#evanstan week 2021

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"The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you."

Evanstan week ~ Day 6: Press Tour

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Evanstan Week Day 5: Clothing/Alternative Universe (@evanstanweek) 

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[musette22]

Burning For You

Title: Burning For You Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan) Rating: Teen and up Word count: 3.1k A/N: Written for Evanstan Week day 6, a late fill for the Alternate Universe prompt. This silly piece of fluff is entirely inspired by the wonder that is the Mountain Lodge candle from the Yankee Candle Company. Yes, the one that inspired this iconic Tumblr post. The one that smells like Chris Evans. 

I was lucky enough to receive one as a gift from the wonderful @howdoyousleep3 and my life hasn't been the same since I smelled it for the first time. Thank you for introducing me to such delights baby K, ilyyy 💖 Also BIG thank you to the @evanstanweek​ team and to my beautiful beta @rainbowsandcoconut who came up with the outline for this fic when I told her my idea! Love you, boo 😘

Summary: Evanstan AU. Sebastian gets a little carried away when raving about the Mountain Lodge candle to a friend. It leads to an unexpected, fragrant encounter.

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“Listen, D. You’ve gotta smell this candle.” Sebastian leans in closer, nearly knocking over his - third - glass of red. “You know I’m not usually a scented candle kinda guy, but this one…” He closes his eyes and tips back his head, an expression of pure bliss on his face. “Incredible. Glorious. Magnificent.”

“You look like you’re about to pull a Meg Ryan in When Harry met Sally over there, Seb.”

Sebastian straightens, giving Deirdre a meaningful look across the table at the low-key SoHo bar they’re having drinks at. “You kid, but I’m this close. It’s that good, not even exaggerating.”

“Sure you’re not,” Deirdre huffs, lifting her glass and taking a sizeable gulp of her Cosmopolitan.

“Fine, don’t believe me,” Sebastian shrugs. “You know, I pity you for not having experienced the delights of the Mountain Lodge candle, really. If you knew what it smelled like, you’d be singing its praises too, believe me.”

Deirdre rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Fine, I’ll bite. What does it smell like, Sebastian, pray tell.”

Sebastian sits up eagerly. “It smells…” he starts, “like an evening in that lodge in the Green Mountains we rented with the others a couple of years ago. Remember that? How it felt to relax by the fire after a long day of hiking, the scent of cedarwood and toasted marshmallows in the air?”

“Hmmm,” Deirdre agrees. “That was nice, yeah. But hardly worth busting a nut over, I’d say.”

Sebastian holds up a single finger. “I'm not done. Because this candle doesn’t just smell like the lodge, it also smells like the lumberjack living at the lodge.”

Deirdre frowns. “There was no lumberjack living at the –”

“The metaphorical lumberjack, D, god. Work with me here a little.”

“Oh right, okay. Gotcha.”

“It smells,” Sebastian continues, undeterred, “like soft, worn flannel. Like beard oil and a hint of clean sweat. It smells like a big, strong, gorgeous man who just got done hewing a ginormous tree with his massive axe and cutting it down into firewood, which he’s now using to light the very fireplace in front of which he’ll make sweet, sweet love to you, on the rug that’s actually the skin of a bear that attacked his rescue dog and which this man fought off and killed with his own bare hands.”

“Whooofffff,” Deirdre says, fanning herself with a napkin. “Fine, I’m starting to see the attraction.”

“It smells…” Sebastian goes on, pausing for dramatic effect before delivering his clincher, “like Chris Evans.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Deirdre groans loudly, sagging back in her chair. “Ughh, shoulda known this was coming. For chrissake, Sebastian, you literally cannot go even one night without bringing up Chris Evans, can you?”

“I totally can,” Sebastian protests, like the mature, professional, Times-employed literary critic he is. “But you don’t understand, D. This candle, it’s actually like they bottled the very essence of Chris Evans and then infused a candle with it. It’s life-changing.”

“Yeah, yeah, you have a permanent boner for Chris Evans, you wanna marry him and have his little bearded babies, tell me something I don’t know,” Deirdre sighs, draining the last of her drink and immediately starting to look around for the waiter to order a new one. Distantly, Sebastian notices the song playing in the background changing to The Smith’s ‘Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want'. Ah, if only.

“Listen to me,” Sebastian insists, unconsciously starting to speak louder, like he’s some small-town preacher trying to make his ignorant clergy see the light. “Deirdre, darling, you’re one of my oldest friends. I wouldn’t lie to you. I swear, when you smell this candle, you too will feel like you’re being engulfed in the embrace of the brilliant, spectacular, totally unique smokeshow that goes by the name of Chris Evans. It’s as if the man himself is wrapping those huge, muscled arms of his around you, crushing you to his wide chest as you tuck your face into the crook of his neck while his beard brushes your temple and you inhale his masculine scent of cologne, sex and clean, honest sweat, I swear to god – D, are you even listening?”

At some point during the last part of Sebastian’s homily, Deirdre’s eyes drifted to a point over his right shoulder and got stuck there.

“Did you just- zone out?” Sebastian asks indignantly, waving a hand in front of her face. She doesn’t even blink. “Hello? Earth to Deirdre.”

“Seb,” Deirdre says, still not looking at Sebastian.

“Oh, I see,” Sebastian barrels on. “Here I am, pouring my heart out, telling you I found a candle that smells exactly like the man of my dreams and you’re just… What are you doing, actually? Are you okay?”

At this point, Deirdre’s eyes have gone comically round, mouth hanging open just a little. “Sebastian,” she repeats, more urgently now – and just as he’s turning his head to find out what put that dumbfounded look on her face, someone nearby clears their throat.

Sebastian startles, looking up at the man who’s appeared next to their table.

“Hi,” the man says in a deep, rich voice.

A deep, rich voice that Sebastian knows all too well. A deep, rich voice that belongs to none other than Chris Evans, Hollywood heartthrob and actual smokeshow, himself.

Oh.

Sebastian gapes while Chris, dressed in dark wash jeans, a red flannel shirt and a brown shearling jacket, smiles at him patiently. He’s all soft-looking beard and strong nose and bulging biceps and long, lean legs, and Sebastian has died and gone to heaven.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” Chris says, “but was just sitting a table over and I couldn’t help but overhear.”

And from one moment to the next, Sebastian crashes forcefully back to earth. His whole body goes cold, the blood draining from his face so quickly he feels dizzy with it.

Fuck. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. There is no way this is actually happening.

Except it is.

Sebastian had just been extremely, loudly and publicly horny about the very guy that’s standing next to him right now. The guy who is no doubt about to give Sebastian a piece of his mind at best, and a right hook to the jaw at worst. And honestly, he’d deserve it.

Since Sebastian wouldn’t even know where to begin apologizing, he says nothing. Just keeps staring at Chris in ever-growing horror, his pulse pounding in his ears so loudly it almost drowns out the miserable sound of Morrissey still pleading in the background.

Chris clears his throat. “So,” he says, bringing up a hand to rub the back of his neck. “This candle smells like me, huh?”

