, the only thing you were needing was Dodger’s wet nose on your stomach and Chris.

“You know, Chris can do that,” you said pointing at the screen where one of the dancers picked up an audience member like she weighed a pound.

“No. Stop. Do not ruin this movie for me. I do not need to picture what you and my brother do.”

“Scott, you do know where babies come from, right?”

“Gross.”

You chuckled, standing up to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Why you brought up Chris when you already cried twice this morning was beyond you. After using the bathroom, you cleaned up your face and stepped back into the living room of your suite.

Scott draped himself over the couch, phone in hand, eyes shifting between the screen of his phone and the TV.

“I think I’m going to take another bath. Need to relax a little bit.”

Scott looked up. “Not too hot.”

“Yes, dad,” you said, offering him a mock salute.

You kept the bath water warm, but added extra oils and bubbles to make it feel more luxurious. The lights were off but a few candles were lit and your phone played 90s R&B. You snapped a pic of your soapy legs and sent it to Chris. Within a few minutes you had a reply.

Chris: My brother better not be in there

Y/N: I’m all alone

Chris: We can’t have that

You heard the door open and you scolded yourself for not locking the door. This text conversation seemed to be heading into rated R territory. You did not need Scott to witness that.

“Scott,” you drawled out. “I’m not wearing my suit tonight. Get out of here.”

When you heard the distinct sound of a belt buckle, you turned around. Rather than Scott dropping his pants, it was Chris.

You gasped, mouth hanging open.

“Room for one more sweetheart?”

You nodded your head unable to form words but those tears had no trouble forming.

Chris continued to undress while you tried your best to compose yourself. He joined you a moment later slipping in behind you.

“How? I thought you were working.”

“I put in some long hours so that I could get to you. I was miserable without you.”

“I know that feeling,” you replied, leaning your head against his chest. Chris lightly rubbing your stomach before sliding his hands up to your breasts, fingers tips rubbing against your nipples. “Babe, did you lock the door?” you asked.

“Don’t worry, I got Scott another room.”

You reached your left hand behind you grabbing on to Chris’ head bringing his mouth to yours. Chris kissed you deeply, your back automatically arching at the taste of his tongue.

“Was he mad?” you asked.

“I don’t even care,” he replied, rubbing his nose against yours.

“Neither do I.”

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[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {44}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Heavy Angst

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

NOTE: **Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought. 

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Chapter 44:   Surrender 

-Vixen-

 “A divorce Vix, really?”

 You sighed and did your best to ignore her. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy especially now that she found out.

 “You can’t ignore me Vixen. I’m like your conscience, your voice of reason. I speak to that part of you that isn’t so withdrawn, the part that wants love, and connection. How do you think you’re going to get any of that by divorcing the man who wants to love you, the man who is trying to connect with you?”

 “Nex, let’s not,” you began opening your laptop.

 “No, we’re going to.” She came around and slammed it shut again. You gave her an exasperated look.

 “No, I’m not afraid of you. One why didn’t you tell me about this? Two, a divorce, is that really what you want? Have you thought about this?”

 You really didn’t want to do this. You were already barely hanging on.

 “Yes. I’m sure and I have thought about it. What else was I supposed to do Nex? We’re complete strangers. We live in two different worlds, there is no way anything can—this was the right call.”

“You’re full of shit. I know how you feel about him. I know how you’ve always felt about him. You can deny it all you want and ignore it and pretend that you have no feelings for him, but I know the truth. Why can’t you just let him in?”

 “I did that twice Nex! I let him in three years ago and he fucked me literally and broke my heart. Then three years later I did it again against my better judgment, against every single alarm inside my head. I did it and surprise, fucking surprise he fucked me again. I am done Nex, I am so fucking done!”

 “Both times you made the same fucking mistake. Both times you bit your tongue, you cut yourself off, you distanced yourself, you pulled a Heisman. Both times you were never all in,” Nexus accused.

 “For good fucking reason. Why would I be all in with a man who has shown me time and time again why he’s not trustworthy, who shows me how different we are, who shows me why I have these defenses why my freedom is the most paramount thing in the world?!”

 “Just say you’re scared and get it over with. You’re scared you’re so in love with him that he can do no wrong and have you fall out of love with him. Hell, you’ve been in love with him for three fucking years and still, you love him. he fucked you over again and you still love him.”

 “And I hate him for it!”

 Silence filled the room. There is was.

 “Vix, there is a thin line between love and hate. What you are forcing as hate could really be such a love that scares you.”

 “Nex, I am so drained. I have never been more drained in my life and that includes being pregnant, going to culinary school, and going through labor while I finish exams. I am tired.”

 “Then stop running. Yes he fucked up, twice, he should have told you, he should have never taken your choice away from you. I am not condoning it at all, but I understand.”

 “Of course you do. Why am I not surprised. You always understand everything he does.”

 “Because I choose to. You choose to shut it down, lock it away and never address it. You choose to hope it goes away, but Vix it won’t go away. It’s like a scab, it will keep itching and crusting unless you treat it. Face your fears baby sister, face them and grab them by the horns and take your happiness, take your life back. This isn’t living.”

 With your back to her, you stared out the window. You hated when she got this involved. The way you handled things it worked; it had been working. you couldn’t afford to go back to that woman from three years ago. Thankfully your phone rang distracting you from the conversation.

 “Hello? Hi Charmaine. No, you’re not interrupting anything. How can I help you?”

 You listened to her give you up to date information from Chris’ lawyers and every word she spoke made your heart beat faster and your mind race.

 “No, I’m here. Sorry. Um—so that means what exactly?” She spoke again and when she stopped you knew you should have said something but words failed you.

 “Thank you. I have to go.” You hung up and took several breaths.

 “Who is that?”

 “My divorce lawyer,” you informed.

 “Wow, you’re serious about this shit. Unbelievable. What did she say?”

 “Chris’ lawyers informed her that per Chris, he doesn’t want anything from me. Whatever I had three years ago and since he doesn’t want any of it.”

 “No shit!” You looked at her, she looked impatient as if she was sick and tired of you.

 “He also said that he won’t fight me for custody, he doesn’t want joint custody, he just wants access to her when he can in San Fran.”

 “Again, no shit. I’ve told you that he is not like that and you know he’s not like that. You know exactly who he is and always have. You saw the real him that night in Vegas, the him that you fell for and decided to be carefree with. He’s not an asshole Vix.”

 “She said that if I want half of what he has he will not contest it.”

 There was silence now, both of you letting that nugget sink in. He was giving you access to everything he owned, no fight. It showed a disregard for it like none of it mattered.  

 “Yep.” Nexus shook her head then sighed.

 “Look, Vix, you’re on the right path to being alone forever, the right path to just let the one man who actually is your equal, your potential match slip right through your hands. You are on the right path to not making sure that Ella’s relationship with him is not the best it can be, the right path of stealing such a happy family and future from her. So, if that is what you want then continue because the outcome is inevitable.”

 Once she said the words she walked out leaving you standing there shaking from the impact of what she said. You were going to fall apart; it was only a matter of time.  You already didn’t know if you’d made the right decision. You knew you sided with your fear instead of your heart and what made it worse was you felt completely incapable of taking a chance.

 Pushing the conversation with Nex away you focused on the tasks for the evening. You walked out of your office and looked out and down to the space below. The restaurant was coming together nicely. It was T minus four days before the grand opening and you were so close to the finish line you could see it.

“Amazing isn’t it?” Beside you, Kassius looked down at the view you were looking.

 “It is. I can’t believe that we’re getting so close.”

 “You worked hard for this Vixen. I can’t wait for it to pay off. This place looks incredible. You are going to blow minds on Saturday.”

 You smiled and felt the excitement bubbling within you. You sure hoped so. It would suck to put this much work, tears, and sweat into something and it be a horrible failure.

 “Don’t worry. This is what I do for a living. I take chances but only on things I’m sure about. I’m sure about you Vixen. You’ll see.” He patted your back then walked away. You took a deep breath and tried to knock it into your head that you were going to crush the opening.

 The rest of the evening you did your best to stay present and work with the crew that was left there. No job was too small for you, you chipped in and got your hands dirty. Nothing was beneath you. When you left that night you were pleasantly surprised to see that none of the paps were outside. For the first time in weeks, you took a deep breath and walked to your car. You thanked your security and drove down the near abandoned street.

 While finishing your errands at the pharmacy you saw the tabloid rack and scanned the covers. At least six of them were about you and Chris. This was still a big adjustment seeing your face plastered on tabloid magazines and having people so interested in everything about you. Over the last week, you’d scanned some of the gossip sights and had read some hurtful things that people were saying but also read some kind ones. It was a toss of the dice type of situation.

One of the covers had Chris’ face on it in the center, but there were several women circling him. The white headlines were all about his history with each of them. When you read the words, your interest piqued. “Chris Evans Married but quite the impressive list of mistresses over the years.” You couldn’t believe the nerve of these gossip magazines.

 “What if we were happily married and I saw this?”

 You bought the magazine and made it home to find Ella asleep and dinner in the microwave. After a shower, you sat down with a bottle of wine and ate in the dim light of the kitchen. You flipped through the article and saw pictures of him with the women. They were all beautiful, all sexy and all completely different. One of the two things they looked to have in common was the color of their hair. They were all brunette or brunettes with highlights. They all were also white. You knew that you were probably the only woman of color he’d associated with but to see his entire dating history laid out for you cemented it.

 For the next near hour, you sat there comparing yourself to these tall, slim, blue-eyed, actresses and models and tried not to feel any jealousy. He’d gotten around these last three years. While you were steering clear of the opposite sex, he was fucking his way through Hollywood. It made you think back to what he’d said the night at your house that he’d thought of you all these years and been in love with you. Looking at his little black book before you made you want to shout bullshit. You also tried not to be too critical on yourself for being so different from them or let your insecurities flare-up. You wondered why you and if you were some phase he had to work through.

 It took you almost two hours to realize the postal envelope across the kitchen. When you took it up you saw your name on it but no sender information. When you looked inside the envelope you froze for a few moments before you emptied out its contents onto the counter. Before you were items you hadn’t seen in years, items you’d almost forgotten about. Items you’d ran out of his house without.

 You slowly examined the items beginning with your golden anklet. You’d searched for it for weeks until you accepted you’d lost it somewhere in Vegas or LA. It was one of your favorite pieces of jewelry and you missed it. You then moved on to the lace bra and panties you were wearing the night you were at Chris’. You hesitated touching them, afraid somehow you’d be bombarded with memories. Finally, you took up the bra and smelled it, it still smelled like your perfume, a perfume you still wore every once in a while.

 “My god.”

 Your eyes landed on the golden ring on the counter. The last time you’d touched it was to slide it onto his finger. Suddenly you felt as if you’d run a marathon from your racing heart to your sweaty palms. You took up his wedding band and slowly examined it.

 “He’d held on to all of this, this whole time.”

 Your shock was evident. You couldn’t believe it and didn’t know why he still had any of this especially your underwear. You must have stood there staring at his ring for an hour or so. Everything from the last few months raced through your head, every conversation, every smile, touch, every quiet night together and every genuine moment. You began to wonder if he’d been truthful the whole time. Wondered if you had it in you to take that leap that was required.

