Request: hello, can you write a Chris Evans x reader where they’re at the super bowl and reader is a huge Falcons fan and at the end when the patriots made the comeback, reader is upset while Chris is all happy but Chris kisses the reader and she doesn’t kiss back at first but eventually she can’t resist and she accepts the results. Sorry for this very detailed request but after seeing Chris’ reaction and me being a Falcons fan, I really want to see a imagine like this.
people: Chris Evans!Super Bowl x Reader (Falcons Fan)
“Are you fucking kidding me!” I screamed out into the raging crowd as I saw the score become tied.
“Fuck!” I growled, sipping on my beer while my boyfriend went ape-shit on me and was jumping up and down like he’d just heard that he could fuck Tom Brady right here, right now.
I am 90% he’d take that offer too, to be honest.
“Aw, is little YN upset that her Fal-can't’s are falling behind the Pat’s?” I glared up at Rivalry Renner and gave him that finger while I reached over and stole a mozzarella stick off of Scott’s plate. Viciously eating it as if it was the whole Patriot’s team.
“Shut up, Renner. They just caught up, it’s not like they fucking won or something!” He laughed and shoved my shoulder gently in return, easing me up a little from my very unattractive quality: sports rage. Luckily, my boyfriend and I shared this quality but somehow he still managed to keep looking attractive. That bastard.
I felt a hand stroke my hair as I sat back in my seat, getting back into the zone as I texted my friend back in our hometown, Atlanta I was telling her about the injustice that was happening out on the field, I needed a fellow Falconer to help ease my stress.
“Hey grouchy girl, why the long face?” I felt relaxed when I saw Chris sit down next to me, putting an arm over my shoulder to pull me in for a quick squeeze.
“I’m just… detoxing from the savageness out on the field. How the fuck can they have Tom Brady even out there?! He’s such a-” I felt Chris’s lips on mine suddenly, with air still left in my mouth. He held the sides of my face in a firm grip, I could feel my eyes drift closed before he released me in shock. I opened my eyes to a nose pressed against my cheek and a hot breath in my ear, “I don’t let my girl say shit about Tom Brady.”
Pulling back, I smirked, standing up. “Well, I don’t let my boyfriend get some when he tells me what to say.” Dusting myself off I walked away to the bathrooms, only to find a line farther than half the football field.
But a girl’s gotta sacrifice her time though when she needs the bathroom.
By the time I got back, it was nearing the end and Chris looked a bit worried, texting ferociously on his phone, right before he looked up at me in a worried glance, “Where’ve you been! I’ve been texting you-”
“There’s no reception in the bathroom area, dummy. Besides where’d you think I was going? Back to the car to sulk? Nah, because-” I felt hands touch my shoulders and their grips tighten as suddenly it was like a kick in the balls if I had any, my Falcon’s had lost.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck yeah, yeah! Woah! Yeah! That’s right, baby! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Chris screamed, jumping up and down and bouncing off of mine and Scott’s shoulders as the confetti hit the field and Patriot fans screamed.
Chris tugged me into his arms and spun me around, tilting me down into a cheesy kiss that I tensed up at. I was fuckin’ pissed. No one shit’s on my Falcon’s and gets away with it.
But, Chris was really giving me a kiss here, and this wasn’t just a peck, this was one full blown passionate kiss. With one hand holding me in a tilt and the other gently placed right under my ear, caressing my cheek with his warm thumb. Pulling me closer he put all he could into this kiss, every emotion he felt in this exact moment was taken by Chris, and somehow he managed to put it all within his lips as he held me with no space left between us anymore.
I swear, in that moment the stadium was silent. No screams were heard, just the hot breaths between us. That’s all I heard in my ears. Slowly the wind he’d knocked right out of me returned, and soon I was back. Alive and in this tragic, yet unforgettable moment.
As he pulled away slowly, tugging on my bottom lip just slightly before letting it fall back into place, swollen from the quick movements between my lips and his. Pulling each other’s lips back and forth like it was a war that we had no intentions of ending.
He brought me back up and held me close to his chest as we swayed back and forth. His body was almost vibrating off energy from his Patriot’s winning.
I felt his breath tickle my ear as he whispered into it with a smirk that I was gonna slap off his face any second. “I didn’t want you to be upset again. I can’t tell you what to do, I’m sorry. But in all fairness, I was caught up in the game and my guys beating yours.” Pulling back to get a look at that dumb ass grin plastered on those perfect lips of his, I couldn’t help the smile that found it’s way onto my own lips.
