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Little Moments

Chris x Reader

Rating: K

Warning: This was made late at night and probably has a bunch of errors! SUPER FLUFFY!

Author’s Note: I don’t know what to write! I thought of this and just went with it...

Plus, I tried experimenting with this story. Hopefully it’s okay! 

In the story, (y/d/n) is older than the gif but I couldn’t resist adding it. This is by far one of my favorites gifs of Chris.

“Daddy! Daddy, look!”

The soft cries of your daughter carried across the lawn as she ran closer towards your husband, the sparkler still held firmly in her hand. Her pigtails bouncing with each step, she finally stopped before him as the sparkler flashed before her blue eyes, highlighting the evident excitement that was found within her widened gaze. With reassurance that Chris was watching, she stepped back, twirling in a circle as the light followed her every move, causing her to squeal in delight at the ‘design’ she had just made.

Of course, her father was quick to join in the laughter, quickly pulling out his phone as he begged her to do it again. With a quick nod, she did, yelling throughout the process that she was trying to make Captain America’s shield. Yet despite the odd scribbles that lit the night from (y/d/n) attempt, Chris only encouraged her, proclaiming with excitement that he could see the star in the middle as she did the final touches. As she stopped, her smile grew at her father’s words. She fidgeted in place as she then asked what she should draw next for everyone to see.

But as Chris quickly put away his phone and began to kneel before her, (y/d/n) shrieked. Tears quickly sprung into her eyes as she watched the sparks reach closer to her skin, waiting for the moment when the once fun object would harm her. Suddenly, with a toss of her hand, she threw it away, letting it hit the grass behind her as she leaped forward into the safe embrace of her father.

Pudgy arms wrapped around his neck as he quickly kissed her head, pulling them both off the ground as he soothed her cries. His hands rubbing her back, he glanced up at you, his eyes flashing with worry and amusement before he softly began to whisper into her ear.

As his heavy steps came closer to the small blanket that you had laid out, he pulled her away, facing her towards your open embrace that she happily took. Her red, white, and blue (or what she liked to call her ‘Captain America’ dress) fanned around her as she sat on your lap, taking the cookie you offered. Her soft sniffles filled the air as she nibbled on the treat, trying to calm her racing heart from what she no doubt thought was a near death experience.

With your arms wrapped tightly around her, you lay your head against your husband’s shoulder, kissing his neck lightly as you spoke softly against his skin. 

“Thank you for doing this.”

Chris laughed, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull the two of you in close before using the other hand to lift your chin up. His lips quickly found yours, reveling in the small moment of peace before your daughter interrupted. With a few quick pecks after, he leaned his forehead against yours, a wide grin on his face as his eyes stayed focused on your panting lips.

“Don’t thank me for spending time with my family. You know there’s no place I’d rather be.”

His words caused your smile to grow, matching his as you both turned towards the impatient little girl that lay between you. With the sparkler incident forgotten, her eyes stayed glued to the sky, surprisingly ignoring the two of you as she waited for the first spark of light to make its way into the dark night. Finally, after a few moments, she huffed, looking back as a pout spread across her lips.

“How much longer mommy?”

“Soon love. Why don’t you blow out the candles while you wait?”

She pulled away from you, leaning over to blow each candle out. Her loud attempts made you laugh as you watched her quickly back away as each candle was out, avoiding the smoke before moving on to the next.

On her hands and knees, she paused before blowing out the last one. A soft fizz sounded behind her as the first bright flame took over the sky, cracking loudly as a burst of green erupted. The candle forgotten, she quickly scrambled to her feet, standing before the blanket as she tilted her head up, watching as green mixed with red, blue, and white to create a sequence of designs.

Leaning over, you blew out the last candle before grasping (y/d/n) in your arms. With quick reassurance that she’d see better, you lay her down between you and Chris, moving to meet her on the ground as she began to point out each new firework. You giggled alongside your daughter as she tried to think of what each one reminded her of. Each circle was different, despite their similarities.

“Mommy, that one’s a beach ball!”

“That one’s a lily pad!”

Soon, Chris and you started naming a few as well, watching with smiles on the both of your faces as your daughter quickly agreed, moving onto the next one before it disappeared.

As the pattern continued, you looked over her head, watching as Chris focused on the small girl as his smile grew wider with every word she said while he nodded along to each proclamation. As you gazed down at your daughter, you couldn’t help but follow Chris’ actions, kissing the side of her head as she began to ramble, the finale of the show sending her into a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to keep up with the excitement.

One hand had found its way over to Chris, squeezing it softly as you closed your eyes, focusing on (y/d/n)’s voice as a silent sigh left your lips.

You couldn’t wait for more memories like this.

Meeting Captain America

Chris Evans x Reader

Rating: T 

Warning: Edited at three in the morning (lol) 

Requested by an amazing anon! 