 Walking over to your bag, you pulled your phone free and found his contact.

 MSG: 9-1-1. Cathy’s corner where we had tacos.

You shoved the items into a Ziploc bag, grabbed your bag and hurried out the door in your car without a thought to your attire. The drive was relatively quick because of the hour. The streets were mostly abandoned and the further you drove into Mulholland Drive the darker they got. When you pulled up to the spot where you sat with him a few weeks ago you stared out over the city lights. It was still a beautiful view. 

After a minute you worried that it was too little too late, worried that this was too far to come back from. You’d pushed too far.

 After a few more minutes, you saw bright headlights pull up the drive, then the car screeched to a halt beside yours at an angle that blocked your bumper. You watched as Chris jumped out his car wearing a men’s tank and dark sweatpants.

 “What’s the matter? Is it Ella? Is she okay? Are you hurt?” His words rushed out one after the other as he approached you. Once he was before you his eyes scanned your body. You then held up the items in front of his face.

 “Why did you hold on to these?”

 Chris’ expression changed from worry to confusion, then annoyance. “Vixen, are you kidding me? You text me 911. I'm running red lights, switching lanes, honking like a mad man thinking something was seriously wrong with you or Ella. You can't text 911 if it's not 911!”

 He sounded exasperated as he rubbed his forehead. Ignoring his rant you asked again.

“Why did you hold on to these? You could have thrown them out.”

 “I should have,” Chris dryly responded with little emotion on his face.

 “Yeah. So?” Chris didn’t speak for a few seconds. He then rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head.

 “I couldn't. I--I--,” he stuttered before he let out a loud groan while he ruffled his unkempt hair. With a grunt, he walked away from you before turning back to you once there was space between you.

 “What are we doing here? What do you want?”

 “Tell me why you couldn't,” you countered.

 “No. You tell me why I'm here. I've said everything I need to say. What do you want?”

 “Everything. It's my one fatal flaw. I want it all. I want the incredibly successful, fulfilling career that everyone envies, and I want the perfect, loving, sexy, guy who is head over heels in love with me and will give me everything I want. I want him to love me completely. I want him to never leave and have me be his only dream. I want my amazing little girl who is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to keep her happy and help her grow to be the best version of herself. I want happiness, peace, and joy. I want everything!”

 Chris scoffed and shook his head looking at you as if this was no surprise. “No surprise there. What does that have to do with me?”

 “My career is getting there. I am so close to getting what I want, so close to fulfilling my dreams there. My little girl is amazing, she was born amazing and she is happy and growing; or she was happy until she didn't get to see her daddy as much as she had been lately. Ironically, a daddy she'd lived without for years and now can't seem to forget him after only a few short months. She loves you so much and it makes my heart so full and warm. I want her to be happy again and the only way that can happen is if I find a way to be strong enough, a way to be brave to stand here and tell you that I've never felt nothing for you.”

 Your heart was racing a mile a minute and the fear you felt was real, but you also knew you couldn’t just stop there. Chris didn’t move, and his face gave nothing away. He was unreadable, you hated it. Guess it was your turn to suffer with it now.

 “Since we met even though I heavily drank and got drunker and drunker I felt things for you I'd never felt before. I was able to talk to you and open up to you in a way I only do with Nex. It was insane what we did getting married like that, but I know without a doubt I wanted it. That night at your house you hurt me but only because I thought we were on the same page I thought you felt what I did, and it turned out you didn't. Boston--of course it meant something,” you confessed. That was when Chris’ face glitched with emotion.

 “What?”

 It was do or die time, you thought.

 “I haven't been with anyone since you. No dates, no kissing, well except Zack but that meant nothing. There has been no one. I haven't let there be anyone and I tricked myself into believing it was because I didn't have the time or the energy but I didn't want to invest again or get my hopes up only to get hurt and the truth was I never got over you. I never fell out of love with you.”

 The way he stared at you was only making your heart pound harder and the butterflies flit through your stomach more. He still stood there not moving, not encouraging or discouraging your newfound candidness. Turning away you walked to your car and dug into your purse for the desired item then walked back to him. You held up the papers so he could see.

 “Thought you were going to file those. I signed them over a week ago.”

 “You did,” you answered before you ripped them once, then twice. You attempted a third, but it was tough. A small smile spread across his face before he walked closer to you. Still, he didn’t touch you.

 “Your mother said something to me in Boston, she said, "fate only brings us what is meant and letting something go and it coming back should not be let go again especially if it's what you want."

 He nodded his head as if he agreed. “Sounds like my mom.”

 “Smart woman. Fate brought you to me in Vegas, you let me go, fate said no and gave me Ella, then fate brought me to you, and I've tried to let go. I can't. I have to stop running.” Saying those words felt surreal. All the self-help books said acceptance was the first step then admittance, you just did both in the same breath.

 “Are you saying we're meant to be?” The curiosity and amusement on his face weren’t missed. You were relieved, you thought he’d be angry to see you after what you’d said.

 “Do you think we are?”

 Chris gazed deeply into your eyes and closed the remaining space between you, but still, he didn’t touch you. You wanted him to, but you’d wait.

“You're the only one meant for me. I love you Vixen, I always have, I always will.” Chris softly trailed the back of his hand across your cheek caressing it. A smile spread over your face as joy filled you. Chris looked scared, worried even.

 “I love you too, Chris. I always have and apparently no matter what idiotic plan you concoct, I always will.” 

 The two of you smiled the goofiest smiles ever then pressed your lips together in a sweet kiss. A kiss that increased in passion as the seconds ticked by. Before either of you got carried away, Chris pulled back and stared at you with a serious look on his face.

 “So no divorce?”

 “Nope. I’m so sorry. I ruined everything and hurt you. I hate that I hurt you, I hate that I said those things to you. My god Chris, I’m so sorry.”

 Chris didn’t speak, instead, he took the ripped papers that you still held and ripped them three more times before he flung them in the air. At that moment, the breeze picked up and blew them away scattering them around. The two of you stood there watching them drift in the night sky with sentimental smiles on your faces. 

 “Matter of fact,” Chris began. When you looked to him you were in time to see him drop down onto one knee. That was all it took for the tears to well in your eyes. Chris held onto your hands as he stared at you. You could see everything in his eyes and for the first time, you didn’t doubt any of what you saw.

 “Vixen Star Giovanni-Evans, the last time I did this I was drunk off my ass but even drunk me knew without a doubt that you were something to hold on to. The last three years have not been easy, and they have been quite unconventional. We've both grown so much and accomplished so much. I can say that I am a better man because of meeting you three years ago. I am a better man today. A man that is not only ready but begging for a second chance; a chance to love you properly; a chance to build a life with you, grow even more with you; a chance to be the man that loves you unconditionally; a chance to be the husband I've always envisioned myself, the father I've wanted to be. Will you spend the rest of your life with me, will you allow me to stand by your side and take care of you and show you every single day just what you mean to me? Will you be the mother of my six kids? Will you marry me—again--but for the last time.”

 You laugh throwing your head back and rejoicing in the feel of happiness, a happiness that you hadn’t felt in so long. You pulled him up to stand before you then pressed your forehead on his chest. You allowed your tears to fall freely unabashedly.

 “Are you sure?”

 Chris swiped the pad of his thumbs across your cheeks drying the tears as they fell. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life as I am sure that I want to be married to you until the day I die.”

 “Goddamn!”

 “Yes, but we may have to revisit six kids.”

 Chris smiled widely and shook his head dismissing the notion.

 “Nope. Six. One down, five to go.”

 Your laugh was loud, and you didn’t care. You kissed him again and again and again hoping that this was the beginning of making up for the time you’d been apart and the beginning of building a beautiful life together.

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once upon a time part 5

summary:your chris ex and you have a child with him but his doesn’t know

pairing: chris evans x reader dad!chris

warning:angst, fluff, maybe smut in future

chris ask you to come over to his house so you could met his girlfriend.you didn’t tell bella that her dad had a girlfriend. once arrived you knock on the door to be met by chris smiling.

“hi come in”

you and bella welcome yourself in when out of no where dodger start to lick bella. while the little one was giggling you heard heel clicking on the floor you look up to see a tall blonde coming towards you.

“ashley i would like you to met y/n and bella”

she shock your hand while giving you a slight nasty look.she then crouched down to the toddler height 

“you must be bella”

yes the little girl said while slightly tilting he head not sure who the women was.

“well im ashley and im in love with you dad”.she said while looking at you. chris requested that you start eating as soon as both of them turn their head you rolled you eyes.

you guided your daughter to the dinnig room. as you all sat down you could totally see ashley giving you a dirt look.one you where all done you went to the living room to talk to ashley while chris and bella played with dodger.

“so y/n what do you do”?

well im a interior design and i work at a flowershop on th- you were interupted by ashley telling you what she was. 

“im a model”

you nodded your head giving her a thin smile 

the scilence was interrupted by chris by chris walking in with a sleeping bella(that girl can sleep anywhere)

“i think it time for you to get this little one home”

you took her out of his arms.before you left you turn around you tried to break the tention between  you and ashley.

“it was nice meeting you”

all she could do was nod you know you weren’t going to like her.

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Human Safe Zone

Description: You’re being harassed at an event in NYC and a group of men help you. Prompt: “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” Pairing: Sebastian x Reader Length: ~2,3k Warnings: verbal abuse, sexual abuse threats

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You were at a networking event slash after party of yet another big event in New York City. By now you didn’t even know anymore why you got invited to these. Sure, you were in a few little roles in movies and more or less an Instagram model, but being at these parties always was different. You liked it but didn’t feel like you were worthy of being invited. At least you got used to celebrities being normal people with flaws by now and didn’t have to fangirl over everyone that sat or stood near you. Sadly, you also learned about how weird and sometimes disgusting privileged people were.

“Hey doll, can I buy you a drink?” a man you’ve never seen before but was clearly somehow part of the white, rich and disgusting club, approached you. “No thanks, I plan on leaving soon.” you gave a polite smile and looked straight forward again. “Want me to bring you home, darling?” And there was the disgusting part of white, rich and disgusting. “No, I’m meeting some friends after this,” you lied. In moments like this acting classes were the best decision in your life. “Are you here alone?” he started giving you a smirk that made you uncomfortable. “Listen. I’m really not interested. If you wanted to have a nice conversation you wouldn’t ask such creepy questions.” you said with a strong voice. “C’mon princess, no need to get angry.” he tried touching your shoulder and you shoved his hand away. “Aw, you didn’t even give me a chance to be nice to you, doll.” he chuckled. Creep. “Fuck off,” you said in a sharp tone. Now there were a few people slowly starting to notice this development. “C’mon doll, you just need someone to treat you right.” he got pushy. “Does my mood look like you’re doing that right now?” you answered. “No, but it will after I’m finished with you.” he grabbed your wrist.

“Stop touching me or I will start screaming.” you tried to get your hands back to yourself. “Shut up, little bitch.” he wanted to continue but two men were suddenly behind him now. “You heard her, dude. Leave her alone.” one of them said. Buff, tall, frowning at the man. Instead of leaving you alone he tried leaving with you and the two men became four. They were not having it and broke the stranger and you apart. There almost was a fight but the security of the party was there quickly and got the man outside with three of your protectors. The only words you heard from them were the words ‘abuse’ and ‘police’. You didn’t even notice who the group of protectors were and that you were crying. The shock had gotten to you by now and the only man left from the group that protected you came to you.

