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[braveclementine]

MCU 3

Tags: 18+ readers only, blood kink, fluff, smut, pet names

Person(s): Chris Evans

Copyright: I do not condone this being copied.

The pain in your body was more than you could take and you hated it. You had taken two Advil, but the pain was not going away. Your entire body felt weak, your toes felt so cold they might fall off. Your back ached, your right leg was aching, and your stomach was cramping. You felt tired, but couldn't sleep. 

And it was Chris' birthday. 

You were sitting in bed, with your back sloped a little, trying to get the pain to go away. You were watching a YouTube video, hoping that your  mind would go away from the pain, focus on something else, and the pain would magically go away. 

It wasn't working. 

You were near tears. 

You had so much you had wanted to do with Chris today. There were plans he'd made with his friends for earlier and then it was going to be the two of you later. And you were going to get to go with his friends too so you really had him the whole day. 

"Baby?" Chris' voice called down the hallway and you shut the YouTube video off as he came in, closing the laptop. "Hey? You ready?" 

"I- I'm sorry." You apologized and was going to get out of bed, when a cramp hit you hard. Your eyes scrunched closed in pain and your hands grabbed at your stomach. You slid down on the bed, curling up in a ball with your back to Chris. 

"It's really bad isn't it?" Chris asked softly, his hand landing gently on your shoulder. 

"I'm okay." You gasped out. "The advils should kick in soon. Just give me a minute." 

"Nonsense." Chris said firmly, sitting on the bed with you. "There's no way you're going out when you're in so much pain. What can I do?" 

"I'll be okay. This happens every month." You tried to play it off. "Just go out with your friends and I'll be better when you come back." 

Chris chuckled like something was funny, getting off the bed. You could hear him rustling around in the cupboards outside of your bedroom, above the washer. He came back with a heating pad, plugging it in and tucking it under your back, cranking the setting up. 

"Right. Like I'd leave you while you're in pain." 

"It's your birthday." 

"And there's nothing I'd rather do than sit here with you." Chris whispered, pecking your cheek. "Okay?" 

You knew there was no arguing with him on this one. "I'm sorry though. I know you wanted to be in the red room tonight." 

Chris smiled. "We can always do it after you're feeling better. I'm not going anywhere." 

You smiled at that, wishing you felt well enough to snuggle into him. But you didn't want to move. You were somewhat comfortable in the position you were now. Instead, you reached out and took his hand. He lifted it to his lips, kissing the back of it. 

An hour or so passed and you were no longer in any pain. You were rather content, nuzzled up with Chris, who was stroking your hair while the two of you watched Designated Survivor on the TV. You turned in his arms, the first of the two of you to move within the past hour, and kissed his shoulder. 

"Chris?" You asked quietly. "I know it's your birthday but um. . . if you want. . . could you please make love to me? I- I mean you know, if you're okay with the blood. I don't want you feeling like you have to or-" 

Chris cut you off with another kiss. "I would absolutely love that Princess." 

You blushed, watching his every move as he got out of bed, pulling his dress pants off along with his boxers, pulling his shirt off, climbing back onto the bed. 

He placed his hands on your hips, squeezing them lightly. "You're going to tell me if anything hurts, right Princess?" 

"Yes Sir." You whispered. 

His baby blue eyes turned a more stormy sky colour, before he carefully started to pull your skirt and knickers down. 

"Wait!" You suddenly shouted, face flooding red with embarrassment, remembering that you hadn't gone to the bathroom to change in a few hours. 

"Y/N, sweetheart." Chris said softly. "I don't care." 

"M-maybe I should clean up a little." You said hesitantly, but Chris shook his head, pulling the clothes off of you, dumping them on the floor without looking. 

"You all good?" Chris asked softly. "Remember our safe word?" 

"Elephant." You whispered. 

"Good girl." Chris whispered, before slowly sliding into you. 

You gasped, a tingly feeling flowing from the tips of your toes to your shoulders. Chris had slid in so easily. Other strange feelings seemed to be happening as he finished bottoming out, waiting for your verbal command for him to continue. Like the blood bubbles you got occasionally (usually from standing up after laying down for long periods of time) were trying to pop, while not being able to. 

You gasped again, swiveling your hips as he hadn't moved. 

"Princess?" 

"I- I think I need to be on top." You said softly. 

"Okay." Chris nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist, keeping one hand firmly planted against your back, before he lowered himself backwards, laying down so that you were on top of him. 

You rolled your hips against him and everything seemed to just let go. You watched his cock slide in and out of you as you raised yourself up and down on it. Chris kept his hands on your hips, helping you along so that you didn't do to much of the work. 

His cock was completely painted in your blood, mostly the light red, but also hints of purple that slid down his cock slowly, like ice-cream drips on the outside of a cone. 

You had always had a blood kink and you forced yourself to look up at his face, to keep yourself from lifting yourself off and sucking on his cock, licking the blood off of it. 

You moaned softly, thinking of it, nails digging into Chris' chest. "Oh fuck, Chris I'm going-" 

"Cum babe." Chris murmured softly. "I'm right behind you." 

You sighed in relief as you came on his cock. The pain in your back was completely gone now and you felt amazing. Chris kept a soft hold on you as he finished inside of you. 

Very gently, the two of you moved so you got off of him and you glanced over at the clock. 

"You know," You murmured softly. "If you still want, we might be able to make it to the restaurant in time to meet your friends." 

Chris shook his head, pulling you into his side, turning the heating pad on once more and laying it against your side, putting it on a low level so it wasn't to hot. "I wanted to spend today with you anyways. I can hang out with my friends later. Now, let's go to the bathroom and take a nice hot bath, hmm?" 

You flushed as your eyes looked at his cock again, covered in blood. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." 

Chris chuckled, standing up, and helped you off the bed and into the bathroom where you had another round of sex. 

[chrisevansonly]

Little Duck

(Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Summary: There is a reason behind your husbands nickname for your daughter, I mean what can you say, he loves his little duck

Warnings: non, just pure fluffy dad Chris

A/N: I love dad Chris, I don't care what anyone says, this was purely self indulgent again, so enjoy! Also I used Arlie as a name again because I just love it<3

Word Count: 763

Now there were two reasons your husband Chris had come up with the nickname little duck for your newly turned two year old daughter Arlie, both of which were the cutest reasons in the world. When Arlie was born Lisa had given you and Chris this adorable fluffy yellow duckling stuffy that Arlie was attached too from the day she started being able to actually hold and recognize toys. Everywhere she went, that duckling stuffy went with her. The second reason was that she had just started walking more independently and when she walked, she walked like a duck, a little waddle Chris would call it, and it was the cutest thing you’d ever seen

“Come on little duck, let’s get you a snack”

Chris has called out to Arlie whose little feet started hitting the hardwood floor as quickly as her little legs would go, the sound echoing through to the den where you were curled up on the couch with a book

“daddy snack!”