Author’s Note: I love Disneyland! After seeing this request, I was so excited yet...really scared. There are so many wonderful Disneyland stories that I wanted to do something original. Then...this happened. I tried to be funny but I think it backfired. :( Hopefully it’s not as bad as I think it is...

You weren’t embarrassed to admit that you had an obsession with Disney.

From the movies to the memorabilia, you couldn’t resist collecting them all, making your house look like a Disney museum. Once you moved in with Chris, they came with you, fitting in with his own set of collectibles that littered the house, all mixing into a room that you both had declared ‘The Disney Lair.’ Yet despite how many items were crammed within the four walls, it always grew, slowing leaking into the other rooms until it became a game within the Evans household to find the hidden Mickeys in each room.

If that wasn’t enough, it didn’t help that Disneyland was only a short drive away. As an annual passholder, you were proud to proclaim that you often visited the park especially when your boyfriend was away. You looked to the parks for comfort, letting the magic of the place heal the pain that came with a long-distance relationship. Yet despite the frequent visits you made to the Happiest Place on Earth, the news of going once more with the Evans clan was easily accepted.  

To say you were excited to be at Disneyland once more would be an understatement.

Going alone was fun but getting the chance to go with the man you loved and his family was different. With them, they understood the craziness that came with a love for Disney and they openly embraced it along with you. A trip was planned months in advance, disneybound costumes were made, and the Disney puns began to increase as soon as the idea was first suggested.

Now, a few months later, here you were with them all, looking up at the iconic Sleeping Beauty castle.

With one hand tightly gripping Chris’, you quickly adjusted your Belle ears, looking down at the matching Belle disneybound outfit before turning directions for Tomorrowland. Miles leading the way, he pulled Lisa along towards the character that soon had Chris dying in laughter.

Captain America.

The face character stood proud in his Avengers costume as he struck a new pose with his latest guest, the shield placed in her hand as the little girl tried to copy the actions she had seen so often in the movies. As the shield proved to be too big for her, ‘Captain America’ easily swooped her into his arms before smiling once more towards the camera.

As you all headed to the back of the line, you let Chris have his moment as he leaned against the wall, holding his left boob. His eyes continually shifting between the excited Miles and the man who was portraying the character he often played, he kneeled down towards the boy, holding his shoulders as he spoke between his laughs.

“Bud, why do you want to meet him when the real one is right here?”

With a pause, he finally calmed down, shooting his nephew a wink before striking the same pose ‘Captain America’ had just done. His grin widened as he heard Miles giggle, the small boy simply shrugging at the question before going back to slowly watch the line diminish.

As Chris stood back up, you quickly latched onto his arm, leaning back as you spoke loud enough for the entire family to hear you tease the man.

“I don’t know babe. Maybe this is a good thing. He could teach you a thing or two.” You copied Miles’ shrug before stepping away only to be quickly pulled back into the strong embrace of your boyfriend. A gasp escaped his lips as he lay his chin on your shoulder, giving you a glimpse of his exaggerated pout from the corner of your eyes. Soft whines left his lips as his hands tightened their grip on your hips, his voice pretending to crack as he finally replied.

“How could you?”

With that, you couldn’t control yourself. You laughed, giving into the motion as your head tipped back to rest against his shoulder. Your Mickey ears falling to the ground, you then turned in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you focused on his playful blue eyes. As you paused to catch your breath, you focused on his hands rubbing your back, taking a moment to calm down before leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

“You ass. Stop making me seem like an idiot in front of your family.”

“Too late for that.”

You gasped, moving to slap his arm but he quickly caught on to your actions, stopping your hand only to bring it to his lips and kiss the back. With a smile, he shrugged before pointing to himself.

“I never said that it was a bad thing. They think you match my personality perfectly. Two idiots falling in love…what could go wrong?” Instantly, your expression softened as you looked at the genuine expression on his face. With a small nod, you quickly kissed him before teasing him one last time.

“Great way to woo the girls Evans. Call them an idiot.”

“It got you, didn’t it?”

You dramatically sighed, nodding while trying to pull away only for Chris’ grip to tighten.

“Sadly, it did.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“Alright love birds, stop ignoring us and get over here! We’re almost to the front.”

With Scott’s yell, Chris chuckled; his lips quickly kissing your cheek before you both moved to step forward. The line had gone by quickly, leading all of you to be one family away from meeting the star spangled superhero.

Miles stood at the front of pack, quickly running over to Captain America as soon as the cast members gestured them forward. As he stood before the costumed hero, you couldn’t help but applaud how well the actor portrayed your boyfriend. With gusto, he tried to get your boyfriend’s nephew to enjoy his short time with him.

If only it didn’t backfire.

With each word that left the man’s lips, Miles’ frown deepened, his head quickly looking between the confused man and his uncle. With a gesture to make the actor kneel before him, he whispered in ‘Captain America’s’ ear. Despite his attempts to stay quiet, everyone around them heard, sending them all into a fit of laughter.