He was carefully hugging you in the most non-threatening way and you started sobbing. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go,” a voice that you were now recognizing whispered into your ear. “Th-thank you.” came out between sobs. He broke apart the hug a little and looked down on you. “Let’s get you into some fresh air.” His thumbs were wiping away your tears. By now you fully recognized that the person being so careful with you was Sebastian. You had one or two shared friends but you never really spoke to him at these events. You never spoke to many people at any of these events. You both sat down on the stairs in front of the building and you slowly calmed down from the crying. “You’re good at verbally defending yourself.” There was a soft smile forming on his face. “Y/N, right?” he asked and you nodded still a bit too paralyzed for words. His hand was on your back and definitely had a soothing effect on you. “Just breathe for a few minutes.” his voice came through again and you turned his suggestion into practice. With your eyes closed, you took deep breaths and calmed your body down further. Exhaustion slowly washed over you from all the adrenaline you had just experienced. You sleepily set down your head on his shoulder and weakly said, “I don’t wanna be alone right now.” “I’m here. I’ll keep you save. Promise.” his thumb caressed your upper arm.

"Excuse me, you're Miss Y/L/N, right?" a police officer was pulling you out off your heartbeat slowly stabilizing. "Yes," you answered. "I'll have to ask you some questions," he said taking out everything he'd need for that. He went through all the questions, took a picture of your arms where some light red marks were still left and then gave you a card with all the ways to contact the police department through. "Goodnight and stay safe, Miss Y/L/N." You turned around to lean on Seb again who had stayed there the whole time and rubbed your back when you got worked up. "Can you bring me home or something?" you mumbled. "Of course. Do you need to eat or drink something before tho? I'm sure that panic just did some stuff to you." he looked down at you. "I could go for some good pizza right now." you chuckled weakly and got a smile back.

"Seb, Y/N. Everything okay?" the man you now could identify as Chris was walking towards you with Anthony and Scott right behind him. You gave a weak nod while sitting up correctly again. “Let’s bring her home,” Seb said to his friends slowly standing up and got nods back before he and Chris helped you up. Surrounded by men keeping you save you walked block for block. You insisted on not driving since that made you feel unsafe right now. They started talking about the party about half a block in. “It wasn’t even a good party,” Scott muttered. “No flip cup game, not a good party.” Chris chimed in and got a laugh. “I wouldn’t even go to them if there weren’t some nice situations ever now and then,” Anthony added. “I just feel super out of place, to be honest. I’m not a celeb, I post pictures online and did a few side roles. I either get the weird people flirting with me or sometimes a decent girl talking to me.” you explained how this felt for you. “I’d consider you pretty close to celebrity level.” Seb looked down at you. “Nah, thanks. I’d like to keep my privacy how it is. I take only side roles on purpose.” you made a grimace. “You’re good though.” Anthony complimented you. “I guess.” you automatically shrugged your shoulders.

You were walking past the pizza place you always ordered takeout at. “Let’s all get pizzas and eat them at my place. Don’t wanna be alone tonight.” you were back to normal but still insanely exhausted and a bit shaky on your legs. “It’s on me!” Chris almost yelled and you sent a grateful smile his way. A margarita, a funghi, a BBQ and two New York style pizzas were in cartons and your hands a few minutes later and already lifted your mood. “How long is it from here?” Anthony asked. “A bit more than a block.” you smiled at him. “Torture.” was mumbled back with a sad face towards his pizza box. “Sooo…” Seb started and had your attention, “any new roles coming up?” “One. In a romcom. Just a few scenes but a fun character.” you smiled and already fished for your keys inside of your bra. Your slightly shaky hands took two tries to find the keyhole before you opened the door to the high rise building and then your actual apartment door. “Welcome, I haven’t cleaned in a few days. Hope you don’t mind,” you said throwing the keys to the side and went towards the kitchen to get plates. Not without throwing your fancy shoes across the floor. Once you came back the group of men had sat down on the couch and around the coffee table in the living room. You handed out plates, forks, and knives carefully before slowly opening your own pizza box. “Oh, someone is really hungry.” Anthony laughed at your hungry and desiring eyes at your food. “Shut up, I just burned through the pasta from noon because of that dumb asshole,” you said not offended but stern. “I love when you get shut down by girls.” Seb laughed at his friend. “Just wait till you are the victim.” his eyes narrowed and a giggle escaped both of them.

About halfway into the pizza, you could feel your body get back to normal again with the new energy it just got. And about three quarters in you were full and stood up to go to the kitchen and pack the pizza into the fridge. You heard someone come in behind you and turned around to see Sebastian. “Are you okay?” he asked coming to a hold right in front of you. “Tired, a bit unsafe, but yeah. I guess I’m good. Don’t know how that’s going to go when you’re all gone.” you nervously bit your lower lip. “If you want me to stay here, I wouldn’t mind.” his hands landed in his pant pockets. You nodded, “I’ll think about it.”

After another hour of funny conversations and distraction from the boys, the Evans siblings needed to go. “Need to be up early.” they stood up and went to the door and you came with them. “Thank you again.” you hugged them both. “You can always come to us when you feel unsafe, alright?” Chris rubbed your back before a final goodbye was interchanged and they were gone. You turned around again to see the two boys that were left bickering like little boys and a small smile started growing on your face. They reminded you of you and your best friend from high school. Always having a good time and just overall being a good team. Almost a bit intimidated to join and ruin the mood you sat down on your couch beside them. “You alright, babygirl?” Anthony asked in his usual funny way and you sent a small smile and a nod. You’d rather listen to them with your arms around your legs and your head on your knees. Anything keeping you from that weird lonely feeling creeping through your body. Being invaded like that really fucked with how vulnerable you were.

With a look at his watch, Anthony needed to leave a while later and you ended up alone with Seb. “You want me to stay?” his soft expression with his head dipping to the side made you smile. “Yeah, I’d like that. I feel very…” you tried to find words while playing with the seams on your clothes. “Exposed.” you heard him say and he took your hand that was playing with your clothing. “It’s...I don’t like it,” you looked down to escape his eyes. “It’s gonna get better with time, promise.” he now had both your hands in his and tried to look into your eyes. “Can we...maybe watch a movie? I don’t wanna sleep right now.” you were almost whispering. “Of course.” he said with a grin and chuckling, “What kind of movie?” “I have a new documentary about ancient stuff on my Netflix list.” you smiled at him before leaning past him to grab the remote on the table.

About halfway into the documentary exhaustion got you and you fell asleep cuddled up by his side. He continued watching but regularly looked down to check if you were still sleeping. There was a frown on your face and it definitely wasn’t relaxed sleep. That got very clear and obvious when you started moving in your dream, clearly reliving what had happened to you earlier. He gently shook you awake and your innocent eyes filled up with tears. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go,” he said pulling you as close as he could and capturing your whole body with his arms. “What if you wouldn’t have been there?” your small sounding voice said. “But we were. And even if we weren’t...you would’ve yelled loud enough for people to save you. Promise.” a soothing small kiss landed on your forehead. “You promise a lot of things.” you huffed trying to lighten your own mood. “Cause I know there always is a way.” he smiled at your head going up and corrected your hair. “Thank you.” your smile was genuine and open. “For what?” he mirrored the expression. “For being such a gentle soul.” you cuddled yourself closer to him again. There was a pleasant silence in the room, only the paused Netflix screen was still on. “You know...I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask this,” he interrupted the silence after a while, “but I always thought you were great and although this is the worst circumstances to get to know each other I’m still oddly grateful for it...you know, not in a weird way. I hope you get what I mean.” He was rambling and you looked up, “And?” “I’d really like to, um,” he scratched his neck, “go on a date with you...only if you want. This is probably incredibly bad timing and weird but...yeah.” A nervous lopsided smile and waiting eyes were confronting you. “Uh, I...yeah, I...I think I’d like that,” you said, not really knowing how to handle this situation. The only dates you ever went on were with strangers, all your past relationships formed from friendships, this was an odd in between. With a grin on his face, he pulled you closer into another hug again. “I promised, I won’t let you go.” he caused giggle from both sides. “Dork,” you whispered before slowly dozing off again.

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[luniellar]

One Night - Chris Evans X Reader (One Shot)

Summary: You are the president’s daughter and Chris is your Secret Service detail. You’ve always identified Chris as your enemy, but recently your heart has been beating in strange ways. But, have no fear! There is a perfectly normal explanation for this. You’ve been spending too much of your precious time with him duh.... uh... right? You have one night to find out.

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“I never heard him ask me anything like this. Shocked, I turned around and he was standing right there, maybe a foot apart from me. I smell the faint scent of his warm cologne that wore off from the long day. I looked up to meet his eyes naturally and I immediately had to turn away. The distance between us was uncomfortably close for me to think straight.

Okay, I might have developed a small crush on him. To be honest, I don’t even know if it was substantial enough to call a crush. I just told myself it was one of those things that happened when you spent too much time with one person for a long period of time. My last boyfriend was in undergrad and when my dad was sworn into office, we broke up. Since then, relationships were the last thing on my mind. I was studying for my Master’s degree and when I wasn’t studying, I was flying across the country and to other countries for events. In the midst of all of this, there’s been only one real consistency in my life. He was my Secret Service detail, Chris Evans.”

I pressed my ear against the wooden door and closed my eyes to focus. I was listening for the silence. Other than the faint hum of the air conditioner that seemed to be apparent wherever I went around here, there was no trace of footsteps on the other side. Slowly, I moved my hand on the cold metal doorknob and turned the handle. When the knob couldn’t turn anymore, I pulled the door closer to me with a sharp inhale. Crouching, I scooted over to the edge of the door and peeked out.

The coast was clear. I didn’t see anyone patrolling down the hallway. I let out an exhale as I pulled the door open all the way. My ponytail swayed from side to side from the sudden, quick movement. It was too early to let my hair down and celebrate yet. I stepped into the hallway and turned to quietly close the door. After I confirmed that the door was closed shut and no sounds were made in the process, I let out a sigh of relief.

“I have to say, you made it pretty far this time,” his deep voice echoed down the empty hallway.

I immediately turned towards the voice and a tall figure was standing there leaning against the wall. I swear I didn’t see him there before. Does this man just appear out of thin air?

He casually walked over to me and his familiar, but wildly brilliant blue eyes came into view. Frustrated, I stomped the ground with my right foot. Immature, I know. But to my defense, I did it out of habit and Chris always made fun of me for it.

“Why haven’t you gone home already?” I groaned.

“Ouch,” he muttered with a sly smile on his face. I knew that smile. It was his “I am always five steps ahead of you” smile.

“It’s a Saturday night,” he shrugged. “This is prime time for you party-goers.” He pressed his pointer finger on my forehead and gently pushed. It was playful, like “silly rabbit, Trix are for kids” kind of attitude, but enough to make me lose my balance for a second and I automatically stumbled back.

“Chris,” I put on my begging voice. “Please, just let me go out tonight.”