You could hear her little voice call back which sometimes although you’d hate to admit it, made tears fill your eyes, she was just so damn precious

“Yeah princess, snack time”

Chris picked her up and put her in the highchair that rested just beside the island in the kitchen, placing a few options down on the tray table, some cheerios, strawberries, banana’s cucumber, and some of her favourite flavour of yogurt 

“There we go little duck, yummy snacks”

She clapped her little hands letting out a noise of excitement 

“’ank you daddy”

You were still working on some of the more complex words for her age, although she could say many things, her speech had been much slower to develop than some of her peers in daycare. Chris placed a kiss on her forehead 

“You’re welcome baby” 

Arlie began to pick at certain things eating quietly until she seemed to realize something was missing, she had forgotten her yellow duck over by you in the den, which luckily, you’d started to walk over with 

“Ducky?”

Chris chuckled looking towards you as you appeared beside Arlie and placed a kiss on her cheek

“You looking for ducky baby?’

Arlie nodded before stuffing a strawberry slice into her mouth, you watched until she was finished chewing before pulling the yellow stuffy out from behind your back, Arlie’s face breaking out into a massive smile before giggling and reaching for it 

“We can’t eat with ducky though okay baby? I’m going to put him in front of you and he can wait until your full” 

Arlie pouted for a few moments before getting distracted in some yogurt she had spilled which allowed Chris some time to place a soft kiss to your lips as he tugged you into his side 

“She’s growing up so fast, it’s making me sad”

You laughed rubbing your hand along Chris’s back gently, Arlie was only two now and you both hadn’t discussed another baby yet, but it wasn’t off the table 

“You know two isn’t that old honey”

“Well, I know…but”

You leaned further into him reading his mind almost before saying 

“You miss when she was itty bitty huh?”

He nodded letting out a little sigh before jumping in to clean off Arlie’s yogurt covered face, placing her down onto the floor and handing her ducky 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to another, if that’s what you’re getting at…”

Chris paused and turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up 

“Really? You mean that?”

You nodded your head 

“I think it’s time little duck over here had a sibling”

As if knowing you were talking about her Arlie began walking towards you, that cute little waddle that both you and Chris adored highlighted as she bounded towards you 

“Ducky ducky!”

You laughed reaching down to pick her up and toss her in the air a little, filling the room with her tiny laughter, kisses being placed across her chubby cheeks when she came down. Moments like these always stopped Chris’s heart a little bit because it was all he’d ever wished for, for as long as he could remember. So, when he watched his wife and their beautiful little girl laugh and play around in their home, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like with another little one running around 

“You are just the cutest little duck aren’t you, daddy thinks so too”

Chris smiled pulling you both in for a hug before leaning down and covering the two of you in kisses 

“The cutest little duck indeed.”

[professorrw]

hiya, please can I request a Chris Evans x female!reader fanfic where the reader is a teacher and it's during the panorama so her classes are online and one time Chris thinks she's finished her classes so comes into her office. Chaos, fluffiness and awkwardness ensues. Love your work, thank you :D

...hi. it's been a while. but i'm back!! i'm sorry it's taken me so long lovely 😭 regardless, i hope you enjoy this <3

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Title: Interrupting Online Classes

Pairing: female reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: none! fluff and cuteness + the pandemic

A/N: Requests open, check my request rules and who I write for that’s linked on my navigation! My taglist is open and I would love it if you would like, comment, and reblog!

The pandemic had changed a lot of things in everyone's lives, especially yours. Being an elementary school teacher was no easy task but also now having to do your classes online it added a new set of challenges. Microphones being turned on by accident, being kicked out of meetings for no inherent reason, the internet being choppy: all things that you dealt with on the daily. No matter how difficult it was at times you wouldn’t change your job for the world. You loved the kids and getting to talk to them all the time.

It was a wonder that a simple school teacher like you could possibly be dating Chris Evans, but you were. Your romance didn’t start like one in fanfictions, a huge celebrity seeing you in the crowd and deciding then and there that you had to be together. No. You and Chris were childhood friends and had grown up together in Massachusetts, two peas in a pod. You supported his acting career and he supported your dream of becoming a teacher. Low and behold, you both got what you wanted.

None of your students knew about Chris for many, many reasons. Most kids knew who Captain America was and if your students knew that you were living with ‘America’s Ass’ (something that fans called him), they would go ballistic. So when you were having an online class you made sure that Chris was aware and steered clear of the camera.

Sometimes to tease you he would walk into whatever room you were having classes in and start dancing, which was his best effort to get a smile and laugh, but also distract you. The kids would sometimes ask what you were looking at, but you would have to tell a little white lie and say that it was your dog playing with a toy.

The school year was nearly over, and all the students were ready for summer. You weren’t giving your kids too much work to do and on the Zoom calls you were mainly just talking to them about their plans for the next two months. 

Everyone was so absorbed in listening to all the stories that you didn’t even realize your last class had gone over the regular time. It was nearly four o’clock and normally you would just be working on lessons, so Chris didn’t think anything of strolling behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Hey honey,” your boyfriend said.

It only took a few seconds for your students to process who was standing behind their teacher. “IS THAT CAPTAIN AMERICA?!?” one of them shrieked. “OH MY GOSH IT IS!” another one said.

You turned around and looked at Chris who could only give the kids a bashful smile and wave. “Hi guys.”

“HI!” they all responded with enthusiasm. They were more excited about seeing Chris than they were when they saw your dog for the first time. The kids were so adorable you didn’t even bother to tell ‘Captain America’ to get out of the camera. More than one student had told their parents about the celebrity that had appeared on their Zoom call, and you could see them taking their phones out and recording.

“Are you married to Captain America, Ms. Y/N?” a young girl asked.

You didn’t even get the chance to answer when Chris chimed in with, “Not yet, but someday.” He kissed the top of your head, leaving you speechless.

“OOOOO,” the students said.

“Okay guys I think it’s time for Captain America to go fight some bad guys.”

“Aww,” they pouted.

“You’ll see me again, don’t worry,” Chris said before giving them a big smile and waving goodbye. He took three steps away to be just out of the camera’s view and looked at you and mouthed “sorry.” You shook your head and mouthed, “it’s okay.”

“It seems like Captain America needs my help! I gotta go but I will see you all tomorrow!” you said to your students.

“Bye Ms. Y/N!”

You ended the Zoom call and shut your computer. When you turned to Chris he was bashfully standing just a few feet to your left. “You are sooo done.”

“They’re never going to let me live that down, are they?” you asked.

“Nope. Those kiddos are going to ask you a million questions. Be glad you aren’t teaching much because they aren’t going to be paying any attention to school work.”

“I would just tell them that Captain America said they had to get their work done if they wanted to see him again,” you said.

“Isn’t that blackmail?” Chris laughed.

