you’re not insecure, crazy or jealous. you’re just a woman who is fed up. you’re tired of dealing with the same old shit. you want to be respected, you want to be heard. you want the love you deserve. don’t let weak men force you into silence with labeling and name calling.
You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.
Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.
The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.
“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”
“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”
“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”
“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.
“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.
“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”
“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”
You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.
“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.
“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.
“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.
“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.
“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.
There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.
“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”
His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.
“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.
“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”
“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.
“Finally!” They all cheered.
“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.
“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”
Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.
A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X
Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.
“Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”
“It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”
You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.
“She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”
“You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.
“Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.
“Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching up and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.
“Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.
“We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.
“You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”
“Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.
“Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”
“The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”
“Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.
“Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.
“No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”
You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”
“No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.
“But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”
“I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.
“You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”
“Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”
“Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.
“So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.
“Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.
“Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.
“Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…
“Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.
I may have been a little harsh to my ex. But I am very proud of my individualism, confidence, personality, and self love. It’s taken me 22 years to get here and I refuse to let anyone belittle it. I complete me.
This is cheesy but honestly??? It feels so good to be in such a healthy relationship. It feels so wholesome and pure and I feel like I’m growing in ways that I can’t really explain. Knowing you’re with someone who you feel so safe and 100% comfortable with who accepts you and your body and all the parts of you that you don’t like is just……the nicest thing ever. I’m really grateful to be with such an amazing person, he’s beautiful inside and out. I am very happy to be where I am at in life right now. 😌❤️
Love needs time to grow and mature over time. Don’t be in a relationship for 5 minutes and tell that person you love them cause its not love at that point, it’s infatuation. Infatuation is a stepping stone to get to love so it’s good to have it but realizing where you are in your relationship gives you an easier way out if things go sour with the person you’re with. Always say what you mean so people get the right idea of where your head is at. Love yourself to know what is and what isn’t okay in the relationship your in. Understand your partners intentions. Get to know your boundaries. Ask about the future and see where the relationship could take you rather then waiting on someone who’s never gonna give you what you want. Don’t be with somebody out of obligation, be with them cause you want to be there. Know who you are and what you bring to the table and if your expectations for the person you’re with are the same but are not meeting the requirements understand you deserve better.
I'm not happy in my marriage. I feel like my husband is bipolar, one minute he's nice and the other he's cursing at me. He has hurt me many times by lying to me, so he could go study with a female. This female brought a lot of problems in our marriage and he refuses to cut her off. My 3 week old was in the hosp for a month and he called her 4 times to see how she was doing. I felt so disrespected. He's verbally abusive. He's been physical as well when i was pregnant. I thought about divorce but
“(cont) I know what the bible says about divorce. He doesn’t want to try counseling. I want to be happy. We have two children and i fear i will make the worst mistake of my life. I don’t know what to do. I pray for our marriage to get better but honestly i feel like i don’t love him anymore. All i see in him is a person who has hurt me.”
Although the Bible doesn’t say anything about abuse as a reason for divorce, it does tell us what a Godly marriage is supposed to look like (Ephesians 5:22-33), and an abusive relationship is not a Godly one and should not be tolerated by anyone. There is nothing wrong with separating from an abusive spouse, especially when there are children involved. In fact, it’s morally right to protect yourself and your children.
Divorce should always be a last resort, but it is so, so important that you get yourself and your children away from your husband and to a safe place. Once you do that, it’s up to him to prove to you that he is reliable (which may take years, but, also, may never happen).
It is not God’s will for any of us to stay in any sort of abusive (whether physical, sexual, or psychological) relationship.
Continue to talk to God throughout all of this, friend, and know that I’ll be praying for you and your family. Please let me know if you need any further advice or help. <3
I’ve been in a relationship with an ISFP for over three years now, and I think he really helps me grow as a person. Surprisingly, he’s the more emotionally stable one and really helps me understand and handle my emotions so I don’t dissociate and randomly explode later.
He’s also one of the most grounded people I’ve met. In a social interaction, for example, my brain will come up with tons of possibilities and explanations for things without my permission. My partner has more control over that. He’ll see events as they are and not read into them unless it sounds necessary.
He’s also really sympathetic (even when being attacked emotionally) and is a good listener. Then he prefers to help with actions instead of words, though he’s improved at wording things a lot and is actually really good at it.
He also seems to appreciate my weird questions and delving deep into certain topics and will talk to me about them casually.
Anyway, anyone heard anything positive or negative orrr neutral about this type of relationship? I’m curious. (I’ve read some basic articles but haven’t heard about much personal experience.)