I noticed that his body stiffened like he would at meetings and his jaw clenching follower. He didn’t look upset, but I knew what his response was going to be before he spoke.

“The President isn’t going to be happy with that, Y/N.”

There it was. That was always his go-to answer for anything that he didn’t feel comfortable discussing. I used to hate that he would refer to my dad as the President as if that was supposed to make his comment any more substantial. After three years in the White House, I was immune to this and it only fueled my anger in our conversations.

“God, I hate you so much,” I muttered under my breath as I turned to grab the door handle to my room.

I didn't know why he would always think I was sneaking out to go to a party. I knew my dad wanted to run for a second term and I knew how much that meant to him. Does he think I’m some clueless child? I wasn’t going to jeopardize any of that. I just wanted to walk around the streets. Watch people my age on the streets doing normal people things. Was that too much to ask for?

“Wait,” Chris called.

I refused to turn around. I already decided that I was going to give him a cold shoulder tomorrow. “What?” I replied with my face towards the aged wooden door and my back facing him. “If you are going to give me a lecture about this, I don’t want to hear it.”

I heard him sigh. “Y/N, where do you want to go?”

I never heard him ask me anything like this. Shocked, I turned around and he was standing right there, maybe a foot apart from me. I smell the faint scent of his warm cologne that wore off from the long day. I looked up to meet his eyes naturally and I immediately had to turn away. The distance between us was uncomfortably close for me to think straight.

Okay, I might have developed a small crush on him. To be honest, I don’t even know if it was substantial enough to call a crush. I just told myself it was one of those things that happened when you spent too much time with one person for a long period of time. My last boyfriend was in undergrad and when my father was sworn into office, we broke up. Since then, relationships were the last thing on my mind. I was studying for my Master’s degree and when I wasn’t studying, I was flying across the country and to other countries for events. In the midst of all of this, there’s been only one real consistency in my life. He was my Secret Service detail, Chris Evans.

“Georgetown,” I answered.

“For?” He asked.

“I just wanted to walk around,” I answered honestly and he still looked confused.

“You’re just going to walk around Georgetown?”

I nodded. There was no use in lying to him, I learned that within months in the House. “I want to see what people do on weekend nights.”

There was a short pause as he tried to read my mind.

“Okay.”

And just like that he reached for his phone and dialed a number. I watched as he brought the phone to his face.

“This is Phoenix, I will be escorting Neo Night into Georgetown.”  

That was all I could catch until he started speaking gibberish. It wasn’t actually gibberish, every word was intentional but I called it that because I couldn’t understand it. He eventually got off his phone and tucked it into his suit pant pocket.

“Are you ready for your night out at Georgetown?” He smiled.

I know he was trying to be sarcastic, but I was genuinely excited.

The night sky was bright with a full moon shining down on us. It was brighter than the dim street lights and storefront signs. I was hoping to see little twinkling stars in the distance, but the full moon was too breathtakingly beautiful. It overwhelmed the tiny twinkling stars.

My hair swayed in the warm, summer breeze that blew occasionally. Maybe it was the air, but I was surprised to see that there wasn’t much humidity circling around. These nights were truly rare around here.

The streets were filled with cars honking with a motive to get by and eclectic groups laughing and shouting. Once in a while, a person from the group would get too close and Chris would react by instinctively maneuvering himself so I was protected. I wondered how we looked like to the groups. Two people walking side by side. I couldn’t help but smile.

We walked down the infamous “The Exorcist” stairs and made our way to the waterfront. The stairs weren’t possessed or anything even though Chris was convinced it was. This was the location where they filmed a scene from “The Exorcist” movie. There were people scattered throughout the park, but it was much more peaceful out here. I stopped by the ledge by the waters and held on to the rails. I felt Chris’ body tense next to me, ready to jump into action if needed.

“Relax,” I answered. “I’m not going to climb this.” From the corner of my eyes, I saw his shoulders relax. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah.” His answered sounded incomplete like he had more to say, but he didn’t finish.

I looked up at him and he was leaning against the rails with his back against the water. Our arms touched. It was different seeing him not fully suited up like this. Before we got out, he pulled his tie off in the car and threw his black jacket in the back seat. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on his white shirt. Now he looked like a model for a yacht ad.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling. I had a grin plastered across my face since we stepped from the car and walked around the streets.

“You’re welcome,” he answered and our eyes met. I swear I felt my heart skip a bit. I quickly looked away, feeling my face growing hotter. It’s okay, I could explain everything. I’m in a great mood right now and I’m just having an endorphin overload.

I turned my eyes back on the water where the full moon reflected on it. I didn’t know what else we could talk about that didn’t require eye contact.

“So, how are you holding up?” He asked.

I didn’t realize what “domestic” conversations were like with Chris. We were always bickering 90% of the time we spent together and the remaining 10% was regular conversations about our day and classes from time to time.

“I’m okay,” I replied, keeping my eyes fixed on the reflection of the moon on the water. “I’m just dreaming about the next time I can do something like this again.”

“Not something you want to hear, but your father’s re-election looks promising for a chance like this to come again,” he replied. I’ve never heard him call the President my father before. I had to fight the urge to look at him because I wanted to read his face.

“But, you can always sneak me out like this, right?” I asked. I don’t know what response I was looking for when I asked him this.

I heard him chuckle next to me. “I can try.”

As much as I hated his guts sometimes, I heard the genuine tone in his voice and I appreciated his presence right now. I think I always enjoyed having him around, but I was just too afraid to admit it. Tonight was the perfect night and I knew I would never know if I didn’t try.

“Chris?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I turned to look at him. When we locked eyes, my heart raced again. Under the moonlight, his strong features stood out even more. I felt like my stomach was doing flips on its own.

“I’m going to try something.”

His eyebrows narrowed and he stood back up straight and alert, facing me. My eyes moved from his eyes, down to his nose, and lastly, his lips. Before he could answer, I closed my eyes tight and tip-toed up. As I leaned in, our lips met. His groomed beard grazed against my skin and my lips pressed against his. After two seconds and him not pulling away, I pulled away, covered my lips with both hands, and turned around from him.

My heart was crazily thumping in my ears. I finally opened my eyes and saw the rest of the park stretched in front of me. I didn’t even know if Chris was still behind me, but I wanted to disappear.  I was too embarrassed to look back. I just had to do it.

Before I could process anything else, I felt a hand on my shoulder as it turned me. I swung back towards Chris and in one motion, he leaned down and took my lips into his. The kiss started off simple, my lip against his lip. Then, the fire ignited. His lips opened and mine followed. We softly tasted each other as his tongue touched mine and the kiss quickly picked up as we were both trying to show who was ready to devour the other. I held the sides of his neck as he pulled me closer with his arms around my waist. We were both struggling to breathe when we pulled away.

Realizing that my kiss was just reciprocated, I was speechless, in love, and dumbfounded. But, Chris already knew that. My blushing face said it all.

“Uh,” I blurted.

“You don’t know how long I wanted to do that,” he whispered as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

I felt the smile grow on my face. “Three years?”

“It was more like two years? It wasn’t kissing level attraction during the first year,” he corrected.

I rolled my eyes at him and playfully tugged at his earlobe. My fingers grazed the hair behind his ear. “Uh-huh, and I’ve only wanted to do it a few months ago.”

“Are you sure about that?” He asked as he moved a hand on my neck and used his thumb to trace my open skin. I closed my eyes as a reflex and he laughed. The crisp wind carried the sound around us.  I wanted this moment to stay like this forever.

“I don’t want to go back,” I whispered. “Can’t we just run away?”

His smile faded. “No.”

I knew that was going to be his answer, he was always too objective. I just wanted a little white lie. “Right,” I said, stepping back. His arms still wrapped around my waist.

“But, we will be together.”

“My dad has one year left and re-election is only a possibility, not guaranteed.”

Chris smiled, softly caressing my face. I felt grounded again. I heard my heartbeat match his. His warm hands felt nice against my cool skin. “Yes, the President will continue being the President for a year. But, I will protect you as your Secret Service detail as long as my duty requires and then I will continue protecting you as your,” he paused, searching for the appropriate word.

“As my boyfriend, first. We can talk about your promotion when the time comes,” I finished.

He sighed in defeat. “And to think this big head of yours is one of the reasons why you are so attractive to me.”

The corner is his lips lifted in a sly way and I clutched his shirt collar. “Do you think we can have just a few extra minutes in the car before we head back?”

“For?”

“The night is too perfect to end it with a kiss,” I spoke in code with a smile on my face.

“And you want to end this memorable night in a car?” Right after he finished his sentence, he looked at me with a funny look that made me laugh out loud.

“What am I supposed to do with you, Y/N. Come on,” he continued with his smile pasted across his face. I knew he was even more excited than me about this.

“For your information, this is only happening because once we get back-”

He cut me off. “Uh-huh, I accept your invite for sex?”

I immediately looked around to see if anyone just happened to pass by as he uttered the S word. “Oh my gosh! Chris!!” I exclaimed.

He reached for my hand and held it tightly. Then, he pulled me along as we took our steps in concert towards the parking lot. The uneven red-toned brick steps flashed beneath us as we raced to an unplanned, but promising future that held our blossoming love.

[aglarelen]

The Frat Boy Lumberjack Universe

And without warning...Here’s Frat Boy Lumberjack!Chris Fic!!!

This is the first story from a universe inspired by @sfreeborn in this post, and thus, the Frat Boy Lumberjack Universe was born. I started with a small tiny idea, until my over active, wordy ass imagination got a hold of it and it has spawned multiple story ideas. Most of which, like this one, are inspired by “Desperado” by The Eagles. Hopefully, I’ll get to write them in some way or another, but until then, enjoy this offering. I hope y’all like it.

Comments are appreciated, but as  Erykah Badu said, “I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit.”

One Important Note: I did use a real Fraternity name, although the characterizations are fictional. It’s tough to research and create a fictitious fraternity, so I named it and based it on high school friends who joined and guys I knew in college from various houses. I mean no offense to any member of the real fraternity, past or present and get nothing from this but the comments of my readers. It was simply the easiest thing to do so that I wouldn’t get stuck in the research and never finish the story.   

Word Count: 3518 (This should be a warning in and of itself. 😄 I’m a wordy bitch at times.)

College/Frat Boy AU, fluffy stuff

Including: Frat Boy!Chris Evans x OFC, mention of Frat Boy!Sebastian Stan x 2nd OFC, btw Thomas “T” Easley amazingly looks just like Tom Hardy lol

In Three Quarter Time

“Don’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds boy, she’ll beat you if she’s able. You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet.” - The Eagles “Desperado”

Elloree was in the mood for a beer, but not a frat party. Her roommate, and best friend, Daniella was dragging her out anyway. It was a stroke of luck that Elle had been assigned Dani as a roommate freshman year. The two young women got along well, becoming fast friends, although their tastes could be quite different. Dani was beautiful, a social butterfly with a romantic attention span to match. She flitted from one boy to the next, never promising anything to anyone, beyond tonight. Her weakness for frat boys drew them to the party that evening.