“…Maybe.”

[deanscherrypie69]

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Please don’t hesitate to shoot me a message or an ask🥺

[marvel132]

Chris Evans X Reader Smut (on Wattpad)

 You and Chris broke up about four months ago and have to see each other at a party. Once you guys get to talking he invites you over for a drink... and things get spicy. Lots of smut below, be prepared.

[writing4mycuties]

Life in Quarantine

Part 2

***please don't copy or post my work, but feel free to reblog, like and comment! ***

It wasn't a hard decision to make. Chris wanted me to stay with him for now while the world dealt with the crisis of this virus. Every state had different rules in place but for the most part, it was very similar. The first thing I did was call my parents. Not because I needed permission, I was well past the age of that, but out of respect and common courtesy. This was pretty serious and I would always be their child so I wanted to talk this decision through with them. Chris and I called them via video to talk to them about it.

The conversation went well and they gave us their blessing to ‘live together’ instead of being separate for who knows how long. They knew I would be well taken care of and with technology today, we could talk through video. My job also contacted me with my next contracted assignment and it was going to be set up remotely which meant I could work from wherever I wanted. Chris made a space in his office for my computer and things I would need right next to his.

His live video interviews would be done in the alcove off of the kitchen/dining room or in his bedroom for the most part. This would be safe for keeping our relationship private longer. We had done a good job so far, aside from the occasional speculations made throughout social media and his fans. This pandemic would be easy to keep our secret going since we didn’t plan to be out until we knew more about things. I had seen how some fans, not many when compared to amount of fans he has, would react to the knowledge of Chris having a girlfriend in the past. There was no doubt in my mind people would hate me, but I knew that going into this.

Scott was doing some things remotely for work just like Chris and I. His room was over the garage on the other side of the house. It was actually like a living suite almost. Needless to say, he’d be just as comfortable there as an apartment or him mom’s. Jennifer Garner started a charity for kids when the quarantine began and of course Chris found out and signed up to participate. I followed Chris on Instagram but we decided he didn’t need to follow me because fans would definitely pick up on him following a random girl. He had a private Instagram with a fake name that he followed friends and family and me on. I was in the middle of setting my things up in the office when I received a notification that Chris had posted something. Yeah, corny I know, I get notifications for my boyfriend, but what can I say? He is pretty damn cute.

Watching the video of Chris reading, ‘If You Give A Dog A Donut’, my smile basically split my face in two. At first I wasn’t too keen on him cutting his hair. But watching this video reminded me of how much I loved this look on him. Sometimes I couldn’t understand how this man made flannel and a buzzcut look as hot as he did.

That cute little smile made me feel like he actually pictured himself sitting in a preschool reading this to a bunch of kids and it warmed my heart. Seeing the soft side of this big, strong man always made me feel like I won the lottery.

Right when the video ended, I was brought out of my own thoughts when Chris snuck up on me. “YOU ALREADY WATCHED IT? Oh man! You need to turn off those notifications!”

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March 22 Scott buzzed his head too, just not as well as Chris had.

Chris had buzzed his head since he knew he wouldn’t have any work for a while. He found it easier and more comfortable not worrying about having to brush or style if for video conferences calls. Once Scott saw Chris being as carefree about his hair he followed along behind his brother. He missed quite a few spots and asked me to help him but I didn’t want that responsibility so he asked Chris.

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Chris joined in on a few more charities to raise money.

ASP finally launched and Chris was so nervous.

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Dodger had been scheduled to get a hair cut but then the quarantine changed those plans. Chris thought he could do it himself. He was wrong.

May 14, 2020 Chris had an interview with Jimmy Fallon and showed the picture of the haircut he attempted on poor Dodger. I had been recruited after he cut it too short and finished the job but that part was left out for obvious reasons. He also just said he was in quarantine with Scott, leaving out the whole girlfriend part.

The guys played a game with Jimmy and I made sure to stay clear of hearing anything. I knew there was a big chance of me giggling at them because they were so cute together when they did things like this.

[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, medical references, death

Word Count: 639

Genera: Angst, Whump, Deathfic

Part: 6

Authors Note: Did I cry while writing this last part? Yes, I most certainly did.

The day you died was the worst day of Chris’s life. The day had started just like any other that week. Chris had woken up uncomfortable in the chair near your bed. He had looked over to your still sedated form. You looked so peaceful, so calm. As he watched your chest rise and fall an alarm soon started to go off, along with a few others. Chris watched as your breathing became more erratic before yelling out for the nurses. The room once again was filled with nurses and doctors before Chris heard a noise he had been dreading to hear ever since he came here with you. The unmistakable noise of the heart rate monitor producing a constant ear piercing sound. The sound of death. Before Chris had any time to react doctors were shouting out orders as a nurse ushered him from the room, closing the door behind her. Chris was locked out, no way to reach you, nothing he could do. 20 minutes passed by before all the doctors and nurses came out of the room, your primary doctor coming over to Chris. 

“I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he approached Chris. “The good news is she’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Chris breathed out, bringing his hands to his face as he cried in relife.

“The bad news is she probably won’t make it through the night. The sedative we had her on was causing her heart to slowly rupture. Luckily we were able to prevent that from happening right away but it's very close to bursting. Because of this we no longer want to sedate her but are all nervous about her reactions to you. She seemed to be okay around a few of us, myself included but we’re not sure how she’s going to react around you. She is asking for you though.” The doctor told Chris. Chris nodded his head, before letting out a quiet thank you. He slowly walked back into your room. His eyes met yours as a faint smile graced your lips.

“Chris.” you breathed out. Chris had to hold back a sob at his name falling from your lips. You no longer looked like you, you no longer smelt like you, you no longer felt like you, and now you no longer sounded like you but Chris knew it was still you. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered out coming over to your bedside. You tried to speak out once again but it ended in a coughing fit. “Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t worry. I’m right here.” 

“Love you.” Your raspy voice came out, filling the air. 

“I Love you too baby. So much.” Chris told you. “Want me to read to you?” he asked as you shook your head yes. “Okay.” Chris whispered out, grabbing his book before returning to your side. As he reads, your eyes softly fall shut. Soon Chris is drifting off as well. When he awakes again it's to your doctor shaking him awake. 

“She’s gone.” The doctor tells him. A heartbreaking sob falls from Chris’s lips as he holds your body to his. 

“No, Y/N, please come back to me. Please baby. Please come back to me. I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” He desperately begs as he holds onto your limp body. 

“We’ll let you be.” The doctor informs Chris as he and the nurse leave the room. Chris gently smooths back your loose hair from your face before giving you one final kiss on the forehead. He raises up on shaky legs, walking to the door only to look back at your still form.

“I love you Y/N, goodbye my love.” And with that he walks out, closing the door behind him on not only your body but on his life with you as well.