“Mommy says it’s not nice to be mean but…you’re not really Captain America. My uncle is.”

Finally, the man broke character; glancing at the family before he froze once he saw the actual representation of his character. A light pink dusted his cheeks as he stumbled back while trying to find something to say to this odd situation. His eyes looking to the cast members, they appeared to be as flustered as him as they openly stared at the actor that stood beside them.

With one more laugh, you pushed Chris forward, letting him handle the situation as he quickly picked up Miles.

“This, I need a picture of. Captain America meets Captain America? Classic. Come on guys, help me out here.”  Instantly, every member of the family pulled out their phones as they took pictures of now posing trio. They all suppressed their laughs, hoping to not make any more of a scene.

After snapping a few yourself, you quickly escaped, avoiding the formalities while going to find an ice cream stand to reward your charming boyfriend. With your wallet ready, you began to stand in yet another line. With Chris’ Twitter pulled up, you started the tweet you knew he would want to no doubt post as you slowly crept closer to the cart.

Soon, you ordered enough ice cream to feed the army. Your wallet pulled out to pay, you sighed as a hand quickly beat you to it though. As you gathered the treats, you quickly tossed the phone to Chris, letting him finish the message as you walked away from him once more. Only this time, he caught you.

His hands placing the food on the ledge beside you, he dragged you into the corner of the building before pulling you in for the kiss that was long overdue. His hands holding your cheeks, he pulled you in close, a soft moan escaping his lips before he finally pulled away. His breath labored, he flicked you on the head, giving you another pout as he moved to hold your hand tightly.

“Stop running away from me.”

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment you were having with the staff. I swear…I thought they were going to pass out.” He smirked, kissing your forehead softly.

“I’m all yours now.”

You smiled, pulling back to kiss his lips quickly before gesturing to the already melting ice cream bars.

“As much as I love to hear that, we only have…” You paused, looking at your watch as your eyes widened. “…thirty minutes until Mickey and the Magical Map begins.”

He smiled, motioning towards their linked hands before giving a grand sweep of the area.  

“Lead the way.”

Till the End of Time

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: A few innuendos and horrible editing! Oh. Also…an unoriginal title. 

Author’s Note: Well, my first story after this long hiatus is finally out. It’s not as good as I hoped it would be but it’s definitely helping me get out of this writer’s block. 

Song Inspiration - Doris Day’s Till the End of Time 

(I understand the year of the song doesn’t match the timeline of the story but I love it! Just imagine it does ;) )

(As always, this is not my gif)

When the gig was offered, no details over the troop you were performing for were revealed. As you looked past the curtain to the crowd of men beyond, it was a welcome surprise when you had immediately caught sight of the blond hair you had fallen in love with. His gaze focused on the floor, he shuffled his feet as he stood at the sidelines. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he didn’t make any notion to watch, let alone enjoy, the show.  Even with the few nudges from the same doctor who hired you that now stood beside him, he simply shook his head, trying to push past and leave the area.

Like you’d let him leave that easily.

With your heels clicking against the wooden stage, a smile spread across your lips as the crowd hollered, obscenities thrown your way amidst the screams. With the deep blue curtain still closed behind you, you carefully held the microphone stand, taking a small breath before starting to sing. Your sweet voice filled the air as you started the familiar tune, the one you had always claimed was for Steve and the one you had officially deemed as your favorite song to preform for that same reason. With the first few words sung, you watched with a smile to see his head immediately snap up, his eyes showing the confusion of your sudden arrival. But above all, you couldn’t help but match the intensity of his grin as the reality of your presence finally kicked in.

Till the end of time

Long as stars are in the blue

Long as there’s a spring, a bird to sing

I’ll go on loving you

With the end of the song, the curtain had finally raised, revealing the real show for the men, the USO girls. With their big smiles and short outfits, they paraded around you as you continued song after song but your eyes stayed focused on Steve. With his own gaze not drifting from you, he kept edging towards the stage, mouthing the words to the songs he had heard countless times before. But as he approached, he was constantly shoved aside, the men starting to swarm the front of the crowd as they tried to get as close as possible to the women whose pictures littered their books and beds. You chuckled, stepping back to avoid grabbing hands as you continued, the band playing somewhere in the corner. Their tempo overwhelmed your senses, letting you wash away with the euphoria of the music and the man standing so close by. Finally reaching the end, you repeated the opening song once more, your big (e/c) eyes batting to the crowd as you sang the last few lines for the show.

So, take my heart in sweet surrender

And tenderly say that I’m

The one you love and live for

Till of the end of time.

With the cheers of the men around you, your quiet thanks were all you offered as you left the stage. While the interaction with them was abrupt, they were easily satisfied with the girls adorned in red, white, and blue as they sat on the edge of the stage. Their legs dangling over, they happily conversed with each man whose legs seemed to buckle at the attention of the women.