Dani’s current crush was a brother at Tau Kappa Epsilon, TKE. The Tekes were hosting and it was the only reason that Elle hadn’t refused to go outright. She was well acquainted with many of the guys. Their president, Tom, had adopted her as a little sister during the first football game her freshman year. A particularly angry fellow had taken offense at her penchant for jumping to her feet. The commotion attracted attention. He got indignant and disrespectful. The Tekes got aggravated and protective. She had been sitting with them ever since, the only female allowed, because she could be just as rowdy as they were. Two weeks later, T introduced her to a pledge named Chris.

They spent the rest of the game talking, flirting, and bonding over their shared love of football. The problem came later that night, in the form of a sorority girl named Bethany. Bethany was the very model of the negative sorority stereotypes with a sense of entitlement that entered the room before she did. A tall, thin brunette with a short skirt and long legs, she laid claim to Chris, on the idea that Sisters got dibs on pledges. Chris had been distracted by the fancy, shiny new toy in the room before Elle even arrived. She couldn’t blame him, Bethany made it too easy. She made it her mission to get and keep Chris, flaunting it in Elle’s face every chance she got.

The only bright spot was that Bethany was not allowed at football games. Brothers could sit with their girlfriends separately, but pledges were required to sit with the group as a bonding activity. This guaranteed Elle time with Chris and they became close friends. Fall slowly faded toward winter and the weather got colder. Like many of his brothers, he grew a beard, and it aged him. He went from a fresh faced boy to a super sexy man. She loved his aesthetic, equal parts ball caps and plaid shirts, keg parties and Carhartt, and called him “frat boy lumberjack.”

Elle was falling harder than ever, but the new look seemed to annoy Bethany. Elle noticed how Bethany’s perfectly made up face would screw into a look of disgust when Chris kissed her cheek. She continued to mention he should shave, despite his protests. Many times Elle would come in from class grumbling about how she had seen the couple at lunch, Chris fawning over her and Bethany nitpicking him. The only time Bethany seemed to really enjoy Chris was when they were drunk and all over each other.

When spring semester ended, she was glad. Heading home for the summer was just what she needed, family, friends and no Chris. Out of sight, out of mind, she thought. She was wrong. Soon she began to see him in the people she passed on the street, or the guys in the food court at the mall. His face invaded her dreams and it was driving her mad. By the time fall semester rolled around, she was done. Her feelings were drowned out by annoyance and she tried her best to avoid him. Most days it wasn’t too tough, but game days it became a chore.

The first home game, Elle returned to the fifty yard line seats with the Tekes. Although, she avoided Chris, sitting next to T, who had become like family. She tried to ignore him, but wondered why he was still sitting with the group. No longer a pledge, he was free to sit with Bethany. Elle was annoyed. Added to the smiles he flashed as he passed her on campus, it seemed that he was purposely trying to get under her skin. It was the reason she wasn’t in the mood to party, but tagged along for Dani’s sake. She was needed in order to make the appropriate introduction between Dani and the object of her affection.

Arriving at the party, Elle quickly scanned the crowd, and saw no sign of Chris or Bethany. Relief washed over her as she lead Dani through the familiar house to the kitchen. There she found Mack, the Gatekeeper and one third of the Musketeers, as she called Chris’ buddies. Knowing her well, he handed her a Stella with a wink and smiled. She returned the smile and tapped her bottle to his as she turned to Dani.

“So, have you caught sight of your prey,” she asked and took a swig of beer.

Dani was leaning on the counter, peering from the pass through into the crowd of revelers, “Not yet.”

Elle laughed, “Could you give me an idea of what he looks like?”

“Hot guy, blue eyes,” she said waving her hand as if this should be all Elle needed, “When I saw him he was wearing a TKE shirt.”

“You know who you just described,” Elle rolled her eyes and took another drink.

Dani turned suddenly, “Sorry, I couldn’t see his hair color. He had a cap on and disappeared into the science building before I could catch up.”

“Okay, just let me know if you see him,” she sighed, “or him.”

“I’ll warn you,” Dani smiled, knowing which him she was referring to.

“Elle,” the loud voice drew her attention. Tom was across the kitchen in two strides, wrapping her in his large arms, “I’m glad you came.” Releasing her, T stood between the two women and draped his arms gently over their shoulders, “What are we doing, ladies?”

Elle chuckled, “Looking for a man.”

“I thought you only had eyes for our boy,” T teased.

“For Dani,” she rolled her eyes, “She saw a hot guy the other day in a teke shirt. Wants me to introduce her.”

“There he is,” Dani exclaimed, “Grey shirt, black jeans.”

T saw him first and called out, “Seb,” motioning for the man to join them. The man’s face lit up when he saw Elle and quickly made his way through the crowd. T kissed each woman on the head, “Be good ladies,” and left the room.

The man in the grey shirt appeared in the doorway and greeted Elle, “Itty bitty.” She rolled her eyes at the nickname and chuckled.

“Sebastian,” she indicated the woman next to her, “This is my roommate Daniella.” Turning to Dani, she reversed the introduction, “Dani, Sebastian.” Dani extended her hand to shake Sebastian’s, but he took it and lifted it to his mouth for a kiss, without breaking eye contact.

Elle rolled her eyes again, “Okay, my work is done. I’ll be out in the swing.” Taking her beer, she walked out the back door and over to the swing. Sitting down on one end, she pushed slowly with her toes. She watched Dani and Seb through the kitchen window as they laughed. Knowing Dani’s ways, Elle hoped that Seb wouldn’t be mad at her. Last year Seb had dated a sorority girl for four months and Elle had seen how hard he’d taken the break up. He moped around for weeks. It was good to see him happy again, but how long would that last if Dani jumped to another guy tomorrow.

Elle’s eyes drifted up as she thought. Before she realized it, she was staring at Seb and Chris’s darkened window. He must be out with Bethany, she thought, grumbling. As long as they didn’t show up at the party, she’d be fine. Hoping for the best, she leaned back and looked up at the sky. The slow movement of the swing helped to relax her and her eyes closed as she drifted. She never even noticed the figure approaching from the house.

Chris made his way downstairs looking for a beer. He’d been in his room since the game ended trying to get some homework done, but all he could think about was Elle. He’d been looking forward to sitting with her at the game. He wanted to talk to her, to let her know that Bethany was gone. She wouldn’t be ruling his life anymore, keeping him away from Elle. But she had ignored him at the game, sitting with T, and not once looking his way. He had realized that he screwed up and was just looking to drown his sorrows when he entered the kitchen.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and turned to leave. Glancing out the window as he turned, he caught sight of her. She was sitting on the swing, head leaned back, eyes closed, drifting slowly back and forth. As he stood watching her, a hand came to rest on the back of his neck, squeezing slightly as words were spoken, “You break her heart and we’ll have words.” T was standing next to him, the grip on his neck just tight enough to emphasize his meaning.

Chris raised the bottle and spoke, “I think I’ve done enough already. It was pretty clear at the game that she wanted nothing to do with me,” his voice echoed the defeat he felt. His eyes never left Elle as he took a long pull from the bottle.

T’s hand moved to his brother’s shoulder, “People put up walls to protect themselves. Sometimes, they leave a window open.”

Chris turned his head, not quite looking at T and sighed, “I don’t want to hurt her. I just want her to be happy.”

T clapped Chris on the back, “Go tell her.”

Hesitantly, Chris walked out the door and across the small yard. Words swam through his head, but nothing seemed to work. Tired cliches and greeting card sentiments just weren’t going to do. He moved toward the swing, quitely coming to a stop a foot away, “Mind if I sit?” His voice was low, but she still gave a little start at the sound before gesturing her approval with a nod. Chris carefully took a seat, trying not to move the swing too much. Waiting, he let her move the swing as he matched the rhythm. They sat in silence for a long while, neither really knowing how to start.

“I deserved that,” he finally spoke softly, “at the game today. I don’t blame you. I did it to myself. I made a mistake. I made a lot of mistakes.” He was rambling. He knew it. She knew it. Her hand came to rest on his forearm and he calmed. When, after a few moments, it remained, he tentatively placed his on top. She made no move to pull away and he risked a quick glance in her direction. Her head bowed, she stared at their hands and he stared at her.

Chris wanted to move, to gather Elle in his arms and hold her tight. He desperately wanted to go back, back to the night they met and erase the past year. He wanted to push Bethany away and find Elle, to get back all the time they’d lost. He needed to tell her why he had been so weak that night, weak enough to fall for the illusion that Bethany presented. For the first time, the words fell into place in his head, and he just let them fall from his lips. “She’s gone. I ended it. I should have done it sooner. I don’t know if it was foolish pride or pity, but something just kept me hanging on.”

He ran his thumb over her skin, “It’s over now and I sure as hell don’t miss her. She was a poor substitute for what I really wanted.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, “What I saw in your eyes scared me. I wasn’t ready to stand up and be that man. Bethany just wanted a boy toy, so I let her take control and you paid the price. I let her hurt you. I hurt you.” Chris put his finger under Elle’s chin and lifted her face. His eyes met hers and he held her gaze, “That’s not going to happen again. I’m not going to hurt you anymore.”

Elle’s heart ached as she looked into his eyes, so sincere, and yet she knew what he meant about fear. She was afraid of what he might do later. He was right, men were weak when it came to creatures like Bethany, beautiful, confident, and bodies built for distraction. She cupped his cheek, “The best laid plans of mice...”

He finished the quote for her, “and men so often go astray. You don’t believe me.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you,” she began her voice thick with emotions she was trying to hold back, “I just understand all too well. There are two types of women, security blankets and ‘big boy’ toys. Security blankets make you feel better. They’re the old reliable, there to fix you up when you fall down and comfort you when the world hits back. They eventually get left behind as you grow out of them.” She dropped her hand playing with the hem of her shorts, “ ‘Big boy’ toys are the fancy ones you take out and show off, shower with attention, and raise your status. Bethany. Me, I’m a security blanket.”

“Your wrong,” he said, “I don’t want Bethany.”

She jumped in before he could continue,”Why not? She’s gorgeous, tall, thin, always perfectly put together in her heels and tight clothes.”

Chris laughed and shook his head, “She’s fake, all makeup and high maintenance. It’s all a front that she puts on for the world. It’s armor to hide the insecure, jealous, petty, ugly person she is inside. She likes pledges because they’re young and easy to fool. Once you figure out what she’s really like, it’s over.” He threw his head back and raised his hands to the night sky, “Why did I fall for her? I don’t even like all that shit.” He dropped his hands, slapping his thighs, “I like wet hair and sweatpants. I like sneakers and ponytails. I like you.” He let his head drop as he leaned forward, his forearms on his knees.

Elle thought for a moment about what he’d just said, then looping her arm through his, she leaned against his shoulder, “That’s funny, cause I like frat boy lumberjacks with hearts of gold. I like good morals, a guy who loves kids and desperately wants to be a dad.”

Turning, he kissed her forehead, “She didn’t know that.” He was quiet for a moment before he continued, “She never really listened to me. She always wanted to change the way I dressed and begged me to shave.”

She suddenly lifted her head, “Don’t you dare!” Reaching up, she ran her fingers along his jaw and the soft new growth from where he’d buzzed his head for the summer. “I want you just the way you are,” she smiled and pulled him closer, pressing her lips to his. It was soft and careful, as if she was unsure how he’d react, but she should have known. He had always treated her with the utmost care and respect. His hand moved to her cheek, the touch gentle and loving.