Sebastian groans, hiding his face in his hands. “Shit. Fuck. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean- Oh my god, please, please, please just forget you heard any of that.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

Puzzled, Sebastian chances a glance at Chris from between his fingers. He’s partly still covering his face out of embarrassment, and partly because Chris is so gorgeous in real life that Sebastian isn’t sure he could look at him directly without spontaneously combusting. It’s like staring at the fucking sun. He doesn’t seem too angry, though, thank god. In fact, there’s an amused twinkle in his blue eyes that makes Sebastian’s shoulders relax infinitesimally.

“Because it was incredibly inappropriate?” Sebastian suggests, honestly a bit confused about having to explain this to him.

“I don’t know,” Chris shrugs. “It sounded pretty great. Kinda want to smell it for myself now.”

For some unfathomable reason – probably because unexpectedly seeing his long-time celebrity crush in the flesh broke his brain, Sebastian blurts out, “Oh, I don’t have it with me. It’s back at my apartment.”

Slowly, Chris raises a single eyebrow. The look sends a shiver straight down Sebastian’s spine, from the crown of his head right down to his toes. “Is it now?”

“Yeah,” Sebastian replies breathlessly.

Chris’s gaze drops down to Sebastian’s brown leather boots before slowly travelling back up to his face. “I gotta say, normally someone would at least have to buy me dinner first, but…” He trails off, looking Sebastian straight in the eye before finishing, “I am really curious about this candle.”

“You are?” Sebastian says dumbly, and then “Ow!” when Deirdre delivers an impressively precise kick to his shin under the table. He turns to give her a betrayed look, but when he meets her eyes, with which she’s clearly trying very hard to communicate something to him, he finally catches on. “Oh!” Sebastian whips back around to Chris, staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “I- you- you mean like…” He swallows hard. “You wanna come back to my place to, uh, smell the candle?”

Although Chris’s expression remains amused, there’s a hint of trepidation there as well. “Sure,” he says, smiling crookedly. “If… that’s something you’re up for?”

Sebastian’s mind races. The way he sees it, there are two possibilities. Either Chris Evans is actually standing here in the flesh, propositioning him, or Sebastian hit his head in the bathroom earlier and is actually just lying on the dirty tile floor, hallucinating as a result of severe head trauma. The second option seems by far the most likely, but then, his shin does hurt like a sonuvabitch.

Well, fuck.

Sebastian clears his throat and sits up straighter, running a hand through his longish hair. “I mean, yeah, that’s- wow. That. That would be okay with me, uh huh. You mean like, now?”

“If that works for you?”

Without thinking, Sebastian says, “Well, I’m here with Deirdre –” before letting out another sharp yelp as said Deirdre crushes his toes under her heel. “Jesus, D!”

Deirdre ignores him. “Ohhh, would you look at the time,” she exclaims, holding up her wrist which very much doesn’t have a watch on it. “Boy, it’s much later than I thought. I really oughta get going, early start tomorrow.” She yawns theatrically, then grabs her purse and throws down two twenties on the table. “It was lovely seeing you, Sebastian, Chris… Evans,” she adds, with a wooden nod in Chris’s direction. “Hope you two have a lovely evening, bye now!”

And she’s gone.

They both stare after her for a second, and then Chris chuckles – a low sound that reverberates pleasantly in Sebastian’s chest. “Well,” Chris says, turning back towards him. “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Chris.”

Sebastian stands, taking Chris’s hand, which is warm and big and ever so slightly calloused, and exactly like Sebastian always imagined. “Yeah, I know,” he says, because he’s cool like that. And then, in a show of bravura that surprises even himself, Sebastian holds Chris’s gaze, tilts his head a fraction, and says, “So uh, my place?”

Chris smiles, casually dropping a few bills on the table, more than enough to cover their drinks, before taking a step to the side to let Sebastian pass. “Lead the way,” he says, lightly resting his hand on the small of Sebastian’s back as they make their way towards the exit.

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It’s only once they’re outside and the cold February night air manages to cool down Sebastian’s overheated brain somewhat that it occurs to him to ask if Chris wasn’t at the bar with anyone.

“I met a friend for drinks but he just left,” Chris explains. “I was just waiting for the bill when I overheard you guys.”

“And you’re sure you don’t have any other plans?” Sebastian asks, because he’s nothing if not a self-sabotaging idiot.

They’re still standing outside the bar, the golden light radiating from a nearby lamppost decorated with a cluster of luminous orbs making Chris look softer, somehow. Still a Hollywood heartthrob, but also charmingly human. Unfortunately, it does absolutely nothing to make Sebastian any less infatuated. If anything, it only endears Chris to him more, which he really didn’t think was possible.

“Not really, no,” Chris replies, amusement in his tone. “I was just gonna go back to my hotel and read for a bit.”

Sebastian perks up at the mention of his area of expertise. “Oh, yeah? What’re you reading?”

“I haven’t started it yet, but it’s this history of space travel? I read a great review of it in the Times the other day, so I thought I’d give it a go.” With a self-deprecating smile, Chris adds, “I’m kind of a space nerd.”

Sebastian blinks. “Not ‘To Infinity and Beyond’, by any chance?”

“That’s the one,” Chris confirms. “You know it?”

“I wrote the review.”

Chris’s eyes go round. “You did not.”

In lieu of replying, Sebastian digs up his wallet from his pocket, takes out his Times-employee card and holds it up for Chris’s inspection.

“Huh,” Chris says, studying the card. “What are the odds.” When his eyes turn back to Sebastian’s, he suddenly breaks out into a grin, wide and boyish. “Well, I guess that explains a thing or two.”

“How do you mean?” Sebastian frowns.

“I mean, that review was brilliantly written so you clearly have a way with words.” With a sly look, Chris goes on, “which explains your colorful descriptions of that candle earlier. The masculine scent of cologne, sex and clean, honest sweat was especially vivid.”

Sebastian groans, dragging a hand down over his face. “Jesus Christ, this is so embarrassing.”

Chris eyes shine with genuine mirth as he laughs, “Hey, come on, don’t worry about it.” He takes a step closer, ducking his head to try and catch Sebastian’s eyes, which are now firmly fixed on the pavement in an attempt to conjure up a hole to swallow him. “Call me a narcissist, but I didn’t exactly hate overhearing a gorgeous guy describing me as the man of his dreams.”

“Oh god,” Sebastian mutters, feeling himself turn a fetching shade of crimson. Trying to hide his blush, he turns around abruptly and nearly walks into the lamppost.

Chris, his savior, his knight in shining armor, manages to grab him by the back of his coat just in time to avoid the imminent collision. Sebastian still stumbles, but strong, capable arms wrapping securely around his waist keep him upright.

Carefully, Sebastian turns in Chris’s embrace so they’re facing each other, though he can’t quite make himself look Chris in the eye yet. “I’m guessing you caught on to this by now,” Sebastian tells the St Christopher pendant resting on Chris’s sternum, “but I’m kind of a disaster.”

Chris just hums, lifting a hand to tilt up Sebastian’s chin with his index finger, a small smile playing on his lips. “A beautiful one, though,” he whispers into the negligible space between them, before he closes that space and presses soft, full lips to Sebastian’s own.