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Defending Him - Imagine

Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Chris Evans gets interviewed for the new series ‘Defending Jacob’. Describing what it would be like, he mentions his family and his son, causing the fans to start crying.

 Author’s Note: Thank you guys, you blew up Dream Boy so much, and it was just a short little thing I didn’t think it’ll blow up that quickly. Thank you so much and always...

Love you!

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Chris was getting interviewed for his new series, Defending Jacob, playing as an assistant district attorney who finds himself torn between his sworn duty to uphold the law and his unconditional love for his son.  

“So, Chris, you play Andy Barber, who assists his son, Jacob Barber for accuse of murder but your character struggles to find out the truth that his son is not a murderer.”

“Yes. You’re right on that,” Chris nods. The interviewer smiled, “I heard that this shooting was in your home town, Boston.” Chris nods, thinking about how he would have his wife around on set.

“Yes, it was a special thing for me because I was closer to my mom and family. I even had my wife on set with us, she got a good look at the sets and she’s gonna be watching the show when it comes out.”

“Since it was in Boston did anyone in the family take a part in it?” Chris smiled as he turns his gaze away from the interviewer, “Yeah. Funny enough, Y/N had a small part on set, some small little scene. She plays one of the officers in the show.”

“Oh wow, that’s amazing,” The man said, Chris laughs lightly, “It was special for me and her, we’ve been in a movie together-Oh, it was long ago, like five years ago before we even got married.”

“At least she was there to see some good parts. Also, can you tell us a little about Andy?”

Chris nods, “Andy Barber just has so much unconditional love for his son, Jacob. He has the strength to fight through this hard time for his son, he doesn’t want to lose him, he doesn’t want his son to take that title of being a murderer and so he just finds ways that could be bad or not.”

“What’s your thought on Andy Barber?”

“Andy is someone you want to have. He wants his family to not be torn apart. I mean... Seeing your son in such a dangerous position, obviously, any parent would fight to protect their kid at all costs. I have a four year old son, Matthew, who is such a sweetheart and I would do the same if my son were in that position. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”

The interviewer smiles, “There are so much strong relationships in the Barber family and I can’t wait to see this series come out.”

“My wife can’t wait either,” Chris laughs. “Thank you so much for answering these questions and I hope we’ll see each other again,” The man says.

“No problem, it was fun. Thank you,” Chris shook hands with the man and they ended the interview.

After that interview, Chris finds his wife on the couch and his son playing with a toy. “Look’s like someone’s done,” Y/N stands up, getting the boy’s attention. “Daddy!” 

“Hey, bubba,” Chris scoops the boy up in his arms, “Have you been behaving yourself back here when I was gone?”

“No...” Matthew grew a smile, Chris gasps and looks at Y/N who shakes her head with a grin. “You weren’t?” Chris had Matthew on his hip as he played with his toy in hand. 

Matthew shakes his head, he knows what’s coming. “You little...” Chris dips the child as he giggles causing Y/N to laugh. Chris lifts him back up and uses his free hand to tickle his side. “No!” Matthew laughs as he tried to push away his father’s hand.

Y/N walks up and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. “How was it?” She asked. “It was good,” He leans in for a kiss as she hums and pulls away, “Well, that’s good. Wanna go stop somewhere? Matt wants something special.”

Chris looks at Matt, “What did you want, Bubs?”

“I want... ice cream!”

“Ice cream? Well, me too!” Chris says, he watched Y/N grab her stuff off the couch. “What would you want on it?” He asked Matt. Matt was looking down at his toy. “Um... jelly beans.”

“Jelly beans? Wow, you are just full of surprises. Jelly beans and ice cream?” Chris asked. Y/N smiled at them, “Come on, you jelly beans,” She says. Chris looks over to his son once Y/N left the room.

“We’ll get you all the jelly beans, bud.”

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[beomphvcs]

Hiii so i’m having a hard time writing atm so if y’all could send in prompts i’d really appreciate it 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

- Liz

edit: i just realised i quite literallly have writers block lmao

[christ0pher-evans]

Hi.

Welcome to my new blog. I created this blog so I could post my writings about Chris Evans & all his glorious characters. I hope you will like them!!  Whilst I’m getting started, I’ll slowly add my stories to a masterlist on my page. 

I love reading fan fiction, and I hope you’ll love reading mine too. Come say hi!! :)

[deanscherrypie69]

Should I post more of ‘A lawyers promise’ or should I make y’all wait?

[commasanddecimals]

OH GOD!!!😧 YES DADDY.

[writing4mycuties]

‘Life in Quarantine’

Part 1

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Taking the one year contract for my current assignment for my job took me to Boston, Massachusetts. After being there about a month, I had made a friend while I was out with some co-workers. Eventually he asked me if I’d be interested in going on a date. After about three weeks of dating, the topic came up about if we were seeing other people or if we wanted to see where this thing went if we were exclusive. I had admitted that I hadn’t seen anyone else anyway since our first date. He laughed and said ironically, he hadn’t either because he didn’t have an interest in anyone else. Besides being gorgeous and everything that is obvious, he was so much more. Christopher Evans is the real deal.

A pure gentleman in every way imaginable. His laugh is contagious but he can also be so gentle and caring. A hyper goofball at times and a mature, calm man at other times. Even though it hadn’t been a really long time, it felt like it had been. We were like puzzle pieces almost. When you put a 1000 piece puzzle together, only to find one piece missing after all that work. Then, miraculously, you find that missing piece under the sofa and place it in its spot, it makes it complete. That’s how I felt about Chris dropping into my life out of nowhere when he is usually traveling here or there for work, me living in a new place for a little while, then we ended up in the same place and meeting. He was my other half, who made me smile, made me feel safe, happy and complete. So much so that is hurt to think of not being with him and scared me at how fast I fell.

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That’s when this virus got some attention on the news. I was scheduled to go home, another state away. Currently, when I was between jobs, I was living in the guest house at my parents since I travelled for periods of time being a contractual analyst. My current job had been contracted for 6 months in the Boston area and since there was speculation of a nationwide shut down, the work finished up a few days early. This meant the condo that was set up for me would also be done. Even so, if there was going to be this state of emergency coming, I needed to figure out being in a separate state from Chris during something that was beginning to sound like it was pulled right from the movies. I texted him to tell him I had just been notified that it was best to go ahead and get back to wherever it was I wanted to be in case of a quarantine.

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Sitting at my desk, packing up the last of my stuff, my phone began to sound with the ring tone I had set for Chris. He was actually FaceTiming me.

“Hey babe. I got your text. Uh, I thought we’d have a little bit more time to figure out how we were going to do this once your work here was done. This sucks. I’m not ready for you to go.”

Smiling, his endearment made me all warm inside as I responded. “I know. Apparently this quarantine thing is gonna happen though and I need to get home while I can. I’m not leaving yet though, I’m still coming over tonight like we planned and we can talk about it then. We’ll figure something out.”