The kiss was so different. Bethany was hot and hungry or cold and emotionless. Kissing Elle was wonderful, warm, and meaningful. His fingers curled into her hair and he combed them through the soft waves as he pulled away to speak, “I’ve been waiting all summer for that.”

“Waiting all summer,” she asked, disbelieving, “You could have called.”

Chris chuckled, “Could’ve called? You ignored me at the game. Would you even have picked up?”

Elle scoffed, “Yeah.” He dropped his head and cocked an eyebrow at her. “Well, maybe,” she stumbled over the words when he grinned, “not on the first try.” She collapsed into his arms in a fit of giggles. Gasping for air as she tried to explain, “I, I was so, so done with Bethany and,” she took a deep breath, “and with you. I was just happy to be home.” Her voice lost some of its mirth as she continued, “I thought ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ but it ended up being ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’ It made me angry that she could have you and I couldn’t,” she huffed.

He giggled as he squeezed her tight in his arms, “You were jealous.”

“Oh, I,” she began to protest, but admitted defeat, “was, so stupid.”

“Not stupid,” he shook his head, “I’d be insane if you were dating someone else.”

She balled his t-shirt in her fist and thumped his chest, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Covering her hand with his, he sighed, “It’s over. I can’t tell you how sorry I am that I hurt you, but it’s the past. I just want to be here, tonight, with you. And every night, for as long as you’ll have me.” He was getting emotional, and blinked away tears as he thought about the things that he had missed. His mind drifted to memories he wished he had, Christmas, snowball fights, lunches in the Campus Cafe, late nights in the library, Valentine’s Day.

He remembered the night of the spring formal with Bethany. He went because he was supposed to, not because he cared. Elle was playing ‘Call of Duty’ with Georgie and Mike, and didn’t know Chris was still there. She was in the kitchen when he came downstairs. Her breath caught when she saw him and she nearly dropped her beer. “You look good,” she said a tiny smile curling her lips, “but your tie’s crooked.” She put the bottle on the kitchen island and reached to straighten it. He didn’t protest just watched her face as she bit her lip. “There,” she said patting his chest with both hands, “Behave.” He had kept his promise, despite Bethany’s attempts otherwise.

His heart clenched at the memory, and an image formed in his mind, fueled by the Disney movies he secretly cherished. He waited as Elle descend the stairs, sparkling like a princess in the light. He imagined holding her in his arms as they twirled around the dancefloor. His mother was a dancer and she had taught her boys how to do it right. No lazy swaying in her household. Her boys were gentlemen, and Chris could waltz. The skills were wasted on Bethany, who spent her time taking selfies and getting plastered. He willed the memory to be replaced by the one he imagined.

He didn’t even realize what he was doing until Elle giggled, “What are you humming?”

He had been swaying ever so slightly to the beat, " ‘Moon River.’ ”

“You know ‘Moon River,’ ” she asked, a bit surprised.

He huffed, “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me.” Pushing to his feet, he pulled out his phone and began tapping. She glared at him wondering what could be so important on that phone that he would walk away. Suddenly, a melodic trill filled the air as the phone connected to the speakers in the yard. Now, she was really confused. Setting the phone on the patio table, he held out his hand, “May I?” Blushing furiously, she took his hand and let him pull her up. To her surprise, he assumed a perfect ballroom hold. Then, with a smirk he called out, “Hey, Siri. Play ‘Moon River’ by Henry Mancini.”

The song began and he lead her into a waltz. The look in her eyes was a mix of astonishment and pure joy. They danced without a care, as if there wasn’t a frat party going on only yards away. Chris wasn’t what she had expected him to be. He was more than your typical frat boy, more than your typical boy. He was surprising and she couldn’t wait to learn more of his secrets. “Well, Christopher,” she laughed, “what other talents are you hiding?”

He smiled, “In time, m’lady. In time,” and gave her a twirl. As the song ended, he pulled her close and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “This,” he said resting his forehead against hers, “is how it should feel.” They stood for a while enjoying the moment. Then he moved suddenly, leaning to the side, and hooked his arm behind her knees. She squealed as he lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the swing. Sitting down, he rested her in his lap and began to slowly push the swing back and forth. She nuzzled into his neck as his arms tightened around her, agreeing that this was exactly how it should feel.

Tagging: @sfreeborn and @katiew1973

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Meeting the Avengers family; Chris Evans x teen reader

This request was my first ever Chris Evans request that I had ever written. I hope you guys enjoy it, not really any warnings except for utter teeth rotting fluffiness, sparks of first romance and the Three Leaders of Team Cap picking on a small Tom Holland. 

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It was the beginning of May and my dad Chris Evans and I have just arrived at the first location spot for the upcoming Avengers: Infinity War film. Now I have been to all the premieres and heck I have all the DVD's but I've never once gotten the chance to go with my dad to see him on set as Captain America (I blame school for that) but now since I've finished my finals and am currently done with school, I have bargained with my dad to allow me to go with him on set to see Avengers: Infinity War and here we are now.

"Okay (n/n) we're here" my dad said as he patted my knee which made me take out my earbuds and shut my music off and I got out of the car with him and we were guided by some of the Marvel staff into the studio where we were welcomed by the entire cast and crew that were there.

"And there he is Captain America ready to return for one more, grand ass-kicking movie!" RDJ proclaimed as everyone applauded and my dad smiled and saluted before going in and hugging some of his cast mates.

"And I see you brought young Evans with you too huh Chris?" stated Scarlett as she came up to me and hugged me. I have known Scarlett ever since I was a little girl when she and my dad first met and for years whenever he was too busy or any other of my family members couldn't babysit me, he called up Scarlett and she became like a second mother to me.

"Hey Scarlett" I said as we hugged each other.

"Hey (n/n), ohhh girl you are getting bigger every time I see you" she said as she rocked me back and forth.

"Is that the Princess Leia to my Luke Skywalker I hear?" A huge smile grew on my face and I ran and glomped my big bro Sebastian Stan. He twirled me around the two of us laughing with each other as he squeezed me in his famous Sebastian teddy bear hugs. "Ohh how you doin doll?"

"Been better just glad to be out of school and see you all become your characters for what may seem the final time. I didn't know you were gonna be in this movie?"

"Told your dad to keep it a surprise from you".

"That's why you randomly took my phone away from me that week!" I exclaimed at my dad as he and the other Avengers laughed. Seb wrapped his arm around my shoulders and brought me in close to him and kissed the top of my head playfully while also gently giving me a noogie.

"Now then, there are some other superheroes you have yet to meet so me along with Seb and Anthony Mackie are gonna give you a little tour around the set to meet them before we get you settled in your trailer".

"For realzies?"

"For sure Lady Liberty!" I heard Mack-attacks voice. He opened his arms out for me and I went into his arms as he rocked me back and forth. "What's up Lady Liberty? You getting bigger or something? Last I saw you, you were—" he then teased me as he placed his hand on my head and measured me and then went about a foot down as he continued, "That tall?"

"Haha very funny!"

"No Chocolachino's right, when I first met you back in 2010 you were about—this big" he teased going lower than Mackie had his hand then I exclaimed out.

"Who you calling small that you wanna crush like an ant!?"

"Hey there will be no ant-crushing while I'm around!" It was then Paul Rudd came up along with one of my favorite actresses and role models Evangeline Lilly.

"Hey Rudd, Eevee" my dad said. "(Y/n), this is Evangeline Lilly and I'm sure you remember Paul Rudd" and believe me when I say I was a little star struck when I found myself standing face to face with Evangeline Lilly.

"Hi (y/n) Paul's told me a bit about you during the Ant-man and Wasp movie from when he met you during the Civil War premiere" said Evangeline.

I froze in shock and nervousness and smiled bashfully I swear my face was probably even redder than the Ironman suit.

"Aww (n/n) gone all shy now!" teased Mackie.

"Shut up" I stuttered. I then turned to Evangeline and said, "It's a real honor to finally meet you I've—I've been a fan of yours ever since I first watched you in Lost. Then when you were on the Hobbit I just—oh my god...." I looked down almost tearing up and everybody awed at me then I felt Evangeline Lilly actually hug me.

"It's always nice meeting a fan of mine. It's an honor to meet Captain America's daughter, I'm thrilled to meet you sweetie" she told me.

"You know Eevee, when we went to Wizard World last year, she actually cosplayed Tauriel and she actually made the cosplay herself. Weapons and all" my dad said.

"Really? Do you have a picture?" she asked.

"Right here, I actually got a video of it on my phone" Sebastian said. We then crowded around Seb and he opened up his phone and played back the video of me doing a testing of my handmade Tauriel daggers in full costume in my hotel room.The video first showed a door and my voice came out.

"You ready Seb?"

"Yeah I'm rolling, Anthony cue the music!" Seb's voice rang out and soon Tauriel's battle music came out and the door swung open and there I was in full costume twirling the daggers pretending to fight and intimidate any orc that came my way. My father's, Seb's and Mackie's voices all cheered out and cried out in exclamation.

"Oh my god! That is so cool!" Eevee exclaimed. "You look exactly like Tauriel! How long did it take you to make the entire cosplay?"

"Four months to make the actual cosplay itself and the weapons about a month so in total five, five and a half. I wanted to be as detailed as possible because she's my favorite character and I wanted to do you justice" I admitted bashfully.

"Well justice is served, wow (y/n) that—that is amazing! High-five badass She-elf!" I then high fived Evangeline and soon the directors called for the actors to get ready for shooting so everyone dispersed and went into their trailers to put away their stuff and get ready for the big day of shooting Avengers: Infinity War.

While heading to my trailer I accidentally bumped into someone dropping my luggage and the damn zipper broke spilling out some of my movies from my bag.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry here let me help you with that" we both knelt down and when we looked up at each other I was staring face to face with the new Spiderman Tom Holland. Though I did see him at the premiere of Civil War I never did really get a chance to talk to him but I would be lying if I didn't admit that I had a small little crush on him.

"Thank you" I said as he handed me my Star wars: The Force awakens Blu-ray.

"So you like Star Wars too?" he asked me.

"Yeah I—I grew up with it and know every single line to the originals and this movie". I said to him shyly.

"Me too, my brothers and I loved having our Star Wars days when we were kids".

"Me too, hell my dad and I still kinds do that with my cousins whenever he's on break. I also love watching them with my big bro sometimes too".

"If you don't mind me asking, I mean I feel like I've seen you before but I can't quite put my finger on it".

"Well you might remember my father. He's the one your character shares a common New York charisma and my brother is the one who had the metal arm which you thought was awesome".

"Oh my god—you're Chris Evans' daughter?"

"Yep. (Y/n) Evans at your service". After the introductions and gathering up my spilled DVD collection to keep me entertained while my dad is filming, Tom and I went inside my trailer and the two of us just talked for hours on end until he was called to set.

For the next several weeks, I got to meet several other actors who had come in to shoot their scenes like Benedict Cumberbatch, the Guardians of the galaxy (Pratt and I hit it off and he officially claimed himself as my 'other father' since he and my dad have the same name, Hemsworth preferred to be the spoiling uncle carrying me around as Thor whenever he could), Brie was also a lot of fun to be around she became like another sister to me alongside Lizzie and Eevee Lilly.