Sebastian can’t suppress the small sound that escapes him when their lips meet, eyes closing on instinct as he lets himself sink into the kiss. Lets Chris take charge and coax open Sebastian’s mouth by running the tip of his tongue along the seam of his lips. Sebastian doesn’t think twice about letting him in. When their tongues touch, sweet and soft and languid, he trembles, pressing closer. Chris tastes a little like beer, and while Sebastian’s never been overly fond of beer, it takes approximately two seconds of being kissed by the hottest man on the planet for it to magically turn into Sebastian’s new favorite taste. Ever.

The kiss starts off slow; a little cautious maybe, as if Chris still isn’t entirely sure it’s welcomed. But then Sebastian’s hands find their way to Chris’s waist, fingers gripping tightly, and Chris slides a hand into Sebastian’s hair, angling his head gently to the left to deepen the kiss – and suddenly, Sebastian’s entire body feels like it’s on fire. He moans, relishing the feel of Chris's soft beard scratching at his clean-shaven cheeks, and way Chris takes control of the kiss, like something right out of every embarrassing fantasy he's ever had.

When Chris hums against his lips, as if he’s enjoying this just as much as Sebastian is, Sebastian’s knees go all weak and useless. It’s a good thing that Chris is there, tightening his left arm around his waist and pulling him more securely against the hard lines of his own body – which actually doesn’t do a thing to help Sebastian’s current knee situation. He whimpers, curling his hands into the fabric of Chris’s coat to anchor himself.

When Chris finally breaks the kiss, he doesn’t go far. His breathing has deepened, warm puffs of air caressing Sebastian’s tingling, wet lips. Sebastian exhales shakily. The way his head is spinning might be partially due to the wine, but it's definitely mostly because of Chris sweeping him off his feet with his smooth, movie star ways.

Needing a moment to gain his composure before he speaks, Sebastian buries his face in the crook of Chris’s neck, taking a deep, steadying breath –

Oh.

“I fucking knew it,” he groans.

Sebastian feels rather than hears Chris’s quiet laugh; feels the vibrations of it shake his broad chest under Sebastian’s palms. “Yeah? Do I really smell like your candle?”

“Better,” Sebastian mutters. On instinct, he presses his lips against Chris’s exposed neck, eliciting a shiver from him.

“You know,” Chris rumbles into Sebastian’s ear. “I still think I need to smell this magical thing for myself. Make sure you’re not just flattering me to get into my pants, y'know?”

Christ.

“Yeah,” Sebastian nods. “Definitely, good thinking. Empirical evidence is paramount. In fact, it’s totally possible I’m just mixing things up right now because my brain’s all” – he makes a poof motion with his hands, trusting Chris will get his drift – “so I think maybe I’ll need to do some comparative research.”

Chris tilts his head in though. “Hands-on research?”

“I think that’s best, yes,” Sebastian concurs.

“Right. Well, out of the two of us, you’re definitely the higher educated one, so I’m just gonna take your word for that.” After a beat, Chris adds, “as long as I get to test a theory or two of my own.”

“Oh?” Sebastian licks his lips. “Such as?”

The wicked glint in Chris’s eyes is the only warning he gets before Chris is sliding his hand back into Sebastian’s hair and giving it a firm, experimental tug.

“Ah,” Sebastian breathes, his eyelids fluttering, the blood rushing south so fast he feels dizzy – again.

Chris grins smugly. “Such as that.”

“Okay,” Sebastian croaks. “Yeah, that seems fair.” Wasting no more time, he reaches out to grab Chris’s free hand and starts to pull him along the pavement in the direction of his apartment.

Chris, laughing as he squeezes Sebastian’s hand, follows closely behind.  

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[the1918]

Until One Day, We Won’t Be 

by @the1918 for @evanstanweek​​ 2021

CHAPTERS: 7/7 - 8k Words - Complete RATING: Explicit SHIP: Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan TAGS: Evanstan Week 2021, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Kiss, First Time, Top Chris Evans, Bottom Sebastian Stan, Anal Sex, References to Switching, Intercrural Sex, Happily Ever After

six times Chris and Sebastian were alone.

[ + one time they were not. ]

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[luninosity]

And - final @evanstanweek fic!

Prompt 7, “holidays,” this time...which, um...became International Talk Like A Pirate Day. And implied imminent sex, and piratical roleplay, and terrible, terrible jokes. And maybe something like a marriage proposal. 1,490 words, no warnings.

Read at AO3 here! Or here on tumblr below.

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“Hey, Seb,” Chris says.

 Sebastian, lazily settled against Chris’s chest and halfway through reading a script for a potential upcoming Shakespeare adaptation, looks up and says, “For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?”

 Chris laughs, and retorts with, “I do love nothing in the world so well as you,” because Chris knows Much Ado About Nothing decently well, too. “Know what day it is?”

 “Saturday?”

 “Yeah, but also International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Scott just sent me like ten terrible pirate jokes. What does a pirate use his cellphone for?”

 “Oh my god,” Sebastian says.

 “Booty calls.”

 “No.”

 “Come on, that was awesome. All of these…arrrr.”

 “I’ll divorce you,” Sebastian threatens, not seriously because he’s extremely comfortable right here in morning sunshine on the pillowy sofa with Chris at his back and Dodger draped over their feet.

 “You like terrible puns,” Chris says, “I know you do,” and then, “wait, we’re not even married!”

 “Exactly,” Sebastian retorts, with emphasis, and goes back to squabbling Shakespearean lovers.

 “You’re thinking about us being married.” Chris points a finger at him. “You love me. And the terrible puns.”

 “If you say anything about a Jolly Roger,” Sebastian says, “we’re not having sex for like a week.”

 “Can I ask if you’re prepared to be boarded?”

 Sebastian sighs, sits up, and kisses the love of his life, mostly because that’s always a good distraction. It works like a charm; Chris dives into kissing him and being kissed with every drop of enthusiasm that makes up that huge rainbow-hued exuberant heart.

 Kind of unfortunately, Sebastian’s head also briefly pictures Chris in a pirate’s hat. With a parrot.

 He resolutely ignores that image, and climbs into Chris’s lap, instead.

  Around lunchtime, Chris asks what he feels like as far as food. Sebastian opens his mouth, and then Chris says, “If we were pirates we could get barr-beque,” and Sebastian throws a couch-pillow at him.

 Chris apologizes for that one, though he’s laughing. Sebastian sighs.

 They get pizza, in the end.

  “Hey, Seb,” Chris says later, as they’re turning toward home, out with Dodger in the afternoon breeze, wandering around under trees like ruffled green dancers beneath a big blue sky.

 “Don’t you dare,” Sebastian says, hand held securely in Chris’s.

 “Why couldn’t the pirates play cards?”

 “Because the captain was standing on the deck,” Sebastian says.

 Chris’s whole face lights up. “You know that one?”

 Sebastian narrows eyes at him. “It was the logical answer!”

 “Why’re you anti-pirate?”