But to you, your attention was focused elsewhere, looking for those piercing blue eyes that you had once been staring at. Yet as you reached the spot you once saw them, your confusion only doubled, as your man wasn’t there. With a frown, you spun in a circle, the skirt of your dress twirling around you with each turn you made. About to look further for him, you froze as a crowd started to form around you. With a smile appearing once more on your face, you signed each piece of paper thrown your way, shook hands, and answered as many questions as you could. But as time went by and your hands started to cramp, your eyes constantly looking for an escape, one of the men stood out from the crowd. He stood too close for comfort, the smirk on his face trying, and failing, to be appealing as he towered over your petite form.  

“Mighty fine show darling.” You inwardly cringed as his greasy hands touched your bare shoulder, his meaty fingers trailing down your skin to soon land on your waist. Not wanting him to see your reaction through, you kept your composure as you nodded, the same smile plastered on your face.

“Why thank you soldier. It’s the least I can do for you fine men.”

With your words, he only grew more confident as he leaned forward. His breath seemed to reek of booze as he whispered in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge.

“Want to do more for your men in uniform? Why don’t you give me another show? Privately, in my bunk.” With your eyes now wide at his blunt request, you tried to push back only to freeze when you saw Steve once more. With his confused and angry gaze, he quickly locked eyes with you before advancing, only stopping as your hand came out of the man’s embrace to halt him. Calm now with your man’s presence, you took a deep breath as you slowly pulled away. Tucking the strands of your curled hair behind your ear, you soon adorned a smirk that seemed to rival his.

“Sorry darling…” You used the same nickname he had tried with you, mocking him with a raised brow. “You may be in the army but that doesn’t make you a man. I only go for the true heroes.”

With that, you gently tapped his cheek before moving away. As you escaped the circle of men now laughing at your rejected ‘suitor,’ your heels were quickly discarded as you raced towards Steve, throwing your arms around him as soon as you were close enough. Just towering a few inches above you, he held you close, not caring who saw as he tenderly kissed the top of your head. Ignoring the complaints of the men who surrounded them, you lifted your head, sneaking a quick kiss before motioning towards the stage.

“I have a room in the back. Come with me?” You said, your red lips curled into a genuine smile. You watched as he nodded, kissing your forehead before finally pulling away.

“Lead the way love.”

With his hand in yours, you led him away from it all, weaving past the huddles of men as they watched with open mouths as the two of you escaped to a more private setting. Of all the men who they suspected would get that privilege, never had they thought ‘scrawny Steve Rogers’ would be the succeeding man. Not paying them any heed though, you whistled for the music to start, the USO girls’ individual show beginning to assure no future trouble from drunken men, hasty advances, and Steve’s jealous nature. As the door with your name plastered on the flimsy wood soon came into sight, you hastened your pace. The rocks beneath you stung against your bare feet but you didn’t care, too excited for the prospect of seeing your boyfriend after weeks of being away.

With this mindset, you didn’t waste any time as soon as the door closed behind you two. Your arms now wrapped around his waist, you pushed the two of you onto the couch. Moving to straddle his waist, you cradled his face as you finally kissed him. With his hands immediately on your hips, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. The passion that lingered between the two of you was evident as the kiss continued, only pulling apart as you both fought to catch your breath. Your head moved to rest upon his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back as the silence lingered. Neither of you minded though. Both happy to be back in each other’s embrace, you let the moment sink in until finally, you lifted your head to take a peak at his happy expression.

His smile stretched across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes traveling over every aspect of your complexion as if to reassure himself that you were real. He kept quiet for a little awhile until he smirked, your eyes staying locked on his lips as you resisted just kissing him and leaving the talking until later. But your next show was tomorrow and wanting to savor the little time you had with your boyfriend, you let him speak.

“How are you here?”

“A man named Dr. Erskine asked me to come down. He said that there was a trial going on. I was supposed to be the show to commend the chosen man and satisfy the rest. But the one show turned into more. This just happens to be my first stop on an army tour with the gals.” You didn’t know he would be here. If anything, you had just let your small hopes guide you to the show, hoping you would see Steve. As luck would have it, you did. As you waited for him to say something, the surprised chuckle that simply left his lips gave you enough of a clue to put two and two together.

“You’re the chosen one. For the trial.” He simply nodded, forcing a cause of emotions to bubble within you. You were excited that he was living his dream but terrified of the consequences that would come with it. This internal turmoil left you struggling to find anything else to say.

“W-what does that mean?” You had finally managed to get out that simple sentence, choking on your words. Not bearing to look at him, you focused on your hands as they moved to fidget on your lap. But he wouldn’t have any of it as he tugged on your chin, making you look at him once more.

“I’ll be fine (y/n). I’m coming home to you, remember that. Now…” He paused, tickling your sides, making you laugh despite the tense air that settled in the room. “Let’s forget about it for now. I can’t believe you’re here. Before I went to the show, I was writing you a letter.”

