becoming chris evans

The times that I felt my best are the moments that I’ve been able to pull that plug and say “Chris, shh, shhh, shh..” And it’s not quitting, it’s not giving up, it’s not washing your hands off the thought - it’s rising above it. It’s operating on a seperate plane. You can dissect why that works, because the reason it works doesn’t speak the same language that the brain speaks. You can’t try and say: “But why shush?” Because the ‘shush’ is, you know, is different. And when you just - shhhh - yeah, that feels good, that’s better, that’s better. And I think back to all the amount of time where I probably spend suffering - as a result of brain noise - hours of my life wasted. +

No matter what happens, I’ll always be grateful to have been given the chance to witness the development of Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff’s relationship. Pass it on.

Evans believes this is a time for calm discourse and understands there are many who lie somewhere in the middle, and it’s important not to paint everyone with the same brush. “Some people say, ‘Don’t you see what’s happening? It’s time to yell,‘” he added. “Yeah, I see it, and it’s time for calm. Because not everyone who voted for Trump is going to be some horrible bigot. There are a lot of people in that middle; those are the people you can’t lose your credibility with. If you’re trying to change minds, by spewing too much rhetoric you can easily become white noise.”
—  Chris Evans, Empire via EW via,
Christmas Morning

Originally posted by lufelicity

Summary: Reader decides to do something nice for Steve on Christmas, since he missed 70 years worth of them.

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Had this idea while talking to Rosalee ( @rosaleebasicbtch ) and Julia ( @juliagolia87 ) and it was just too cute not to write


Christmas was a time for cheer and happiness. No matter how corny, or cheesy it sounds, Christmas was… almost magical. People helped out other people, and people just genuinely acted kind to one another. No matter how much you hated someone, when Christmas time came around, you couldn’t help but give them a small smile… because who likes the person that’s a dick on Christmas?

At the tower it was no different. Everyone was acting, almost, strangely nice to one another. But there was one person, who’s Christmas morning, never slipped my mind.

I knew Steve had missed out on so much in those seventy years that he was “asleep” so I had decided to do something for him, with the help of all the others.

I had transformed the living into one of the most Christmassy rooms I had ever seen. A huge tree stood tall in its center, decorated simply and elegantly – much to Tony’s taste, and throughout the rest of the room fake snow was strategically placed, giving off a warm glow.

The whole room made everyone feel bubbly and just happy. After everything was all set up, no one could even complain about getting up early to help me pull this off for Steve.

When he finally walked through the door, I could barely hide the fact that I was practically jumping up and down. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he took everything in. His eyes finally landed on me as he started to walk over with a smile, “Did you do all of this?”

“No, the others all helped-”

“But it was her idea.”

I rolled my eyes gently at Tony’s comment before shrugging, “But it was my idea.”

Steve smiled and looked around once more, face much like a child when receiving a gift, “Why did you do all of this?”

I chuckled softly, “Because it’s Christmas. I gave Santa a call to let him know he missed 70 years, and he decided to make them up.”

I heard Clint mutter distinctly to Nat, “Guess we’re all elves,” before Steve laughed lightly, “Y/N, you really didn’t have to do this.”

I grinned and nudged him gently, “Of course, I did. It wouldn’t be a good Christmas if I didn’t know that everyone was happy.”

Steve gave me a warm smile before he pulled me in a hug and muttered softly, so only I could hear, “Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me. And it makes it so much better that you’re here.”

I smiled up at Steve and nodded, “It’s nothing, I promise. And I think Santa told me to give you another present, before anything else…”

Steve raised an eyebrow slightly, still not releasing me from his embrace, “Oh?”

I pushed up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to Steve’s in a soft kiss, before gently pulling away, “Santa… gotta love him. But c’monnnnnnnn. Present time.”

Steve chuckled softly and nodded, leading me over to one of the couches and sitting with his arm around me, “I don’t think anything will be able to top that gift.”

Clint groaned, plopping down besides us and nudging us roughly, “Stop, being cute. It’s disgusting and way too early for any of that shit.”

I laughed at Clint, rolling my eyes, as I handed everyone a present to open, “With the amount of presents we have here…. We’ll be here all day.”

“Good thing I made breakfast then.”

Bucky appeared from the kitchen, with a cart filled with all different breakfast foods, and essentially explaining why he had been missing all morning.

Everyone, but Steve and I, rushed over to the car, causing us to laugh at their animalistic behavior.

Steve smiled down at me, before kissing the top of my head softly, “Best Christmas ever.”

(Maybe, kind of, just ignore the fact that it’s not Christmas? Or December ? Just enjoy the cute Steve, because that’s sure as fuck what I’m doing XD - Steph)


                           “It’s been a big thing for me, shhh, you know? It’s so funny how noisy my brain is. Everyone’s brain is noisy—it’s what it does—it makes thoughts. And the problem is, I think, in most of our lives, the root of suffering is following that brain noise and listening to that brain noise, and actually identifying with it as if it’s who you are. That’s just the noise your brain makes, you know? And more often than not it probably doesn’t have much to say that’s going to help you.”

Never Too Late: A Chris Evans x Reader Story (2/3)

Request: They fall in love and the fact that they spent a night together doesnt help either. Part One

Chris lets out a low whistle when you walk out of your bedroom at 7. He’s finishing buttoning the top of his white dress shirt as he grins. “Hot damn, I have great taste.”

“You do.” You smile, before turning around in your black stilettos. “And look at my ass! It looks great!” Chris mouth goes dry, because it’s true. And he’d venture to say that yours, in that material, is the best one he’s ever seen.

So, he pretends to inspect his shirt when you turn back to him. “Yeah, looks great.” You giggle, reaching up to adjust your fresh curls when Chris catches your hand. “Two rules for tonight. One:” he smirks, tugging your engagement ring off your finger, “You don’t wear that. And two:” he takes his phone out of his pocket, setting it on the counter on top of yours. “We leave those here.”

You nod, smiling, “Okay. I can play that game.” Chris has a shit-eating grin on his face as he offers you his arm. You take it, leaning your head against his arm. “Can I know where we’re going yet?”

“I told you,” he opens the door, following you out and down the stairs, “it’s a surprise.”

“But I hate surprises.”

“I know you do. That’s what makes this so fun!”

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It was certainly a nerve-wracking first couple weeks of shooting as to whether or not I made the right choice. But in retrospect, it certainly was. Oh my god, can you imagine? I’d be kicking myself. Oh man. My agent’s got a lifetime supply of I told you so’s off that one. The times where I felt my best are the moments where I have been able to pull that plug and say “Chris! Shh!” And it’s not quitting, it’s not giving up and it’s not washing your hands of the thought. It’s rising above it. It’s operating on a separate plane. It’s…you can’t dissect why that works because the reason it works doesn’t speak the same language that the brain speaks. You can’t try and and say “Why shh?” it’s cause the shh is different, it’s different. You just shh. You feel good. You are like “That’s better.” I think back to all the amount if time I spent suffering as a result of brain noise. Hours of my life have been wasted. Just, shhh. So, that’s what I would say. — —Becoming: Chris Evans (Part 2)


BECOMING: Chris Evans 2/2