But the one cast member I found myself bonding to the most was Tom Holland since he and I were the youngest on set that and my crush on him was really starting to blossom into something more. He and I hung out almost every day until he got to set, we worked out together, watched movies on my computer together, he shared with me some pictures and videos of his cute dog Tessa, we did almost everything together.

And of course things like this never stay quiet on set. As the Avengers and the Guardians were all at a late night dinner, RDJ brought up the topic.

"Hey have you guys noticed that lately (n/n) and Holland are spending a lot of time together".

"Robert don't you dare even go there!" warned Sebastian as he ate his dumplings.

"No need to get so defensive there Robocop all I'm asking is if anyone else has taken notice of it".

"I have and I gotta say it's kinda cute" said Scarlett.

"I agree, they do make such a cute little couple together" admitted Lizzie.

"Well I don't like it, little brat's not good enough for her!" stated Anthony.

"I conquer! No man is good enough for my daughter!" exclaimed Pratt.

"Pratt stop she's not really your daughter" stated Zoe.

"Well what do you think of it Evans? You haven't said a word on it and she is your baby girl. What do you say?" asked Paul Rudd. Chris drank his diet-coke and stated.

"My daughter hasn't really had the chance to find love, and even when she did the guys she's dated have just used her to get to me or any of us. Broke her heart over and over again. I'll be honest; even though I've never been cool with my daughter dating, I'm grateful she's found someone who seems to care for her and not just because she's the daughter of Captain America. Mackie, Stan, tomorrow we're gonna give those two a little chat".

"Way ahead of you man" stated Sebastian.

"We got your back Cap" said Mackie.

The next day, Tom actually had a break from filming and he invited me to go out for lunch. Once I had gotten dressed and I heard a knock at my trailer and when I opened it there stood Tom Holland all dressed up semi-casual and said.

"You ready (y/n)?"

"Yep now let's go before the High members of the Team Cap Protection Program finds us". We then quickly raced out of the studio and got into a van and headed downtown for lunch.

As we ate, and after a few fan encounters during lunch, I couldn't help of how my heart was racing as I looked at Tom interacting with his fans. He was such a sweetheart and a loving, dorkable guy that I wouldn't mind dating but I doubt he'd want to go anywhere else in our relationship, plus with all the guys that have used me to get to either my dad or any other member of the Avengers have left me scarred and unable to trust anyone in a serious relationship.

"Hey (y/n),"

"Yeah?"

"Mind if I take you somewhere else before we head back?"

"Uhh yeah sure, lead the way". We then paid for our lunch and our driver took us to a beautiful park and Tom lead me through it until we reached a beautiful gazebo with a beautiful lake surrounding it with water lilies, and swans swimming.

"(Y/n) I—I've really been having fun these past few weeks with you".

"Yeah I've had a really great time too Tom, thanks for making my first studio experience a wonderful one".

"No problem". We sat there in complete awkward silence for a bit before we both said.

"(Y/n) I—"

"Do you wanna head—ohhh you first".

"No, no you first".

"Tom I insist, what were you gonna say?"

"Well umm—ugh uhh (y/n). You are probably the most—no umm you are the most fun person to be around and don't get me wrong when I say I haven't enjoyed it but I was wondering if uhh—that is if you're alright with it would you uhh—consider maybe being....."

"Are you—asking me out?"

"YES! I'm sorry I didn't mean for it to sound like that but yeah...I love you (y/n) Evans. Will you be my girlfriend?" My heart sped up and my face blushed.

"I—I....."

"I know this sounds rubbish and completely cheesy but you are the most beautiful girl I've ever met and Robert did tell me before-hand that you have been used before by other guys but I promise," he took my hand in his and squeezed it to emphasize his point "I promise I will not be like those awful gits. I promise to treat you with the right respect and you never have to worry about me using you to get to the Avengers since I am technically apart of the Marvel world, what do you say (y/n) will you be the Spider-girl to my Spider-man?" Tears formed into my eyes and I let out a choked laugh but nodded and said.

"Yes! Yes!" We then leaned forward into our first kiss before embracing each other while I cried in happiness.

When we got back to the studio with me leaning against Tom's shoulder and his arm wrapped around my shoulder we stopped in shock as standing right in front of us with arms crossed over and putting on their 'Intimidating Soldier faces' were the High members of Team Cap, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie and my dad Chris Evans.

"Mr. Evans sir, I promise you we—we didn't do anything we were just uhh—"

"Quiet spider-boy!" proclaimed Mackie.

"Yes sir" Tom said submissively as he looked down.

"Dad can you please call off the Falcon and Winter Soldier there you're scaring the poor guy".

"Its okay guys I've got this" said my dad. He and I walked up towards each other and he continued "so, are you two a thing now?"

"Yes, he just told me he loves me and he loves me for me, not like all those other guys I dated back home. Besides he's already in the Marvel so he promised to never use me to get to any of you guys". He looked between Tom and I a few times before smiling and saying.

"I approve, he's a good kid and he is one of the only guys I would trust you with when I'm not around". I smiled and hugged me dad tightly and he hugged me back. "But remember this Holland, you break her heart, I won't hesitate to take my shield and really cause some harm" he warned to Tom.

"Same goes with me, you harm Lady Liberty, I'mma gonna take you for a flight without your little webbings in our next scene together" threatened Mackie. I could swear poor Tom was going to pass out but of course Sea-bass had to make everything worse. To emphasize his point, Seb took me into his arms as he said.

"This sweet little angel is the Princess Leia to my Luke Skywalker, you harm my Princess, and there will be a fate worse than being frozen in carbonite waiting for you. And I'll even get my father to double account for that since she's met him too and he loves her".

"Oh God Seb don't bring Mark into this!" I groaned out.

"Wait you mean—" Tom started out and both Seb and I nodded and it was at that moment Tom Holland fainted.

"Thanks guys, you broke my boyfriend".

"Anytime". They all answered.

[toastedkiwi]

Finding A Lost Dodger

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

You had found the dog in town.

You asked around and even paparazzis but nobody knows who the dog belongs to.

He’s got a collar but no tag on.

It’s clear that the dog had recently gotten a haircut so somebody cared for him.

You ended up coaxing the mutt into your car.

You take a picture and posted it to your Instagram stories.

You have a shoot to go to so you bring the dog along and he’s pretty content.

Thankfully, the photographer was understanding and one of the interns watched him while you got ready and did your job.

He got so much attention from everyone. He was fed some ham from some of the sandwiches and nice cold water to drink. He even ran in for some great shots.

Dodger was having the time of his life being around beautiful women in lingerie and bikinis.

Chris, however, is in a complete state of panic when he realized his pooch had run off.

He has to continually wipe away tears from his eyes.

When the shoot wraps up, you finally get to look at your phone.

You get multiple DMs from people. It varies from people telling you that it’s their dog and many others telling you that it’s Chris Evans’ dog named Dodger.

“Dodger, c’mere,” you called out.

The jumping dog happily rushed over. You started petting him.

“I think we found your dad, Dodger,” you said. “Now, c’mon.”

You got him into your car again and called your manager after finding out that Chris does not currently have Instagram.

“Hey, any chance you can get me Chris Evans’ phone number. I’m pretty sure I have his dog with me,” you explained.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she said.

You call up some friends as well seeing if you possibly have some mutual friends.

You do. You know Sebastian Stan, he’s your neighbor in New York. He ended up calling you after seeing the picture after having a nap.

“Why do you have his dog? You didn’t kidnap the poor thing, right?”

“Why would I kidnap a dog that doesn’t belong to me?! And Dodger went willingly,” you exclaimed.

He texted Chris with your number and sent you Chris’s number. You immediately called Chris after hanging up with your neighbor.

He had just read Sebastian’s text when your call comes in.

“Hey— this is Chris, right?”

“Yes—.”

“Great! I have your dog. He’s been the time of his life hanging out with me for the past couple of hours. As lovable as he is, I know he’s got you all worried.”

“Yeah, he has. Had me all panicked and worried about his fluffy ass.”

“I’m so sorry! I’m currently in Malibu headed back to Calabasas with him. I can meet you somewhere.”

You ended up taking Dodger to his house.

When you get there, Chris is already there. You rolled Dodger’s window down and unlocked the doors. Chris opened the door and immediately picked Dodger up.

“You can’t run away. Got me all worried,” Chris told Dodger.

You couldn’t believe how he just picked him up like a baby or a small child.

“Thank you for finding him and taking care of him,” Chris said.

“Oh, it was nothing,” you said.

The two of you chat for a bit on how you found Dodger. You had to leave and get ready for an event much to Chris’s dismay.

The next morning you send Chris a few photos from the shoot that his dog completely photo bombed. And that’s when Chris realizes that you’re a model.

He totally googled you and saw the many articles being pushed out about the whole situation and saw the screenshots of your posts that you made about the dog you found. You gave an update and said they have been reunited.

Chris thanked you again and offered to take you out to dinner at a nice restaurant. You happily joined him and sneakily paid for the whole dinner. Chris couldn’t believe it. He’s usually paying for things.

“Can I see him again?” You asked.

Chris took you back to his place. You and Dodger couldn’t be more excited to reunite again. Chris had a feeling that you’d be sticking around for a long time.

[sonofadeanwinchester]

Stuck In The Middle With You (2)

Summary:  Crappy day at work; first some moron runs into the back of your truck causing you to spill a whole coffee on your blouse; next you bend over a little too far and rip a huge whole in your skirt; then the elevator breaks down for God knows how long with two men who should be winners of America’s Next Top Models; today was going to be a loooooong day.

Sebastian Stan x Reader ; Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 2563

Warnings: nothing too much, obviously swearing cause I like to stay close to the actual person.

HOUR TWO

You know how they say time flies when you're having fun? Well, that wasn't what was happening with me. It had only been one fucking hour since this damn elevator broke down and the two Greek gods, now sitting on the floor, were arguing about whether or not this one girl they worked with had ever been laid. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "you guys are so fucking gross."

Chris laughed, "what's the matter sweetheart? Jealous we ain't talking about you?" While he spoke a few words came with a distinct accent; Boston.

I flipped him the finger. "Nah, not my cup of tea. What happened? Did Boston get sick of your sexist ass and kick you out?"

Sebastian chuckled under his palm and shifted so he was closer to me instead of Chris, who was now giving me the stink eye. "You picked up the accent."

I nodded, "obviously. Kinda like how I can tell that he," I pointed at Sebastian. "Comes from somewhere in Europe."

Sebastian nodded, thoroughly impressed. "Very good. Romania, actually."

Chris scoffed, rolling his blue eyes. "What? So your some kinda of accent genius or what?"

"No shit head, I've just traveled a lot and tend to recognize accents." I stood, fixing the sweater around my hips but not before Chris caught a glimpse at my underwear. "Stop staring you fucking perv."

Chris stood now, his tall height over powering my small frame. "What's the matter, love? Not liking the attention anymore?"

I push onto his hard chest and raised my brow. "Not from you, no. You're a gross, cocky, arrogant, prideful man who thinks of women as objects instead of actual beings and would like to fuck anything that has a heartbeat. So, no, I don't like the attention."