“Read it to me?”

Curled up in his lap, you smiled as he moved to retrieve it from his back pocket. The embarrassed tone Steve had made his voice shaky as he started reading the letter he had meant to send. But you didn’t care about any of it to be honest. Instead, you took comfort in the sound of his voice as he carried on. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you listened to the slightly irregular pattern of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here. He was with you. Despite the short amount of time you had, you savored it; not knowing when would be the next time you’d get this privilege.

Steve never did divulge the information regarding the experiment. You wouldn’t know about how deadly of a risk it was. You wouldn’t know that Steve was beyond nervous to undergo the process in just a few days time. Steve didn’t want to worry you about it. Instead, he would just leave you in a shock when he’d visit you in a few weeks time, stopping at your apartment door with his new body and a ring in his back pocket.

Both of your lives would be changing but for now, you took hold of the present. You focused on the love that was strong between you, not letting it go for anything the war had to offer.

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Flannel

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, crappy writing and late night editing. 

Author’s Note: It’s been...eight months since my last imagine?! I can’t believe how fast time went by! Due to personal issues, I lost the energy and passion to write during that time. It hurt to not find the motivation to write my own stories but I’m thankful to be here now. I’m ready to write again! Forgive my crappy start back and hopefully, this isn’t as bad as I think it is. 

(GIF not mine as always)

A silent gasp escaped your lips as you saw him walk up to you, a big smile on his face as he looked around the empty room. You were an hour early, as always, and previously thinking it would be that way for a while, shock was the only emotion now plastered on your face.

That and the desire to just pull your husband close and kiss him. Damn that flannel shirt. All red, blue, and…perfect.

Quickly, you snapped out of your thoughts as he loudly coughed to grab your attention once more. With a smirk, he leaned over your chair and slowly, he moved to rest his lips close to yours. His hot breath fanned across your face, making you blush a deep red color, while one hand moved to touch your cheek. 

“Hey gorgeous.”

Despite being married to the man, all you could do was stutter as you worked towards a response. But finding it difficult to do even that, you did the next best thing and set your earlier plan to motion. Quickly, your arms hooked around his neck, pulling him the rest of the way down to kiss him passionately. His chest rumbled with a chuckle as he happily pulled you up out of your chair, bringing you both to his without breaking the kiss that was quickly becoming a little too steamy for a public setting. But your sense of judgment was gone as you weaved your hands through his long hair, pulling it gently as you longed for this moment to last.

Yet it did too soon to your liking and with a pout, you pulled away gasping for air. You moved, resting your forehead against his shoulder, smiling as you felt his body vibrate from the laughter that came from him. He squeezed you tightly, pressing you flush against him as he worked through the chuckles to softly lay kisses down the side of your neck.

“Surprised?” He asked as his hands moved down your back. You groaned in delight.

“Confused.” You mumbled, waiting for your racing heart to settle until you pulled away to look at his happy expression.

“My new agent booked an interview with your company weeks ago. I know you usually handle this sort of things and come on babe, it was too good to pass up. I had to surprise you.”

“You succeeded.” You chuckled. With the bright smile on his face, how could you be anything but happy anyways? Besides, when were you not excited to be with your husband? With a smile that seemed to rival his own, you kissed him quickly before standing and retrieving the sheets of paper that scattered to the floor when Chris picked you up. “So what, I’m supposed to interview you?”

“That is your job.” You shot a glare at Chris leading him to raise his arms in defense. He chuckled while trying again. “Just act like I’m just another guest on your show babe. It’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes while setting the papers back on your chair before once more going to sit on Chris’ lap. Snuggled close to your husband, you sighed in content before you nodded to the idea. Honestly, you would have agreed to anything if the promise of Chris’ amazing hugs were part of the package. Your eyes closed and with a deep breath, you indulged in the little moment the two of you shared. But of course, it didn’t last for long as you played with the sleeve of his shirt, groaning as you finally looked up at him.

“I’m pissed too by the way.” You chuckled as the smile on Chris’ face dropped, his eyes quickly searching yours for a clue as to why. But the tension that had already seemed to grow within him faded when he saw that adorable pout he fell in love with, your bright (e/c) eyes trying their best to look sad.

“You promised you wouldn’t wear that shirt anymore outside of the house.”

Chris couldn’t help himself. He laughed, the sound echoing in the room as he moved to squeeze his left boob. His eyes clenched shut, he threw his head back as he let the amusement of what you said, and the memories of your past promise, wash over him. You couldn’t help but chuckle alongside him, remembering when you saw the interview where he showcased the flannel shirt. Halfway across the country, the sight of your husband and how that damn shirt looked on him almost sent you in a panic to buy a ticket and fly out there to meet him.