 “I’m actually not,” Sebastian says. “I’m kind of pro-pirate. Plundering, specifically. Getting, um, pillaged behind that tree.”

 “I love your ideas,” Chris agrees, and pushes him up against a friendly tree trunk and kisses him and gets hands all over him, pinning his wrists to tree-bark, sneaking under his shirt, pushing between Sebastian’s thighs, with Chris’s body large and hot and hard and adoring and pressed up against him. They make out in the woods until they’re both breathless and giddy and Sebastian’s about one caress away from coming in his pants, laughing, clinging to Chris, a leaf in his hair and mud on his boots, loving everything about his life.

  Chris kind of gives up on the talk-like-a-pirate day jokes, after that. Possibly this is because Sebastian’s distractions via sex have worked, or possibly not; either way, Chris seems apologetic about it, and even makes dinner, one of his mom’s cozy classic pasta recipes. He also opens a new bottle of decently expensive red wine Sebastian hadn’t known they had, and grabs the space-themed wineglass, the one etched with tiny stars.

 “I don’t mind your terrible pirate puns,” Sebastian says. Chris prefers beer, he knows.

 “Yeah, I know. I don’t know.” Chris shrugs. “Just felt like being nice to you.”

 “Why pirate day or whatever it is, again?”

 Chris shrugs again. “Just kinda fun? Random?”

 Sebastian considers Chris’s face, and the wineglass, and his own love. And then looks down at his toes, and tells Chris, “I’m wearing the wrong socks, then.”

 “Huh?”

 “Y’know, for the whole pirate thing. They should be, what…arrr-gyle?”

 “Oh my god,” Chris says, “I love you, I fucking love you, Seb.”

 “I might need more wine,” Sebastian says. “Especially if it’s from the…sand bar.” It’s the actual worst joke he’s ever made.

 Chris starts laughing so hard he has to grab the counter, and also Sebastian’s shoulder.

 Sebastian grins. Even his socks feel smug.

  They’re too full after pasta to do much about pillaging, so they flop down on the sofa and watch a documentary about Mars for a while. Chris gets a fire going, and the wind purrs outside, and Dodger’s snoring in his bed, and it’s so domestic and so perfect that Sebastian’s eyes get a little prickly and his heart feels a little shaky. Sometimes he still can’t believe it: being here, being part of Chris’s life. Himself, Sebastian Stan. Loved so deeply and so well.

 Because he loves Chris so damn much, he leans over to bite Chris’s shoulder. Chris grins and pets his hair, and even tugs slightly, because they both know how that dominance goes right to Sebastian’s head and stomach and happy cock; it does now, too, as usual.

 “You want me to do something about that,” Chris beckons, “maybe take care of you a little, if you’re needing some attention, Seb?” and his voice turns all low and rumbly and commanding, and fuck yeah, but:

 “One sec,” Sebastian announces, and hops up, and runs to their bedroom. He’s got a plan.

 He doesn’t have a whole lot that he can work with as far as costumes, pirates not having been a feature of most of his random daydreams, but he’s come up with a few ideas. A loose open white shirt, skinny black pants, a scarf tied around his waist. Some eyeliner. Some of his older jewelry, chunky extravagant rings and necklaces. He grins at himself in the mirror: some sort of haphazard pirate-steampunk-twink grins right back.

 He runs back out to the living room, where Chris is sitting up and being kind of puzzled, though that expression shifts the second Sebastian pops back in. Chris groans, “You’re just doing this to fuck with me, now, aren’t you…”

 “I was kind of hoping you’d be doing the fucking,” Sebastian says helpfully. “You know. On board with that. You can, um, come bury your…treasure…right here.”

 “Jesus,” Chris mutters, but he’s shaking his head, smiling, trying not to laugh. “Okay, okay, point made. Got it. Aye, captain. Or something.”

 “You’re right,” Sebastian says. “This is fun. Come claim my booty. Your booty. However that works. I’m all yours anyway.” He is. Body, heart, soul: everything he’s got, everything he is. He’s Chris’s.

 “I love you.” Chris gets up and comes over, hands settling on Sebastian’s shoulders, drawing him in close. “Where’d you find the scarf?”

 “It’s an old one. I thought maybe you could tie me up with it. Bend me over the bed—the railing, the captain’s bunk, whatever—and have your way with me.”

 “Are you the pirate, or am I?”

 “Maybe I’m your captive,” Sebastian considers. “You know, the dashing daring pirate adventurer that you keep chasing, good upright naval officer that you are, and you’ve finally caught me.”

 “And I’m about to do everything I can think of to you,” Chris jumps in. “Make you beg for mercy. Make you bend over for me, and spread those pretty legs. Make you take my cock, and like it.” His hand lifts Sebastian’s chin, fingers biting down: not too hard, and he’s grinning, eyes made of wicked loving conspiratorial blue. “That what you had in mind?”

 “Totally,” Sebastian says. “I mean, aye. Yarr. Yo, ho, ho, and rum, and all that. I think I like your holiday. Um. Chris?”

 “Yeah?” Chris’s thumb strokes his cheek, too gently for an angry naval officer. “Somethin’ you need, before I haul you off to my cabin?”

 “What I said earlier,” Sebastian says, “about being married to you…about us getting married…I mean, this isn’t me asking, it’ll be way more perfect whenever that happens, don’t worry, but…I just wanted to say…yeah. I do think about that. I kind of think about that a lot. I want all the weird random holidays with you. Forever.”

 Chris’s smile’s so wide and bright that it fills up the world, every fantasy and every holiday all rolled into one expression. His hand’s still cupping Sebastian’s face; the other comes to rest on Sebastian’s hip, over the scarf, with something like reverence. He says, “Guess what, Seb.”

 “Something about pirates and being a good…mate?”

 “Well, yeah, obviously that. My mate.” Chris leans in to kiss him; Sebastian’s entire body thrills to the claiming. “But also…we’ve been pretty much thinking the same things, about that. If you were wondering. I want all the weird random holidays and terrible puns and fucking perfect pirate role-play, forever, with you.”

[evanstanweek]

So is round 3 actually happening??

I'm not sure yet, to be honest. I made a post a few days ago about a potential way to make a round 3 happen that hasn't received much of a response yet and it also depends on how many people join our upcoming round 2 (August 2nd to August 8th) and feel like joining a potential round 3.

I'm gonna be a lot busier starting in September and I am willing to organise a 3rd round because I'm sure I will manage to find time somehow (I do really love Evanstan and love organising things!). But organising events like these does take time and I don't want to organise something no one is interested in. I hope that makes sense?

Anyway, if people are interested in round 3 do please let me know! And please join round 2 if you are interested. I would love to see your works and I am sure others would love to see them to! Even if you create just one things, it would be amazing. Can you tell I am anxious no one will join, lol.