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Both of us were starving by the time we sat down to eat, neither of us having had time for lunch today. We were kind of off throughout dinner, definitely not our loud and giggly selves. Even Dodger could tell we were both tense, his eyes darting between us as he lay at our feet. I had picked up takeout and brought it to Chris’ house when I left the office. I knew Scott was supposed to arrive in the next few hours so I made sure we had enough just in case.

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Scott actually showed up right when we were finishing up, Dodger jumping up to greet his favorite uncle at the door. I took Chris’ plate and mine into the kitchen to wash them after hugging Scott so the two brothers could catch up on their plans. I could feel Chris watching me carefully though as I left the room.

After I dried the second plate and was placing it back in the cabinet, I heard footsteps going up the steps towards Scott’s bedroom. I was closing the cabinet door when I felt Chris’ strong, warm arms wrap around me from behind as he laid his chin on my shoulder, speaking into my ear. “So, while Scott’s upstairs for a minute, are we gonna talk about you, me and this pending quarantine?”

“It’s really starting to scare me how fast the country is preparing things right now. The schools have closed, my parents and siblings have all stocked up and are starting their two weeks of isolation before they go around each other to be considered their own bubble. I’ve done nothing yet and still have to get home before I can even start. My mom said the stores are already showing empty shelves.”

Chris had already ordered a boatload of groceries and supplies beginning two weeks ago when there was just a rumor of what was possibly coming. Turning in his arms, I looked up into Chris’ face and found a similar expression I had seen all through dinner. My mood declined quickly, especially seeing him in this somber state that I wasn’t familiar with. I could tell he was thinking and that he was bothered. This virus was definitely worrying him just like everyone else, but he was the type to withdraw and clam up, getting quiet when he was bothered. The way he was this time was different though. As much as I didn’t want to go, I knew I had to get myself in order. I mentioned heading back to start packing soon and he stepped back, still holding me, but at an arms distance, before he responded.

“So, just like that, you’re gonna pack up and leave? What are we gonna do, have dates via FaceTime and zoom for who knows how long?”

“Seriously Chris? I never said that I was going to leave tonight. Why are you getting loud? That’s not fair, I’m the one with uncertainty looming here, not being prepared and still have to get home. This isn’t exactly easy for me either.”

“There is no uncertainty. You do have a home to go to and you know your parents have things to get you through whatever you need since you haven’t been there to do it. Same goes for here, I have plenty as well. I think we’re pretty far enough along in this relationship for you to know how much I care about you and would take care of you before letting you just make do during a pandemic.”

“This has escalated way out of hand. I know you wouldn’t let anything happen to me any more than I would you. Regardless of this virus, we knew I would have to get my things I have up here out of the condo within the next few days since the contract is done. No matter when I leave, I have to have that done, so I need to pack.”

“I thought we’d have a little more time to talk about us and how we would handle the distance but now this virus has moved the date up and thrown a huge obstacle in the way.”

“Nothing has changed in my opinion. Just that it is happening sooner and quicker. Are you saying that if we can’t see each other for a while that it changes things between us?”

“Absolutely not Y/N.” Chris had gotten a little louder by this point.

From the corner of my eye I saw Scott walk into the kitchen. He looked between Chris and I before speaking up. “Uh, I think I’m gonna go read for a bit. In. My. Room.”

Walking over to Scott, I patted his arm as I walked by speaking. “It’s okay. I have to get going.” Reaching down, I gave Dodger’s head a soft rub and grabbed my purse. Scott turned and spoke back up.

“Wait. What’s going on? Are you leaving, like, going home, home? Or your condo? What the hell did I just walk into?” I saw Scott give Chris a questioning look like I was missing something, but I needed to remove myself from this conversation. As hard as it seemed for Chris, it was a little harder for me with the extra things I had going on. On my way to the door, I heard the brothers talking quietly, but I did hear Scott tell Chris to say what he meant.

Turning to wait for my boyfriend to come give me a kiss and a hug before heading out, I found him jogging up to me from the living room. Wrapping his big arms around me, he spoke and I heard it echo through his chest since he held me so tightly. “I’m sorry. I just, I’m nervous about this whole pandemic, it’s messing with my work, and mostly, I don’t want to lose you.”

Pulling back so I could look into his face, I rested my hands on his chest while he still held me. I tried to speak quietly. “Why would you lose me? It goes both ways you know, I hope you know how much I care about you too.”

“I do. It’s just, I have so much I’ve wanted to say and now I feel like this shitty predicament is robbing us.”

“I’m just going to pack. I’m not leaving tonight. Now you have me nervous. Why do you have so much to say.”

“I don’t know. I just thought we had more time.”

“Chris. You act like you’re never gonna see me again. What the hell is going on?”

“Just, ...just stay. Don’t go... please. I can’t stand thinking about not seeing this face, hugging you.....kissing you.” Chris looked as if he almost had tears in his eyes before he finished. “Look, I know we have taken this kind of slow, but it’s because I want to do it right. I feel like, well I feel like this is something special, and I don’t want to mess it up. This fuhkin’ virus is making me realize it even more. I want what’s important around me and you are part of that. I love you Y/N.”

That was one thing we had not said to one another yet. The tears I was holding back from watching him this worked up spilled over. Placing his hands on each side of my face, along my cheeks, he used his thumbs to wipe the tears away as he spoke.

“Don’t cry sweetheart. I mean, I hope you already could tell...”

“I love you too. Hopefully you could tell too.”

With that warm smile that reached his eyes, Chris nodded. “I think the only part missing was actually saying it.” I was crying by this point and hugging Chris, not wanting to let go and certainly not ready to put a whole state between us. Not after hearing and saying those three little words that seemed bigger than the world.

Chris pushed away a little but didn’t let go as he spoke again. It seemed so much lighter now and easier, like a weight had been lifted for him. “Please, stay......stay here with me.” We heard Scott clear his throat from the living room. “Geez, and Scotty of course. There’s plenty of room. If you don’t want to stay in my room there’s enough rooms for you to have your own, just, ... don’t leave. You can video call your family, we can eventually go see them once everyone here and there are definitely safely quarantined on all sides. Just, for now... please stay?

“Okay, but you have to help me pack. And you too Scotty, so chop chop. We have to start this quarantine.”