Chris's eyes turned a darker shade of blue and he licked his bottom lip. "I like a little challenge. I'm sure before we're out of here, you'll be on your knees just begging to suck my co-."

Sebastian stepped between us. "Okay, Chris, maybe tone it down a little? We just met the poor woman and she's already figured out all of your character, maybe leave a little for the imagination?"

I busted out laughed and leaned my head back on the cool wall. "Jesus, honestly, all of you fucking men are the same."

Sebastian crossed his arms, the thin layer of clothing threatening to bust at the seams. "What kind of men?"

I kept my eyes closed as I spoke. "The kind who had everything handed to them as children. Who either has Mommy or Daddy issues, probably Daddy. He left when you were just a little boy or stuck around just to fuck the maid. He ignored everything you ever came to accomplish like starting your own business or graduating from Oxford, most likely top of your class. Mommy left soon after she realized that Daddy didn't really need or want her around and ended up marrying the pool boy who is two or three years younger than you and demands respect. Because of these ancient family issues, you have some kind of personal outlook on the world thinking that because your life was so fucked up for so long that maybe, just maybe, you might be able to get something from it now that you're a big fancy businessman. But deep down, you're just a sad little boy who wishes his dad gave two fucks about him growing up and for some reason wants to prove himself to the man that never gave a damn." I opened my eyes, lowered my head and smirked. "How did I do?"

Chris's face was a bright red, not with embarrassment but just pure rage. He clucked his tongue and sneered. "Pretty good for someone who grew up in a little town probably in Eastern Canada somewhere who never had any friends and decided to move to New York just to escape the nightmare of what your family was; a self righteous group who only believed that you were someone when you got hitched and had three kids. And by the way you're dressed and talking, it seems like you've either a; never been fucked in your life or b; no man is stupid enough to stand within thirty feet of your vicinity."

That had struck a nerve and I could feel the tears piling in the back of my throat but I pushed them down refusing to even acknowledge that he had said everything to a tee. "Meh, not bad."

Sebastian licked his lips and stood between us, his back towards me. He smelt so good; like freshly cut grass, vanilla, mint and maybe cigarettes. "You're a smoker."

He turned and made a face, "how'd you know?"

I shrugged, "by the amount of scents you're wearing at this moment, I figured you either don't like to shower or a heavy smoker."

He winked and sighed. "You caught me. I don't usually smoke but when I do it's for a damn good reason."

Chris laughed, "like your dad missing your birthday for the fifteenth time and dearest mommy telling you her and Pablo, the pool boy by the way, are spending Christmas alone in the Hampton's again this year."

Sebastian's eyes grew dark and he chewed his cheek. "Fuck you man."

Chris scoffed, "fuck me? Fuck you!"

"What the hell did I do? You're one calling out shit about this girl's family and then telling her my fucking problems as if she doesn't have enough of her own."

I cleared my throat and chewed my lip. "I do have problems but I am a psychologist here for the company so if you wanna talk about i-."

"Oh, looky here, we have our selves a shrink for when we all go fucking mad in this fucking elevator." Chris snorted, clapping his hands slowly. "Just fucking great."

I marched over the small space between us and slapped him across the face. He looked at me stunned. "I've had enough of this bullshit from you. I don't give two shits about your damn problems with who Mommy is fucking and who Daddy is screwing. What I do care about is being treated like an actual human being instead of this thing you like to see as an object who will jack you off whenever you damn well feel like it. I'm not going to be stuck in this elevator with a complete jackass and I'll be damned if I get hurt by you. So, Mr Evans, fuck you." The last words came with another raised middle finger and stomp back to my corner of the elevator.

Sebastian came to my side and gently placed his hands on either side of my body, his blue eyes darting back and forth. "Hey, you okay? I know he can be a complete ass sometimes."

I scoffed, forcing the lump in my throat to go back to my stomach. "I'm fine."

He smiled, gentle. "No you're not. I studied psychology at Oxford, graduated top of my class by the way, and I know when woman are hurt. I studied woman for almost five years trying to figure out their brain patterns and the reason they react differently than men on certain things."

"Oh great, so you see us as toys too?" I had almost slapped him.

He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Of course not, Chris may see females as just walking fuck dolls, but me; I think women are beautiful and full of life. I think that they are the superior gender and deserve more respect then they are given. Your gender is unique in so many ways, from the way you speak or don't speak or how you react. Your body language is so beautiful that even the smallest of things can completely change the way you want to perceive yourself. I respect you and women for that; so please. Just ignore him and talk, to me, if you want."

I could feel a tear slipping down my cheek and I swished it away before he could notice. This was going to be a looooooong day.

[toastedkiwi]

pls one of chris evans x model!reader where she is at the victoria secret show and he is in the audience. I don't know if you can understand me but here is a video for you to see the example. I also love all your writing <33

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I’m doing this with Actor on Model!Reader

Chris couldn’t be more excited.

He’s not always available to go to runway shows but with Victoria’s Secret— it’s planned months in advance. You’ll give him the date and he’ll make sure he’s available for that week because he has to see you strutting the stage in Angel wings.

He becomes your personal assistant.

“You just sit there and look beautiful. Don’t lift a single finger,” Chris said to you.

He loves becoming that doting husband as he’s not always able to. He’s an A list actor demanded by lots and you’re a runway model that’s often been featured on high profile magazine covers. He gets to put you first as you’ve done the same with him a few times.

The second you’re on the stage walking it, Chris is out of his seat screaming with glee that he sees his wife. He’s a great hype man.

“THATS MY WIFE!”

“MY BABY!”

“Y/N!”

“YES! WORK IT!”

“TWIRL FOR ME, BABY!”

You’ll blow him a kiss or wink at him as you go past him.

He gets all giddy when you acknowledge him. It’s as if his elementary school crush talked to him. He’s all smiley after and blushy.

[toastedkiwi]

Model reader with Chris evans and going back after a few months to do fashion week in Paris and she brings the baby and Chris backstage and all the models awe over the baby

Chris would have the baby strapped to his chest.

This baby is in a designer onesie and Chris hates that his son is in it.

It was a gift sent by the designer brand you’re walking for this runway along with Chris being dressed by them. He does look pretty adorable in it.

Chris sits front row with baby. Anna Wintor is on one side of him and Kim Kardashian is on the other side with her mother, Corey Gamble, and her two sisters.

Chris feels like a total douche with his kid in a designer outfit but there’s nothing he can do.

Thankfully, baby Evans is pretty content with his Captain America shield pacifier and holding his dad’s fingers while the show goes on.

“Look, there’s Mama,” Chris quietly pointed out.

Your little one broke out into a smile and reached out for you. Sadly, you could not smile back as that isn’t part of the show.

It’s not until after the show that the boys can sneak backstage and hang out with you.

“My baby!” you squealed seeing your little one.

You kissed his chubby cheeks leaving lipstick behind.

You kissed your husband’s cheeks as well so he wouldn’t be left out.

The girls especially ones you’ve befriended over the years immediately came over.

Your little one loved the attention as these beautiful goddesses stood before him.

“He’s so cute!”

“His eyes are beautiful. Look at how blue they are!”

“His lashes! Oh my god!”

Chris was in the center of the attention as well as he carries the baby and he’s definitely a DILF.

[toastedkiwi]

Model reader finding out she's preggo and telling chris headcanon??? -🌻

You found out in a bathroom right before hitting the runway for Anna Sui.

You couldn’t believe it but then again you and Chris were trying but not at the same time.

You obviously had to tell your boo but he’s in Boston filming and you’re in New York.

You found a baby Captain America onesie online along with a baby shield and had it to shipped.

It was supposed to be delivered to your New York apartment and instead went to the Boston home.

You were going to do a nice little gift box for the hubby with an ultrasound photo or at least the pregnancy tests.

You got a FaceTime call from Chris the fourth day of NYFW when you’re backstage.

“What is this?” and he showed the onesie with the lil knitted booties.

You’re like “fuck.” But you roll with it.

“It’s for our child,” you said.

“You’re not pregnant,” Chris said.

“Unless the five pregnancy tests are wrong-,” you said.

“No way,” he said nearly in tears.

“I’ve got a late night appointment with my doctor to confirm,” you informed.

He gets to New York in six hours. You’re shocked he drove his ass a few days early to see you.

You both go and confirm the pregnancy the next night.

You both had some very happy tears when you hear the heartbeat for the first time.

[toastedkiwi]

model reader and chris evans where she has to do a lingerie shoot and chris’ feelings on it

Chris is fine with whatever as long as it’s in good taste.

He doesn’t want it looking like something out of a porno.

He wants it classy.

But then again, he’s got no say in what jobs you choose to do because that’s your career and the same goes for him. However, you both discuss the career opportunities you each have.

He does like being invited to shoots especially lingerie but he does get that he can’t always see them especially if it’s a new line or just a closed set.

He does very much enjoy the lingerie photos— he has his own private collection at home in a special book meant for his eyes only.

[toastedkiwi]

Not The Right Time

Summary: You’re both in the same place at the same time but it just isn’t the right timing yet to introduce yourselves to each other.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

1: Met Gala

~ Chris sees you in the lobby of the hotel he’s staying at all dolled up. And it all begins.

2: Alexander Wang

~ you see Chris for the first time while walking down the runway.

Chris Evans Masterlist

[toastedkiwi]

I read your actors on model story… do they ever have a baby like they talked about?

Yes, they do. I feel like it’s not even four months after that interview that she finds out she’s pregnant in the bathroom at one of her runway shows that she’s going to walk in ten minutes.

[toastedkiwi]

Saint Laurent

Summary: Chris sees you again and you see him for the first time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Model!Reader

It’s already been a crazy start of fashion week for you. You’ve already had a runway show with the call time of 4am. You’re on your second show right now and it’s only just begun.

“And go,” you’re told.

Chris felt his heart stutter when you stepped onto the runway. You looked straight ahead with a smolder look. You’re wearing these white pants that barely hang onto your hips, underwear is high waisted and has YSL on the band, white jacket with a bra underneath, cross-body fanny pack, and white booties. It’s a drastically different look than what he first saw you wear in person.

Your eyes connect with his on the way back. They sparkle at you. He holds his breath as you pass by and you do the same. You’d look back but you can’t. It’d be unprofessional. You’ve been hired to do a job and gawking at some guy in the front row isn’t part of the gig. Chris can luckily let his blue eyes follow you until you disappear backstage.

You feel your hands shake the second you get backstage. You feel your heart pounding as if it wants out of your chest and go into his hands for him to keep safe. You know for a fact that has never ever happened before especially not with a stranger. You have a feeling he’s going to mess with your head.

“You good, Y/n?” Yasmin, a friend and model, asked.

“Totally, I’m fucking running on coffee,” you said with a smile. “And it’s only ten am.”

She laughed and said, “you’re wild, Y/l/n.”

You see the man who made your heart beat faster again when walking back down the runway with all the models. You give him small smile when you pass and hope to god that he’ll be at the after party. You’ve got two more runways to walk and another to be fitted for. You, however, can’t help but worry you’ll never see him again since you don’t know his name. You assume he’s some journalist or buyer or celebrity or just some rich boy that got tickets to the show.