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's [13-09-2021 - 19-09-2021] reading log is here! As always I mainly read Stucky fics but a few absolutely lovely Evanstan fics are also present this week. I am so glad for fics, they've been providing exactly the distraction I need these days. Thank you to all the wonderful authors for providing me (and the rest of the fandom) with such beautiful works. I am posting this reading log a teeny tiny bit later than usual, I just really wanted to include the final fic and was still reading (and loving) it! :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Restricted AO3 fics are marked with a 🔒

Afterglow by earthseraph [Stucky, 4,6k words, Mature]

“How can I help you, Natasha?” He side eyes her as he swipes on deodorant, watching as she files her nails from where she’s perched atop a shorter row of cubbies.

“I think the question is how can I help you, James.”

“And what do you think you can help me with?”

“Steve,” she says simply.

He turns to look at her, his mission to find his hoodie momentarily delayed, “I don’t need your help with Steve.”

“Yes,” She flicks her eyes up from her nails, “you do.”

(Or: The One Where Bucky and Steve are Actually Mates and Bucky Doesn't Know It.)

lift me up by greenbergsays [Stucky, 3,8k words, Explicit]

Steve worries that Bucky preferred his smaller, more Omega-appropriate body to the new, bigger, more Alpha-like body of Captain America.

Bucky finds that thought utterly ridiculous.

(baby won’t you please) run your fingers through my hair by luninosity @luninosity [Evanstan, 19,8k words, Explicit]

“I can’t just Google sex dungeons,” Chris says, “even if it is for a role.” Sebastian says, “I might know a place.”

Grab Your Things (I've Come to Take You Home) by belovedmuerto [Stucky, 22,3k words, Teen]

Steve getting hit with some sparkly purple sh*t during a battle and left with all of his old ailments gives Bucky the opportunity to do something he's been meaning to do for ages.

the hand you want to hold is a weapon (and you're nothing but skin) by voxofthevoid @voxofthevoid [Stucky, 13,8k words, Explicit]

“Alien…aphrodisiac.” James blinks and takes a few deep breaths, absorbing the information to scratch his head over later. Steve’s the priority now. “At least tell me he didn’t leap into the path of the alien whatever.”

The Widow laughs. It’s half for show, James knows, but he thinks he can see genuine amusement in her cool green eyes. Steve’s better at reading her, but Steve’s apparently busy rubbing one out in the bathroom.

“Not this time,” she says. “It’s not a weapon. One of the scientists grabbed the first thing they could in a panic. Steve was the only one in the room with them and got a faceful of blue dust. The effects took a couple of hours to show.”

“And the scientist who used it?”

“Was trying to fuck a wall, last I saw.”

James grimaces.

“It’s not very dignified,” the Widow adds, noting his expression. “Like I said, either the serum’s handling the worst of it, or Steve’s real superpower is his moral compass.”

- Steve gets sex-pollened. He handles it just fine, and then Bucky shows up.

Feeling Just Peachy by this_wayward_life @wayward-lives [Stucky, 1,2k words, Explicit]

It had been Clint's turn to choose the movie, and Disney's Robin Hood was playing. Usually, Steve would be riveted, charmed by the woodland creatures and blown away by the animation, but all higher brain function had flown out the window as soon as Bucky started shifting. Now, half an hour in with Bucky wriggling around like an eel, Steve's hard enough to pound nails and praying that Bucky won't notice.

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Day 9 - Accidental Stimulation

one step closer by flowerparrish [Stucky, 3,7k words, Teen]

Bucky doesn’t actually mean to discover it the way he does. He’s just going through Steve’s Wikipedia page one night when he can’t sleep, and he discovers a short paragraph about Steve coming out as bisexual and advocating for LGBT rights.

Break Faith by hitlikehammers [Stucky, 3,7k words, Teen]

Five seconds.

Bucky doesn’t understand why Bruce seems to feel the need to count.

Out loud.

Avengers: Endgame Fix-It.

The New Age by AustinB [Stucky, 6,7k words, Teen]

“You’re good at the future,” Steve says, a little downcast.

Bucky doesn’t notice. He grins, “I always thought I would be.”

(AU: Bucky and Steve were both on the plane when Steve put it in the Arctic.)

🔒 Happy Accidents by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) [Stucky, 29,7k words, Explicit]

Bucky's still in cryo. Steve is in New York, angry and unsettled. And then Trump takes a photo in front of a Captain America mural like Steve has ever supported anything he says or does. So Steve enlists Pepper to throw a costume gala for LGBTQIA causes, and to celebrate his coming out.

It's a terrible idea, especially when a bunch of people come dressed as Bucky.

But then Steve meets a tall dark stranger...

nb: the Trump content of this fic is essentially zero other than as an inciting incident in the first couple paras.

The Man Behind the Mask by greenbergsays [Stucky, 3,7k words, Teen]

“It’s already been paid for,” the barista told him and then pointed toward the man that had been in front of Bucky. Even shadowed under the cap and hidden behind thick-rimmed hipster glasses, it was far too easy to recognize that face.

Steve Rogers.

That was most definitely Steve Rogers -- aka, Captain fuckin’ America -- in semi-disguise, loitering as he waited for his drink.

Steve Rogers paid for his drink. Steve Rogers heard what he said. Christ, that was embarrassing.

--

Or: the one where Bucky Barnes meets Steve Rogers in Starbucks.

🌻 Dad, There's a Demon in Our House by humapuma @humapuma [Stucky, 6,5k words, Explicit]

Steve was sure he was dreaming, noting the strange weight that settled on his hips. The images in his mind faded as he began to wake up but the pressure didn’t dissipate. His eyes snapped open then and he looked up, finding a glowing blue gaze on him. A deep, sultry voice filled the silent room. “Hi there.”

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In the years following Peggy's death, Steve has struggled as a single father to their teenaged daughter. When he fails to connect with her, she finds support in a group that spends their time summoning demons and opening portals onto other planes of existence. This leads to a number of strange creatures finding their way into Steve and Sarah's home, including an ancient fallen angel who seems to think Steve is pretty cute.

You Didn't Know? by Batfink [Stucky, 1,1k words, Explicit]

“Wait, you didn't know?” The first Bucky asked, staring across at Steve who was gaping at the second Bucky.

“Of course I didn't know there were two of you.” Steve exclaimed. “How the hell could I know there were two of you, how the hell are there even two of you?”

Barnes Sandwich by Batfink [Stucky, 2,2k words, Explicit]

Suddenly, it was an entirely different fight. James pulled his wrists free from Bucky's grip and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him down closer as he kissed back. Bucky slid his fingers into James' hair and held on while their tongues met. Hips pushing against each other.

This is the smutty follow up to 'You didn't know'. You don't need to have read it, but it does explain why there are two of Bucky.

🌻 I read and thought and wrote about you by unremarkable @otp-holic [Stucky, 1,4k words, Teen]

Bucky is sure Steve, his mission, is telling the truth the moment he throws himself into the water after him and from that moment on he remembers everything. Everything.

For StuckyBingo Round three: SB045 N2- Soldier

Nothing in the world that could stop it by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 8,1k words, Explicit]

Bucky just wanted to send his best friend a picture of his cat being an idiot while he was taking a bath. Was it really his fault for forgetting the full length mirror right opposite the tub?

The Sunscreen Wars by greyhavensking @greyhavensking [Stucky, 4,4k words, Teen]

Steve Rogers doesn't wear sunscreen. This frustrates Bucky Barnes to no end.