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Pendejo

Chris Evans x reader 

Nota: lo que está en negrita es lo que ella dice en español 

Tu y Scott esperabais sentados en el sofá tras la cortina azul del programa, Chris estaba hablando sobre su experiencia en EndGame y sobre su nueva película "Knives Out"

Scott estaba mirando su móvil y riéndose de vez en cuando de algún meme tuyo el cual te enseñaba para reírse de él en tu cara, aunque, tú también te reías

Uno de los coordinadores se acercó a vosotros y os avisó que os colocaseis tras la cortina para entrar cuando Jimmy os nombrara, Scott y tu hicisteis caso y os pusisteis donde os mandó, os disteis la mano para apoyaros mutuamente

-Ahora por favor....¡un gran aplauso para...Scott y ____ Evans!- exclamó Jimmy

Esa era la señal para que salieseis, así lo hicisteis, os adentrasteis en el gran plató observando al público de frente y a Jimmy y a Chris a vuestra derecha, abrazaste a Jimmy y te sentaste entre tu esposo y tu cuñado, Jimmy sacó de detrás del escritorio unos cascos enormes a decir verdad, elevaste una ceja interrogante

-Bueno, celebrando que por fin pudimos tener al trío de oro de la casa Evans juntos en el programa jugaremos a un juego ¿os parece?- asentiste emocionada, agarrando a Scott del brazo para que se acercase más a ti, pues ya estabas bastante cerca de Chris, además, estar frente a tanta gente y cámaras te causaba bastante ansiedad y tener un apoyo cercano re relajaba- ¡Genial! Bien, uno de vosotros se pondrá los cascos, aislándose del plató en cuanto a sonido se refiere, mientras que los otros dos os pondréis de acuerdo en una respuesta para la pregunta ¿ok?- volvisteis a asentir

-Está claro que acabo de ganar- hablaste encogiéndote de hombros

-¿Perdona?- preguntó Chris ofendido

-Lo que oyes cielo, os conozco a ambos cómo la palma de mi mano- dijiste señalando tu mano con clara obviedad

-Ya veremos ya- Scott te picó la zona baja de las costillas, provocando tu risa

-¿Scott quieres empezar?- preguntó Jimmy, Scott sonrió y aceptó se colocó los cascos y miró al suelo- De acuerdo, ¿Si Scott no hubiese sido actor en que hubiese trabajado?- preguntó en tono muy bajo

Frunciste el ceño y una bombilla se alumbró sobre tu cabeza

-Definitivamente algo relacionado con criminología- empezaste, Chris te miró y asintió entrelazando su mano con la tuya por encima de tu regazo

-Scott ama la sangre, los asesinatos, los misterios, es obvio que en ese trabajo hay muchas más cosas, pero son las más destacables de los gustos de él -concordó tu esposo contigo

Jimmy le hizo gestos a Scott indicándole que se quitara el aislante, le hizo la misma pregunta que os hizo a vosotros, obteniendo la misma respuesta que habíais dado Chris y tú

Esta vez le tocó a Chris portar los cascos, se los puso y trasteó en el móvil buscando una canción, cuando encontró una de su gusto se puso a bailar de una forma muy divertida

-Algo que Chris haya hecho y que tanto Lisa como Robert no estén ni enterados

-Uuuh, bueno, si, eeeeh- Scott empezó a divagar en sus recuerdos- Supongo que cuando me partió la cabeza- lo miraste con los ojos muy abiertos ante tal declaración, la cual debía ser un maldito secreto

-¿Como?- preguntó divertido Fallon

-Estábamos ____ y yo viendo la televisión, acabábamos de llegar de la escuela y estábamos esperando a que la comida estuviese lista, Chris me llamó y al levantarme me empujó, cayendo yo sobre la mesa partiéndome la cabeza- Jimmy asintió sorprendido

Le indicó a Chris que se quitara los cascos y le preguntó lo mismo que a Scott y a ti

-¿Algo que no sepan mis padres?- pensó el mayor de los hermanos, allí sentados,- Cuando usé su tarjeta de crédito para alquilar una habitación Winthrop para _____ y para mi- confesó Chris mirando al suelo y luego sonriendo inocentemente a la cámara

-No me jodas Christopher- te quejaste sintiendo tus mejillas arder con furia

-No se que has dicho pero he entendido mi nombre entero salir de tus labios y sé que no es nada bueno, nada- dijo Chris levantando el dedo índice con miedo, mientras apuntaba a tu persona

-Créeme no es nada bueno- susurraste "ofendida"- Y para que lo sepas, has fallado, Scott contó otra cosa- le picaste, cruzándote de brazos

-¿Qué demonios has contado?- le preguntó Chris a Scott

-La vez que me partiste la cabeza-

-Espera...- Chris frunció el ceño, pero luego abrió mucho los ojos- Scott- se quejó

-¿Qué? ¡Sabes que tengo razón!- se defendió el menor

-Ya pero era algo entre nosotros- una de las estridentes carcajadas de Chris se escuchó por el plató

-____, te toca- Jimmy te ofreció los cascos, los colocaste y sentiste como te aislabas, solo veía sal público pero no podías escuchar nada más- ¿Momento mas vergonzoso en la vida de ____?- le preguntó Fallon a los hermanos

-Cuando mis padres pillaron a Chris y ____ en el jardín haciendo de todo menos comer galletas y beber té- respondió Scott con la mirada perdida y una mueca traumática en su rostro- Ellos no vieron tanto como yo

-¿Tu también lo viste?- preguntó Chris divertido

-Yo y los vecinos de los lados y ya no te cuento quien os escuchó, Shanna no volvió a ser la misma después de eso

Chris se rió sintiendo toda la vergüenza subir a su rostro

-De acuerdo votaré por lo que dijo Scott- sentenció Chris sonriendo y elevando los hombros

Scott te tocó el brazo, lo miraste y te hizo un gesto para que te quitases los cascos

-_____, te toca ¿momento más embarazoso en tu vida?

Pensaste con un dedo en tu barbilla, sentías las miradas de todos sobre ti

-Yo, a ver, soy bastante tímida, entonces, a la mínima ya me parece vergonzoso cualquier acto que haya hecho- admitiste- Pero si tuviera que elegir un momento yo diría que....cuando nació Stella- Chris rebotó en el asunto y Scott te miró asombrado

Jimmy se levantó y tapó la boca de Chris, este empezó a reír y gritar

-Esto va a ser....¡Asombroso!- exclamó partiéndose la caja

-Puedes seguir ____- te alentó Fallon

-Bueno, me acuerdo de que estaba en la sala de partos y me tocaba a mi atenderlo, en sí, no era el primer parto que atendía, pero al ser una familiar muy cercana, me daba miedo hacer algo mal, entonces no sé qué me pasó que me desmayé, me sacaron de la sala de partos en una camilla- contaste mirándote las manos- Lo único bueno fue que me compraron una palmera ENORME de chocolate, ¿esa era vuestra historia?- les preguntaste a los Evans, ellos negaron con una sonrisa- Ay Dios mío,¿que demonios contaron de mi?