If he had that effect on you, his wife, how would anyone else think? While jealously wasn’t something you often showed during this relationship, that damn shirt had led to it as you keep staring at Chris on the screen of your phone. Combine that with his signature beard and his overall adorable self, you were certain at that point that the flannel shirt needed to go. Or be for your personal eyes only. If you had to share your man, the least you could take was one shirt away from the public. Something only for you to see on him.

The thought of that shirt lingered in your mind until he came home a few days later. Immediately, he was greeted with a welcome that was far more than a simple kiss and after that, you voiced your thoughts about the flannel. The reaction had been the same as now and with a chuckle, promised you that the shirt would be for you only if you did the same with that (your favorite color) dress that he loved.

“You started it. You wore that damn dress to Sebastian’s party last month in New York.”

“I forgot all my other dresses at home!” You retorted while going back to pouting.

“Still…” Chris was still laughing, moving to wipe his eyes before he looked down at you once more. “I told you that you looked stunning in that dress and I was right. All his single friends kept hitting on you and…damn it (y/n). Call me selfish but I didn’t want anyone else to see how beautiful you looked then. It was for my eyes only.”

“Now you know how I feel when you’re in that fucking flannel.”

“Noted.” Chris chuckled. Finally, he was starting to calm down. His eyes focused on you and his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip as he smiled. “I promise to head home after this. Plus, this is just a voice interview. No one will see me in the shirt. Happy?”

With a grin on your face, you leaned forward. After voicing your approval against his lips, you happily indulged in the small make-out session that happened right after

i have a very fluff request for our very beefy ari<33

very much domestic!ari & domestic!reader, doing home chores together, cleaning, organizing, daily grocery shopping, ordering some new clothes, etc, planning meals, planning child friendly abroad holidays, both looking after your new born, looking after dodger, taking dodger on a walk with ari wearing the buckle baby carrier on his bare chest (skin to skin touch) going on a picnic afterwards, playing with your new born & obvs dodger, watching new movies/series together, SELFCARE TOGETHER<3, starting the fire place, both of you doing your baby’s night routine preparing him or her to sleep, cuddling in each other arms, with blankets wrapped around your both talking very lovingly to each other in the moonlight :D

sorry if this is too much🤍

𝐡𝐢! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

summary - just the inside of ari's life with his wife.

gif I use isn’t mine and divider is by @newlips

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳.

-𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆-

The sound of music fills the room as the couple move around each other, scrubbing the dishes, mopping and sweeping the floors, and dusting. Ari watches as Y/n is trying to vacuum in areas that are too tight or are blocked by something. Walking over, he lifts the couch, receiving a smile from her as she can reach the dirt underneath. 

They go around cleaning the whole house until it is completely spotless.

-𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆-

Their food shopping is the best. Ari is always piling food and drinks into the trolley. Making sure your favourites are in there and everything you need for the baby is fully stocked. Half of the time, you tend to lose him, heading down the aisles looking for your tall beefy husband only to find him bounding towards you with a massive grin on his face and his arms stocked full. Ari will always insist on paying, not taking no for an answer. 

You both end up at home with too much food that lasts a long time.

-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒-

Well… Let’s just say you and Ari had to get a new house with an extremely huge closet. When Ari finds something he thinks would look gorgeous in or wants to see her in, he buys many pieces of clothing in every colour. His favourite is seeing her in sundresses or pretty flowing skirts, always ensuring there are over a hundred of the same item. And when you order new clothes, it’s mostly clothing for your cute baby and the one on the way. Sometimes buying Ari some new clothes as he seems to only buy you things and spending your days bare as you both have kids now wouldn’t be a good idea, and you can never buy yourself clothes, seeing as Ari already bought it for you.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒-

You like to be organised, and you have a little list of what meals to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ari finds it adorable, but he’s also grateful when he has to rush off to work, and the food is already prepared and ready to eat. And he notices how less stressed you are when it comes to dinnertime.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-

You and Ari, make sure to sit down and sort out where you can go. It was a struggle at first from years of not having kids and not planning everything, but you’ve learnt to make a list. Making it easier when it comes to these types of things, Ari still insists on paying for everything, saying that he wants to spoil his family and won’t take no for an answer.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-

It’s fun but stressful the first time doing it. You both ended up a mess. Tears and laughter were shared. You swore to Ari that you wouldn’t have more kids. But watching Ari hold the child you both created, the love he bears, and how he gently but protectively holds the baby. You’d give him a hundred if it meant you’d get to see this picture again and again.

The crying, dirty diapers and the loss of sleep wasn’t exactly fun, but they both wanted a family, and that’s what they got.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

You both love him. You and Ari went looking for a dog before you even got pregnant, and you chose to rescue one, and when you both walked in. Dodger instantly connected with Ari and fits well with your little family. While you were pregnant, he was protective, and once you had the child, Dodger was your baby's best friend.

Looking after Dodger isn’t that hard. You guys mostly just play with him, feed him, run around with him and cuddle while watching movies as a family.

-𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓-

It’s a warm day, and Ari decides to take Dodger for a walk while wearing a buckle baby carrier against his bare chest as he hears skin-to-skin is good for his newborn. Many women tend to stare, and some try to start a conversation by either trying to pat his dog or touch his baby while smiling. Usually, before they can, he snaps and tells them to fuck off as he doesn’t like strangers touching or being near his family.

-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒- 

After the long walk with Dodger and getting enough time with his child, he makes his way to the agreed spot for the weekly picnic. He loves to have them as they make you extremely happy, and it’s one of those times he can appreciate you in one of the sundresses he spoils you with. You all have a feast while enjoying nature, photos are taken with a polaroid camera, and many memories are made there.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

On days off, you all go to the playroom, outside or the lounge room and sometimes your baby is in the mood to play, and they love it when you all get down and pretend with them, especially when Dodger comes and licks their face, coming around and playing all the games you are.

-𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

You and Ari set a movie night, mainly so you don’t watch something without the other. You grab the snacks and set up a table, grabbing all the blankets and pillows. Snuggling up on the couch, wearing your pyjamas and ensuring you and everyone are comfortable. Sometimes Ari builds a fort, and it makes your kids happy, they invite you guys in but not without your fake money, and you all watch the newest Disney.

-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

Well, Ari was the one who got you into self-care. You only used to do a small amount, sometimes too lazy to do anything, but Ari decided he wanted to do what he saw others doing, saying it looked cute and made you both closer. He enjoys applying everything on you, you repay him by doing the same with him, and he’s even bought baby/child safe self-care products, even something for Dodger, so he doesn’t feel left out. 

You both do all the other self-care things he’s seen, and it’s become one of your favourite things to do together.

-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄-

This is Ari’s task, and he enjoys doing it. The warmth entering his body when he does and watching his family also feel that warmth. He likes to go out and cut for the wood, come back and light it, and it’s become a sort of enjoyment.

-𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃-

You and Ari take turns reading your kids a bedtime story and making funny impressions and voices for the characters. You both make sure their nightlight is plugged in and on. You’ll check under the bed and in the closet for the pretend monsters they see, but always tell them that while mummy and daddy are around, no monster could get them. You’ll help them take a bath, wash their hair with the best-smelling shampoo and conditioner, helping them brush their teeth and warm some milk for them as it helps them sleep. 

You and Ari came up with an idea of placing nightlight footprints on the floor if they need to use the potty and want to feel like a big kid for once. 

-𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-

This one is big, and sometimes when the kids have gone to bed, and you and Ari haven’t had your weekly date night, you make this your date night. You pack a small basket full of savoury and sweet foods and some wine that you save for these exact nights. 

When the moon is full, you and Ari head outside, your backyard big enough to feel like you aren’t home. Ari finds the perfect spot before setting down blankets and pillows, a small light in the middle of you, chatting away, sharing laughs and eating while looking up at the stars. When the food is gone and your stomachs are full, you both wrap yourselves in each other's arms and whisper sweet nothings. You would look into each other’s eyes and just tell each other how much you love them.

Being so thankful and happy that they chose you and gave you such a wonderful life and the most adorable kids anyone could ask for, and the best dog in the world. 

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the boston brute series: pt. 13 - bye, princess (dual pov)

The Boston Brute Series: Part 13 - Bye, Princess (Dual POV)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Crude language. Lots and lots of angst. Crying. Brief smut, but nothing like graphic. Parental death mentioned. Please do not read this series if you are not a fan of asshole Chris or fics with a lot of angst. As always, let me know if I missed anything!

W/C: 9.3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with its players. Additionally, I talk about Chris’s family in this fic. Again, work of fiction and is no reflection of his parents or grandparents in real life.

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*immediately following part 12*

Reader POV

“Y/N,” Chris called out to you gently, his voice slightly muffled by the hand pressed against his mouth, eyes filled with concern. The nausea you felt rolling through your stomach was clearly visible on your face. “Come sit.” 

You nodded, swallowing again. Water. You needed water. 

With shaky legs, you walked over and took a seat in the chair next to Chris. 

Fuck. They know. 

Terry sighed, shaking his head. “Who wants to go first?” He smacked a tabloid magazine down on the desk in front of you. 

You eyed the magazine, then glanced at Chris, his expression unreadable. “Sorry?” You asked, turning your attention back to a very red-faced and frustrated man. 

Terry pinched the bridge of his nose, sitting back in the chair. “I don’t have the patience for playing stupid.” 

“I can’t play stupid if I don’t know what this is in reference to.” You responded, clearing your throat when your voice had a little more edge than you’d intended. Now probably wasn’t the time to lash out. 

Chris jerked his chin towards the desk. “Look at the cover, Princess.” 

Your pulse raced as you tentatively leaned forward. 

What the fuck?

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DOM & SUB || Chris Evans x reader one shot

Words: 1103

Warnings: smut, oral sex, unprotected sex

SUMMARY: Chris and his girlfriend are having good time together.