(But really, it goes deeper than that.)

🌻 A Place Not Far Away by luninosity [Evanstan, 38,1k words, Explicit]

It's time for the Evans Family Farm annual Harvest Festival. Sebastian's here to do a story about it. Chris Evans, like apple cider, is delicious.

[mekana47]

2021 The Old Guard Round Robin

Welcome to the 2021 The Old Guard Round Robin event.

Anyone who has written for The Old Guard is welcome to join in the festive fun of creating a team-focused story with a group of other writers.

If you haven’t seen or participated in a Robin Robin, here are the basics (h/t to @luninosity for her original Evanstan Round Robin rules that I’ve adapted here).

A round robin fic is where everyone agrees on a vague plot, and we all write one chapter of it (except for the organizer, in this case myself, who writes the first and last chapter). You will have an estimated 3 days to write your chapter, once the previous chapter is posted, although this will depend on how many people sign up. Signing up means you are committed to writing at least 500 words (although are very welcome to write more than that!) and posting it on an agreed-upon date. Posting will take place sometime between the next week or two, and the week of Christmas Day, also dependent on how many people sign up.

If you are interested in participating, fill out this form https://forms.gle/nnLT4NXuzKVeCs6t7 before November 15, 2021 ends everywhere in the world.

There are more rules/general guidelines under the cut. By signing up you are agreeing to these terms and conditions so please review them before doing so.

1. You are committing to writing one chapter, posted on an agreed-upon date, of at least 500 words. If *life* gets in the way, as it does, and you will be unable to fulfill your commitment, please give me as much notice as is possible so I can reorganize the schedule. Also, if something might come up that day, it’s always better to post earlier than later.

2. Our goal is to be inclusive and to have fun, so please avoid anything that would need an AO3 warning (character death, underage, etc) and topics that may be triggers or squicks (for example non-con, abuse, self-harm, or really *heavy* BDSM).

3. Sex scenes are fine but please keep it contained within your own contribution - not everyone is comfortable writing sex, so please don’t get the person following you right to the brink and then hand the climax off to the next person (exception: if you know and have discussed this with the person writing immediately after you, and they’re cool with that, then that’s fine.)

4. As I hope should be obvious, racism or bigotry of any kind will absolutely not be tolerated.

5. Remember, this is meant to be a collaborative effort. Your chapter should, at least somewhat, pick up where the previous chapter left off. For example, if someone says they’re in a cabin in Norway, don’t randomly without explanation decide they’re actually in a hotel in Morocco. Likewise, don’t have a character wake up and go, “wow, that last chapter was all a terrible dream!” You are not writing your own mini-fic that relates to the overall theme, you are writing the *next chapter* of a hopefully-cohesive story. Respect your fellow authors by not ignoring what they wrote in their chapters, and the person following you should do the same.

6. Have fun with it! Your chapter is still your own and you are free to be as creative as you’d like. Part of the fun is the invention and additions (not contradictions) to the story!

7. You can discuss your chapter ideas, seek input, and/or have a beta, if you want, but it can also be fun to surprise everyone when your chapter suddenly goes live. Again, have fun!

[paperstorm]

Evanstan Round Robin 2021 sign-up

Hi everyone! Enough interest has been expressed so we are going forward!

How this works, if you haven’t participated before:

Everyone who writes Evanstan is welcome! A round robin fic is where everyone agrees on a vague plot, and we all write one chapter of it (except for the organizer, in this case myself, who writes the first and last chapter). You will have an estimated 3 days to write your chapter, although this will depend on how many people sign up. Signing up means you are committed to writing at least 500 words (although are very welcome to write more than that!) and posting it on an agreed-upon date. Posting will take place sometime between the next week or two, and the week of Christmas Day, also dependent on how many people sign up.

Most people seem to be on board with "Chris's new hobby of piano playing, Chris and Seb celebrating Christmas with their combined families" as our very vague prompt, but that's not set in stone yet if anyone has any objections.

If you are interested in participating, here’s what I need from you.

Please send an email to evanstanroundrobin@gmail.com before November 12, 2021, at midnight Central Time/CST. [what time is that for me?] Your email address will not be shared publicly.

In this email, I will need your tumblr url and AO3 handle. You will provide additional information in further emails. If you have either an aversion to or suggestion for our proposed plot, please include those as well in this email. Otherwise I will assume you are on board with it as-is.

There are more rules/general guidelines under the cut. By signing up you are agreeing to these terms and conditions so please review them before doing so.

You are committing to writing one chapter, posted on an agreed-upon date, of at least 500 words. If *life* gets in the way, as it does, and you will be unable to fulfill your commitment, please give me as much notice as is possible so I can reorganize the schedule.

Our goal is to be inclusive and to have fun, so please avoid anything that would need an AO3 warning (character death, underage, etc) and topics that may be triggers or squicks (for example non-con, abuse, self-harm, or really *heavy* BDSM)

Sex scenes are fine but please keep it contained within your own contribution - not everyone is comfortable writing sex, so please don’t get the person following you right to the brink and then hand the climax off to the next person (exception: if you know and have discussed this with the person writing immediately after you, and they’re cool with that, then that’s fine.)

As I hope should be obvious, racism or bigotry of any kind will absolutely not be tolerated.

Remember, this is meant to be a collaborative effort. Your chapter should, at least somewhat, pick up where the previous chapter left off. For example, if someone says it’s autumn in New York, as a setting, don’t randomly without explanation decide they’re living in Australia in the summer. Likewise, don’t have Chris or Seb wake up and go, “wow, that last chapter was all a terrible dream!” You are not writing your own mini-fic that relates to the overall theme, you are writing the *next chapter* of a hopefully-cohesive story. Respect your fellow authors by not ignoring what they wrote in their chapters, and the person following you should do the same.

Have fun with it! Your chapter is still your own and you are free to be as creative as you’d like. Part of the fun is the invention and additions (not contradictions) to the story!

[riricitaa]

"Laughing together, is as close as you can get to a hug without touching."

Evanstan week ~ Day 3: Laughing

@evanstanweek

[metalbvcky]

Evanstan Week Day 2: Kisses/Space (@evanstanweek​)

Nasa hats 🧢

[ixalit]

1, 15 & 23 for the fanfic end of year asks? <3

(From this list)

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

I answered this here, but I’ll take this opportunity to link a couple more of my favorites 😘

Evanstan RR - Last week, I wrote chapter 17 of the Evanstan Round Robin, and I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! It was brainstorming, outlining, writing, and editing 7k in three days, and I did it! I haven’t had to meet a creative deadline in a while, and it’s nice to know I can crank something out when I need to 😊 I’m also relatively new to writing smut, which was a good portion of this chapter. Tbh, probably not something I would have written without the RR, but I’m glad I did it (even though it was definitely a push lol)

it’s not like a tree (where the roots have to end) - this was fun to write (ok, maybe fun is the wrong word, but it was fun to stretch my writing muscles and do something with a logos more angst and whump than normal. I also feel like skill-wise, my writing was pretty good in this one, especially for a genre I wasn’t that confident in 🥰

vows - Ok so this one is a poem, not a fic, but it’s Stucky and I wrote it, so it still counts right? I really liked the process of writing this (and formatting it to fit the words/mood tbh). I think I wrote the first draft of it when I was sick in bed and a little high on pain meds. Then I forgot about it, and found it some days later. Cleaned it up, changed some words, and.... am I kidding myself or is it actually kinda ok?