-Cuando mis padres os pillaron en el jardín- contestó simple Scott

-Lo siento Lisa, lo siento Robert.....- sonreíste tensa, pero con una mirada asesina hacía los Evans- Sois unos cabrones- te reíste

-Sé que nos acaba de insultar, pero como no sabemos exactamente qué nos dijo, tomaremos eso como un halago- terminó Jimmy- Fue un placer tenerlos aquí en el programa y ojalá volváis pronto- recibiste un abrazo de parte de Jimmy y os fuisteis

-Cuando lleguemos a casa dormirás en el sofá, pendejo- le advertiste a Chris amenazadoramente cuando entrasteis en la habitación de hotel

-Tampoco fue para tanto- se intentó defender

-Seguirás durmiendo en el sofá- lo bésate en los labios y te escondiste en el baño- ¡Así la cama será entera Mía y de Bubba!

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Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: Medical references, mentions of cancer, needles

Word Count: 2k

Genera: Angst, Fluff, Whump

Part: 1

Authors Note: I am in no way shape or form in the medical field. I have no idea if anything of this is "correct" so please don't come at me! -T

You thought it was just going to be a normal doctor's visit. Just the standard check-up that everyone had around every two years. Chris offered to come with you and you said yes. Going to the doctors gave you enough anxiety as it was but with Chris by your side you knew it wouldn’t be that bad. Everything had gone completely fine until the doctor left the room to bring your blood test to the lab. You sat on the examination table, swinging your sock clad feet back and forth as the white paper below you crinkled with the movement. Chris sat patiently in a chair in the corner of the room, giving you a reassuring smile. You gave him a weak smile back as you looked down at your hands that were fidgeting together. You knew you had no reason to be nervous as everything else had been fine and you were almost free to leave but the scary thought that they might find something through your blood test had your anxiety rising.

“I wonder what’s taking the doctor so long.” Chris remarked as he looked down at his phone to check the time. “He only said it would take 10 minuets at most.” You looked up at the clock that hung on the wall, seeing that it had been 20 minutes since the doctor left. You looked back at Chris with worry written all over your face. “Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” He told you knowing you were undoubtedly thinking the worst. You let out a sigh, shaking your head in agreement. Chris was probably right. The parking lot had been pretty full when the two of you got there and the waiting room was definitely not the quietest. Another 20 minutes passed agonizingly slowly before the doctor finally knocked on the door and entered. He was looking down at his clipboard intently, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “For a second there I didn’t know if you were going to come back.” Chris joked to the doctor letting out a small chuckle. The doctor looked up at Chris giving him a soft smile before turning to you.

“Y/N, the lab found some um abnormalities with your blood work. We would like you to come back tomorrow for some follow up procedures just to make sure you’re okay.” You looked at Chris wide eyed, your head filling with dread.

“What kind of… abnormalities?” Chris asked, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“We detected some traces of liver enzymes in Y/N’s blood.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, voice shaky with concern.

“No, not at all. It’s actually quite common to have small traces of these enzymes in your blood. Your’s is just on the higher end so we want to make sure it's not something more serious.” You nod your head in confirmation before looking back over at Chris. He gives you a reassuring smile before standing up to shake the doctor's hand.

“Thank you so much doc, really appreciate it.”

“Of course, a nurse will be coming in shortly to go over prep for the procedure and to retrieve your clothing.” The doctor tells you and Chris, before shaking you had. “See you tomorrow.” He says before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him. Not even 30 seconds after he leaves a nurse knocks on the door coming in with your clothing and a small pamphlet.

“Hi Y/N, for your procedure tomorrow there really isn’t much you need to do for prep since we only need to take some blood and then bring it back to the lab. Just make sure to stay away from the foods in this pamphlet.” She tells you as she hands the pamphlet over to Chris before handing you your clothes. “You can change and leave whenever you're done just make sure to stop by the front desk to make your appointment for tomorrow.” She tells you before leaving. You slowly stand up, untying the gown from around you and putting your normal street wear back on. When you're done you take Chris’s hand as he leads you to the front where he schedules the appointment for you.

The drive home is quiet and before Chris can say anything to you, you're jumping out of the car and running into his home. You bypass Dodger as you run upstairs to the room the two of you share. You can hear Chris calling after you but you don’t care. You’re scared about tomorrow and right now all you want to do is escape from the world. Chris finds you in the bedroom, snuggled up under the covers as you try to hide away. You feel the bed dip as Chris sits down on the edge of it next to your huddled up form. He rubs your back for a while before slowly lifting up the blanket to see your tear stained cheeks and red watery eyes looking up at him.

“Oh baby.” He coos before sliding in next to you as you cling onto his shirt.

“I’m sc-scared.” you whimper out only for him to shush you as he strokes your hair.

“It’s okay to be scared, baby. That’s normal but I promise whatever we find out tomorrow that you’ll be okay.”

“How do-do you know-know that?” You sniffle up at him.

“Because you are the bravest, strongest, toughest girl I know. I mean look at ya! You somehow manage to put up with Dodger and me on a daily basis.” He jokes, making you giggle a little. “It’s going to be okay but you need to believe it's going to be okay too.” he tells you. “Can you do that for me?” he asks as you give him a small smile, nodding your head in agreement. He gives you a big smile before giving you a kiss on the forehead and pulling you closer to him.

The rest of the night goes by smoothly but when you awake the next morning your anxiety has resurfaced. You quickly throw on a pair of jeans and a shirt before heading downstairs to the kitchen where you find Chris already up and making breakfast.

“Hey baby, how’d ya sleep?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at you before going back to making his famous scrambled eggs.

“Okay.” you whisper out as you find a seat at the island.

“The eggs are almost done.” he tells you as he grabs two plates from the dishwasher. He loads them up along with some fruit and toast before setting one down in front of you and the other beside you where he usually sits for meals. You wait patiently for Chris as he pours the two of you some juice before sliding into the chair next to you. He smiles at you before digging into his food. You shakily pick up your fork, stabbing some of the egg onto it before bringing it to your lips. Out of the corner of his eye Chris can see your trembling hands. He knows you're nervous so he tries to take your mind off of it by talking.“So I was thinking, maybe we could go to the doctors this morning for your procedure then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves. We can take Dodger on a walk, maybe get some ice cream…” He trails off sending a knowing smile in your direction. Chris knows you love ice cream as it's one of your favorite treats, he was expecting to get some sort of reaction out of you but instead you just hum in agreement as your leg bounces on the edge of the chair. “Baby it’s going to be alright.” Chris says, resting his hand on your bouncing thigh. You look up at him giving him a weak smile before pushing off the chair.

“Thanks for breakfast Chris.” you tell him before heading back upstairs to your room. A frown forms on Chris’s face as he looks down at your plate. You had barely eaten a thing. Chris lets out a sigh before looking down at Dodger who whimpers out, laying his head down in his paws.

“I know buddy, I hope she’s going to be okay too.”