Author: Rouge and Ailo

I gave a gentle lick to the head of his cock and he bucked his hips. “God, please. Please, please, I need it.” Chris moaned, straining against his restraints. “I’ll do anything. Please just, please.” I lick my lips as I look down at the poor man beneath me. Chris was covered in fresh love bites, on his neck, chest, abs, even his thighs. The abs and thighs were where he had started getting desperate for more. Just about every inch of him had been at least kissed or licked. Well, there were more than a few inches that hadn't been given any attention this whole time until just now. “Please, what?” I ask, teasing him with my hot breath on his cock. “Fuck’s sake woman! Either suck my cock or ride it! I can't take anymore teasing!” He barked out, trying even harder to get free. That was all I needed, I wrapped the head of his cock with my mouth and took him as far as I could. “Yes!” He cried out as he thrust his cock even further down my throat, choking me slightly. I may have teased him a bit too much. Not my fault, he loved it and I just wanted to do what he loved. I knew the more I teased, the harder he would eventually come and I wanted him to have a mindblowing orgasm tonight. I sucked him hard and used my mouth to the best of my abilities. He was letting out enough curses between moans. I loved his dirty mouth. I release his cock from my mouth, much to his... Disappointment. “I swear to fucking God if you do not finish me off I’ll....” And he trailed off as he thrusted his cock towards me and groaned. “You’ll what?” I ask and lick him from tip to base. “GOD! I WILL FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON’T WALK FOR A MONTH. THEN I’LL FUCK YOU HARD EVERY DAY OF THAT MONTH. I’LL FILL YOUR PUSSY WITH EVERY DROP OF MY COME. I’LL FUCKING MAKE YOU ALL MINE.” If I hadn't already been turned on that would certainly have done the trick. “God, yes, yes, yes, yes. Baby, please ride me. Ride me now.” I was so wet it was easy to slide slowly down his impressively girthy cock. From how he was panting and leaning his head back into the pillows I knew he was struggling not to thrust into me before I was ready. Once he was all the way in I let out a moan. Sweet Jesus, that feels good. Chris filled me so completely and it was still amazing even almost after a year of having sex with him. I lifted myself up until only the head of him was in me and then I dropped myself back down onto him. He cried out, struggling against his restraints again. “Do you want those off?” I ask. “What zone are we in?” “Very fucking green. I’m loving this. I want them off but I’ll take control if you take them off and I want you in control right now.” He says and I feel reassured so I keep going. “Alright, honey. All you have to do is ask and control is yours.” I remind him. He nods and looks down my body, licking his lips as he looks at my breasts, then letting out a moan as he looks at where we’re connected. He leans his head back with a smile as he bites his bottom lip slightly. I can't help but smile at him, he is so fucking gorgeous underneath me with his hands tied above his head. But enough of that, I need to ride him like this is my last night on earth. I start a gentle rhythm, going up and down his length. This feels nice, it’s intimate, but I need more once that I’ve adjusted to him. My hands are resting on his abs and I start to bounce up and down on him fast and with more force. His eyes had been closed while he enjoyed the slow movements from before but now they shot open as he looked at me with his mouth open. With his mouth open even the smallest of his sounds of pleasure came out while I started riding him hard. I drag my nails down his chest and he starts bucking his hips and arching his back. “Fuck! Harder. Dig your nails in baby.” He begs and keeps bucking his hips into me. I swear it is a struggle to not come undone already but if I come now I don't think I’ll have the strength to keep riding him. I clench around him while a go up and down and drag my nails along his chest again making sure to dig in harder. From the way his eyes roll back into his head and the downright sinful moan that escapes his mouth I can tell I did things just right. His beautiful mouth stays open in an O shape. That means he’s getting close, thank goodness because I am seconds from my own. I quickly reach up to his hands, pausing my movements on his cock, much to his displeasure. I free his hands and continue to ride him. “God, fuck me, Chris, fuck me!” I moan and lean down onto his chest. He grabs my hips, taking control as he’s supposed to, and he pounds into me for all he’s worth. I snap back into an upright position while he pounds into me from below. God, the way he hits all the right spots drives me wild. “I’m, I’m gonna, oh tell me you’re close.” He says as his thrusts are now utterly frantic. “Yes!” I damn near screech out as I orgasm, spasming around him, my nails digging into his chest. He grips my hips so tight I know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. He arches into me as deep as he can while pulling me down onto his cock as much as possible. His orgasm finally is hitting him as he pumps into me a last few times, cumming deep inside of me. I collapse onto his heaving chest and nearly fall asleep right there. I finally catch my breath and the waves of pleasure eventually subside enough that I can think. Then we cuddle up. “Fucking amazing.” He says with a contented sigh as his arm is being wrapped around my waist. “I love you." "I love you too" I only whisper, kissing his pulsepoint as I close my eyes, slowly falling asleep next to him.

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