15. something you learned this year

So. Much. I only just jumped into writing fic this past summer after 4-5 years of doing hardly any creative writing that wasn’t related to school. The last time I wrote anytning for a fandom was when I was around 15, and I feel like I’ve learned so much in the past few months about fandom in general, this fandom, and myself as a writer, not to mention the writing tips and skills.

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Numerous one shots. Many of which are in my WIP folder, half-written, waiting to be picked up again in the coming year.

Other than that, I’ve been working on a longer (25-30k) shrunkyclunks au that I’d hoped to finish by now, but alas, it’s still not done.

Also, @howdoyousleep3 and I had sort of planned out a rough idea for a fic right before we both got busy with fic deadlines and our personal lives. I hope (?) we can pick it up again and collab in 2021 because the idea is still.... very much in my mind lol

[youhavenoideahowmuchihatethis]

I posted 37.160 times in 2021

49 posts created (0%)

37111 posts reblogged (100%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 757.4 posts.

I added 351 tags in 2021

#stucky - 78 posts

#fanfic - 52 posts

#ao3 - 34 posts

#steve rogers - 32 posts

#bucky barnes - 31 posts

#self reblog - 28 posts

#evanstan - 28 posts

#loki series - 24 posts

#loki spoilers - 22 posts

#loki - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#i am an aries and that's why i am not going to be able to make it to the theater and i am not going to be able to make it to the meeting

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

“Seb? Baby? Sweetheart?”

Nothing. He didn’t even blink. Now Chris was getting very desperate. He just didn’t cope well with being ignored by Sebastian. Ok, he thought, it’s time to bring out the big guns.

7 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 13:20:27 GMT

#4

Hiii I just posted my first fic on ao3

It started with a little Evanstan hc on a discord sever that inspired me to write this!

9 notes • Posted 2021-03-27 23:01:36 GMT

#3

stucky and vines - ishouldbesleepingrightnow - Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe [Archive of Our Own]

Me? Procrastinating by writing three one shots in three days? I would never!

(but I put them here if you want to check out the series)

21 notes • Posted 2021-07-29 19:31:47 GMT

#2

“It’s not exactly up to regulation, but what do you think?”

Steve raises his head to look up from the maps he’s been studying. They are currently in a British army base, situated in London’s undergrounds. Bucky is standing in front of him, looking expectantly at him. His arms are outstretched to show off his new dark blue peacoat.

What does Steve think? He thinks the material looks sturdy and warm. He thinks the color isn’t exactly camouflage, but still dark enough to not stand out or be spotted easily. He thinks it’s just the right fit, not hanging off his shoulders or restricting him by being too tight.

He thinks about how the coat hugs his middle, not as thin as when he found him, strapped to a table and barely conscious, but not as built as he had been before he shipped out either. He thinks that the blue of the coat brings out the blue of Bucky’s eyes, a color Steve hadn’t been able to see a few months ago, but a color that has quickly become his favourite ever since Bucky opened his eyes to Steve’s pleas in an Austrian Hydra facility. He thinks about how the fabric would feel under his touch, if he would be able to feel Bucky’s warmth, or if the material would safely conceal it.

None of these thoughts he says out loud. Instead he lets his eyes roam over Bucky’s body one more time. “What, you’re in the navy now?” he asks with a smirk.

Bucky drops his arms and rolls his eyes, already turning away. “Why do I even bother with you Rogers?”

“No, no Bucky, wait”, Steve laughs, going after the other man, and getting a hold of his wrist, turning him back around. “Here, let me get a better look at it.”

29 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 15:18:50 GMT

#1

hey remember how in the first avengers movie this global security council made the decision to nuke new york because of the aliens, sending a missile out and everything?

and do you also remember in the first captain america movie steve rogers was ready to kill himself so a bomb... wouldn't hit.... new york??

and maybe you also remember hey the first avengers movie takes place like two weeks after steve rogers woke up

Because I just remembered and now I don't know what to do with myself

181 notes • Posted 2021-06-28 21:56:17 GMT

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[luninosity]

And one more @evanstanweek ficlet for Day 4! Prompt: first times, which my brain decided was...Chris’s first time kissing a guy? (Seb. He’s kissing Seb. It’s wonderful.)

Read at AO3 here - 1,060 words of kisses and emotions in a hotel room! - or read on tumblr below! No warnings or real sexual content, just kisses and implied upcoming sex, probably.

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Chris has not, in fact, kissed a man before.

 Not seriously, at least. He’s kissed fellow actors, jokingly, goofing around; he’s kissed the occasional family member, especially as a kid. So there’s that.

 He’s kissed a lot of women. It’s not, in theory, much different.

 But this is Sebastian, and this is important; this is the most important kiss of Chris’s life, here and now.

 He’s just tried to explain that he’s never done this before, and Seb had looked surprised, and then thrilled, smoky grey eyes all intrigued; Sebastian had said, “I’m seriously your first?” and Chris had blurted out, “I mean I’ve had guys—I mean I’ve done stuff, y’know—I mean I know I’m into guys too!” and Seb had stared at him for a second or two and asked, “What, exactly, does stuff mean in this context?”

 Chris had groaned. Flailed. Guys he’s had crushes on. Guys he’s sort of accidentally cuddled up with on his sofa, and maybe things felt really nice, in the pants sort of way. Guys who’ve offered to get him off, to blow him, usually at a party, maybe both of them not drunk but a little laid-back, loose, relaxed.

 “Oh,” Sebastian had said, immediately after that. “Okay. Stuff. I mean, I went through the whole getting on my knees for hot and hopelessly straight guys phase, so I sort of get it, if you just want me to do that again—”

 “That’s not what this is!” Chris pleads now, desperate. “That’s not what we’re doing! I just meant—it just, I don’t know, never came up! I mean kissing! Never came up! But I want to! I want to kiss you!”

 Sebastian’s laughing by the end of this speech, not loudly but with those precious little crinkles around his eyes. “Relax, Chris. I believe you. You want me to know you’re seriously bisexual, and you seriously want to kiss me.”

 “Yes? Please. Kiss me. Um. If you want to?”

 Sebastian laughs again, soft and fond. “Jesus, Chris. I fucking love you.” And then he leans in, one hand catching Chris’s face to draw him in too.

 Sebastian’s lips are soft, and his stubble’s lightly scratchy. He tastes like mint over coffee, because Sebastian’s considerate like that and also loves coffee; Chris had caught the scent of mint and sweetness when Seb had stepped inside his hotel room door.

 They’d said they’d run lines. Rehearse. Practice.

 They’d both known this was coming. They’ve been knowing it—in looks, touches, prickling tingling quivering awareness—for months, even years. Since that first-ever reading together. Inevitable. Always happening, always going to happen, always under the surface, already here.