Before you know it Chris is leading your trembling form down one of the hallways in the hospital. Your eyes dart here and there trying to focus on the doctor's white lab coat in front of you as he leads you and Chris to a separate area of the hospital where more advanced blood tests are done. You can hear the doctor talking to Chris but in your anxiety induced state all you can make out is the mumbling of the two men’s voices. The doctor leads you into a room with a large reclining chair that Chris softly guides you to sit down in. Again there’s the muffled noise of the men’s voices but soon they stop as you hear the soft click of the door shutting.

“Hey baby,” Chris says, scooting the chair he was seated in next to you. “How ya feeling.” You look at him, eyes glossy and bottom lip wobbling. “Hey, it’s going to be okay Y/N. Remember what we talked about last night? You’re going to be okay but you have to believe in yourself.” You nod your head slightly. Soon the doctor arrives back with a nurse who explains how everything will work. You jerk at the cold antiseptic wipe she runs over your arm before she pulls out the needle. You know it's small but the thought of it scares you, making you let out a whimper that catches Chris’s attention.“She’s really nervous.” Chris tells the nurse. She looks back at you before speaking up.

“Would you like your boyfriend to hold your hand?” she asks. You shake your head vigorously as Chris lets out a chuckle, standing up and walking around to the other side of you. Your grip on his hand is tight as Chris continues to watch you observe all the vials that need to be filled. When the nurse is ready she instructs you to look at Chris so you don’t have to watch the blood leave your body. You let out a sharp breath as the needle is inserted into your arm, your eyes welling up with tears.

“You’re okay baby, you're doing great.” he comments as he rubs small circles with his thumb on the back of your hand. In only a matter of minutes all the vials are filled and a bandaid is placed over your arm.

“We should know the results in about an hour. You can either stay here or go get something to eat while you’re waiting.” The nurse tells the two of you. Chris looks down at you giving you a smile before looking back up to the nurse.

“I think we’ll go have some lunch first.” The nurse gives you a smile and shakes Chris’s hand before walking the two of you out. “So what do you wanna do for lunch baby?” Chris asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Taco Bell?” you ask him.

As you and Chris munch away on your food he gets a phone call from the hospital informing that your results are ready and to come back whenever you're ready. You had been so calm during lunch, practically forgetting about the test results. You know when Chris stands up to throw out his garbage that it’s time to go and the anxiety returns. As you walk into the hospital Chris has his arm around you again.

“The scary part is done baby, they’re just going to go over the observations with us then we can go home.” You smile up at him as he pulls you a little closer to his form.

This time a nurse leads you to a different room with a long table and chairs on either side. Your doctor and a few other people are already in there when you and Chris arrive. They were all talking quietly but all went silent as you and Chris came in. The doctor comes over to shake your hand and then Chris’s before instructing you to sit. In front of you is a box of tissues, a small paper cup of water, and a plain manila folder. You look over to Chris as he rests a reassuring hand on your thigh. The doctors soon start talking but you quickly zone them out, their scientific words passing right over your head. You catch only chunks and phrases like ‘liver’, ‘weight loss’, ‘nausea’, and ‘loss of appetite’. You have no idea what this all means but when you look at Chris he seems to know and it's not good. Tears are silently running down his cheeks as his hand tries to wipe them away.

“Chris, what’s wrong?” you ask him as he chokes back a sob.

“Y/N, you have cancer.”

Cancer? How could you have cancer? You were healthy and completely fine two years ago. What has changed since then? When the two of you got home Chris finally stopped crying, he knew he needed to be strong for you. He also understood you had no idea what was going to happen to you. Chris motioned for you to come sit on his lap while he rested on the couch.

“Baby, do you know what's wrong?” he asked you, you shook your head no. Why had he been crying? You could get rid of cancer, and you were young and healthy, you would bounce back in no time, so why was Chris so upset over this? “Y/N, you have metastasis liver cancer. The doctors don’t know how you got it, or why you got it so young, but it started down here,” he tells you, pointing to your chest. “But it started to move and now it's up here,” he tells you, pointing to your head. “In your brain.”

“Can’t they get rid of it?” you ask him. Chris looks away from you for a beat, biting his cheek before looking back at you.

“No, they can’t. The chemo treatment would be too risky on your body and could kill you quicker than the cancer.”

“Will I die from this?” you ask Chris, tears now sliding down your cheeks as well as his.

“Yeah, baby. The doctors think you have around a year left.” Chris chokes on the last part as you bury your head into his chest. How could this be happening?

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Chris Evan's Headcanon

Requested HC:

Chris taking you on a date and shows the best places in Boston.

Chris offers to take you out on a small drive.

You asked why.

He simply said he wanted to have a nice drive and stop places he think you'll like.

This was only your second time being in Boston.

The first time was because of his family, you wanted to visit them for Christmas.

That was before he asked you to move into his home.

So you jumped into Chris's car and he seemed pretty happy about it.

Maybe because you never really drove around.

Chris wanted to mess around so he drove passed his school. Talking about how much of a bad kid he was.

You knew he was a troublemaker in school.

Chris first took you to the Fine Art Museum.

He said he went here on a field trip in his art class.

You saw the statues and you two both expressed about the things around.

Everything looks royal to you.

The gold and red fascinated you.

Chris would smile when you really looked at the arts.

He would steal a few glances.

He would find the art he last saw as a kid, finding some of them personal meaning to him.

He sounded so deep with the arts.

After that, you both went back to the car.

He drove for another 20 minutes, finding little places to talk about.

Childhood restaurants that changed or other places.

He took you to Gracenote, a good coffee place he loved.

He ordered you both coffee and you two sat at the window, watching the cars pass by.

You two laughed and Chris thought about the next place to take you.

There were so many places he wanted to take you.

But he knew you weren't leaving any time soon.

He would spend every second with you and not miss a beat.

He took you to the Boston Harbor.

One of the places he knew he would remember from here on out.

He held your hand as you walked along the railing that led out to the water.

His thumb would rub your knuckles.

Once you reached the end, you both looked out to the ocean.

You didn't realize how the sun was already setting.

You spoke to Chris on how beautiful it was.

But then he spoke behind you.

"I think this is more beautiful."

You turned around and saw Chris on one knee.

You gasped and covered your mouth.

Chris smiles up at you.

He was right. The ring in his fingers was more beautiful but that wasn't something you didn't think would beat him.

"You're beautiful. You don't have to say shit, I'm saying yes."

Chris laughs and stands up, taking your hand and slipping the ring onto your finger.

Chris raises your hand to his lips as he placed a kiss on the ring.

"I love you, Y/N."

You raised up to cup his cheek and smiled, "I love you, too."

Then you pulled him down to a kiss.

~~~

Thank you for that request. It was really nice to make. My family fear airplanes so we don't travel much around except for cruises.

Next year I will be going to Alaska for my late birthday present.

I want to go to Boston. I have a friend who lives in Boston and it was her dream to. Boston is one of my favorite places because the Boston Tea Party was one of the things I loved learning in History.

I want to drive around now.

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