 Sebastian’s tongue slips across Chris’s lips, into Chris’s mouth. Chris wants to beg for more, wants to be explored and discovered by Seb. Sebastian’s more experienced, he knows, as far as kissing men, and Seb’s gently confident, curious and questing, learning Chris’s reactions. Chris wants to give him everything, and it’s a strange new world, familiar and not: it’s kissing, and it’s kissing Seb, who’s amazing and perfect, and yet the angles are different, the line of Seb’s jaw’s masculine and enticing, the chapstick he’s wearing is the same one Chris uses, healing and unscented.

 Sebastian sucks a little at Chris’s lower lip, teases it with teeth, glances at Chris’s face. Winds a hand around the back of Chris’s neck, and presses himself closer against Chris all over, right there in the middle of the hotel room, where they’d taken steps to meet each other.

 Chris groans. His body sizzles with sparks. He’s moving before he can think: one hand sliding along the firmness of Seb’s back, finding Seb’s ass, squeezing. Sebastian gasps, but whispers, “Yeah,” and heat simmers along Chris’s spine. Seb likes being gripped by him, fondled, caressed. Yeah. Yes. More.

 He’s kissing Seb back now, discovering in turn. Something shifts, changes, stirs; it’s Chris’s tongue licking into Seb’s mouth now, venturing further, asserting control. Sebastian arches against him; Chris bites at his lip, the way Seb did to him. Sebastian moans softly.

 “Oh,” Chris breathes. “Oh, you like that.”

 “I…yeah.” Seb blinks at him, eyes all dark and wide and beautiful. “Yeah. You’re pretty good at this.”

 “Never said I didn’t learn fast.” Chris nibbles at the corner of his mouth, this time; then kisses him more deeply, tongue plunging in, almost a thrust. Sebastian likes that too, from the way he moves against Chris; Chris grins, lets Seb feel the grin, thinks about what he’s liked and what he’s tried before, and what Seb seems to enjoy.

 He trails kisses down to the underside of Seb’s jaw, marveling at the faint rasp of hair in contrast to soft skin. He finds Seb’s throat, and presses a kiss there: sucking, biting, more pressure as Seb moans and tips his head, giving Chris more access. Chris ends up steadying him slightly; Sebastian’s legs seem shaky.

 Seb whispers, hands on Chris’s shoulders, “So fucking good at this.” He’s adorable: kiss-flushed, hair rumpled, lips pink. A pink mark decorates his throat, not badly; it’ll fade, Chris guesses.

 He kind of doesn’t want it to. Or he does, but only so he can do it again.

 “So,” Sebastian sums up, breathless, smiling, in Chris’s arms. “Good first kiss?”

 “The best,” Chris says truthfully. “We should do it again. Hey, Seb.”

 “Yes. So much yes. What?”

 “You said it,” Chris explains, brain having caught up. “I forgot to. But I do. I love you.”

 “I—” Sebastian’s mouth drops open. “I did say it—I just—it just came out, Chris, I do, of course I do, I mean it, but—don’t think you have to say it, just because I—”

 “I love you,” Chris says. “Sebastian Stan. I love you.”

 “Oh,” Sebastian says, or at least his lips do. The syllable looks like a kiss.

 “I love you,” Chris tells him once more for good measure. “And I really want to kiss you again. A second best-ever kiss. All the best-ever kisses. We should keep on having the best kisses, for, like, forever. I love kissing you.”

 “I love you kissing me,” Sebastian starts, but doesn’t finish, because Chris’s mouth lands on his at the final word, and they’re tangled up in each other and laughter and kisses, the way Chris always wants to be.

[evanstanweek]

Thank you!

Evanstan Week 2021 is over and we wanted to quickly thank everyone who participated. You have all created some amazing things and we are so glad you decided to share them with us and the fandom. A big, big thank you! We also want to thank everyone who participated in other ways by sharing the creations, leaving comments, and generally being excited. We hope everyone had a good time!

As we mentioned before we will be reblogging late fills until Sunday (the 21st of February). So if you have a creation you still want to share, please do!

Since people asked us about a second Evanstan Week, we just want to quickly announce that we are very excited to organise a round two. More information will come later!

Again, a big thank you to all of our participants and we really hope you had fun!

Much love,

The Evanstan Week Team <3

[thedamageofherdays]

This week's (02-08-2021 - 08-08-2021) reading log is here. This week I read a mix of Evanstan and Stucky and had a lot of fun with @evanstanweek! Make sure to check out that page for exciting things that aren't fics too and the things I unfortunately didn't get to reading yet :)

Favourites are marked with a 🌻

Fics that are posted on Tumblr are marked with a 🍀 (anything else links to AO3).

No Longer My Own by Gayle_fic @gayle-fic [Evanstan, 3k words, Mature]

Chris made a promise and he makes a permanent reminder on his skin for Sebastian to find.

🍀 Evanstan Fic by @notwithoutyou-buckybarnes [Evanstan, ? words, General]

Married Evanstan fluff.

Simple Braids for Single Dads by 74 Days [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve needs help - his daughter Louise is being teased at school for her messy hair and he's completely clueless at how to do even the simplest of styles. Luckily, neighbour Natasha gives him a link to an online YouTube tutorial with the hottest dad on the planet...

Of Devious Daughters and Ballet Teachers by heartsdesire456 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

When Steve's daughter gets cast as Clara in The Nutcracker, Steve meets her new ballet instructor, Bucky Barnes.

It all goes downhill from there.

Don't Panic by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 477 words, Teen]

The Earth is destroyed, and Steve is picked up by an utterly improbable collection of people.

🍀 Stucky A/B/O fic by @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, ? words, Explicit]

Steve reaches his peak Rut just as Bucky is coming down from the peak of his Heat.

🌻 Anything You've Done by AidaRonan [Stucky, 1k words, General]

"I want it to be different," Bucky said.

"So we'll make it different."

🌻 Blue by nosecrinkle [Stucky, 1k words, General]

”Steve? Do I know how to knit?”

It Never Did Run Smooth by Xanoka [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Steve has something important to ask Bucky. It's all going to be perfect. If only a certain super soldier would stop trying to be so damn helpful...

In which Steve attempts to propose and is nearly thwarted at every turn.

Crashing Here Tonight by wintersoldier1989 @wintersoldier1989 [Evanstan, 4k words, Explicit]

Chris and Sebastian have become very close over the course of the Asian leg of the Captain America: Civil War Press Tour. They're crashing in each other rooms every night but both of them are left to answer the question, is it just sex or does it mean more?

🌻 Just Like Heaven by musette22 @musette22 [Evanstan, 5k words, Explicit]

It's 2010. Chris and Sebastian are filming The First Avenger in the UK and travel down to London to attend the DVD launch of The Pacific. After the launch, they explore London nightlife together, and somehow, they stumble into Heaven.

🍀🌻 Fluffy Stucky Fic by @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, ? words, General]

He almost misses Bucky’s words over the sound of the rain pelting against the windows.