“You are such a fuckin’ dork, you know that right? You literally have a Patriotic Erection right now.” Chris belted out a laugh, clutch his left peck for a moment before holding me to his chest again, breathing deeply as he let the moment sink in for him.
“You may have no taste in football teams, baby. But you do have a lip on ya, and I fuckin’ love it. Come here, babe.” Chris crashed his lips into mine and held onto my waist, bunching up the sides of my Jersey.
“You may be full on hard for Tommy right now, but I love you too. Even if you’re a mother fucker for beating me.” I saw his beautiful smile again and his heartbeat that leaped out of his chest from the crowd’s roars and rumbles.
Anonymous said: Hey! I love your writing. I was wondering if I could request a Jimmy Vesey one about how big his hand are (his hands are huge)? Thanks!
A/N: hi!! first off i’m so so sorry for how long this took to get out and i cheated and barely added the whole hand thing cause i couldnt think of anything sorry!! :)) also disclaimer i know like shit all about jimmy and brady and what their personalities are like so just go with it??
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Never were you ever coming over to your friend Brady’s place for drinks. If you knew it’d end up with you being peer pressured into chugging your coolers and playing truth or dare, you wouldn’t have showed up. But it was too late to just up and leave now. No amount of excuses would work on Brady, or Jimmy either, and now you were stuck here.
You took Emma over to Stiles, the three of you were going to spend the day together. You and Stiles catching up, and Emma and Stiles getting to know each other.
“There is something I have to tell you.” Stiles says as you walk in the door. “Like right this minute.”
“What’s wrong?” You sit Emma’s diaper bag down on the couch.
“After you left..I started dating Lydia?”
“I uh…okay?” Emma fusses and you bounce with her.
You feel your heart fall. “Okay..”
“And she’s pregnant.”
You feel like you might pass out. You’re in shock, but he can’t know it. “Well..good for you guys.” You smile. “Does she know?”
“About Emma? Yeah, she actually wants to meet her.”
“Well, she’s home now..”
“Oh, okay..” You nod.
“Hey, Lyd!” He shouts up the stairs.
“Yeah, babe?” You hear her respond. Babe. Your heart hurt even more.
You hear her approach as Emma holds onto you tightly. You kiss her forehead and smooth her hair back.
“Hey, Y/N.” Lydia smiles when you see her. She looks about five or six months. You wonder if he proposed because she’s pregnant of if they were already engaged.
“Hi.” You smile. Emma hides her face in your neck. “Say hi, baby.” You laugh as she looks at Lydia.
“Wow. You look just like your daddy, don’t you?” She smiles at Emma.
“Do you want to hold her?” You ask
She holds her arms out to Emma and takes her. You catch a glimpse of her ring, it’s huge. You’re glad that he’s happy. You never expected him to stay stuck on a high school girlfriend, but it was still hard.
She holds Emma for awhile before handing her off to Stiles. “I’m going to go over to Kira and Scott’s for awhile. I’ll see you later, babe.”
Stiles kisses her before she leaves. “So, to the park?” He asks you.
You nod and grabs your keys. “Let’s take my car. I have the car seat.” You take Emma from him and take her outside before buckling her in. He gets in the passenger side.
“So what do you do?” He asks as he puts his seatbelt on.
You start the car, “I’m still in school. I’ve been doing school online since I left Beacon Hills. There’s just no way to be a mom and school while affording to live on your own with a baby.”
He sighs, “I could’ve helped with that.”
The problem was that you knew that. You knew all of the advantages of having Stiles help raise Emma. You felt like you would ruin his chances of a successful career. You could have Lydia’s life. That could be you with the huge ring, and the nice house. You could be having your second baby right now.
“I know.” You say simply.
“Are you working?” He asks.
“Yeah, I um….I hope you don’t think this is weird, but I’m doing pre-FBI online. I know we both got accepted to George Washington, I just couldn’t let you know…” You sigh. “I work at the station with your dad.”
“What? Does he know?”
“I haven’t started yet. I start next week.”
“So, you’ll work with me. I’m getting my years of experience at the station.”
“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Well, co-parents and co-workers.” You joke. “Anything else?”
He chuckles, “This is going to take some getting used to.”
Emma and Stiles get along really well, it was obvious both of them knew they were missing something.
Things with Stiles were great. You missed having him around. Even though he was with Lydia, neither of them treated you like you were imposing.
You walk into work, your first day. You take a sip of your coffee as you walk into Noah’s office.
“Y/N! I didn’t realize it was you starting.” He stands up and hugs you.
You smile, “It’s nice to see you.”
“I’m going to have to meet Emma, you know.”
“Oh, but of course. She’d love you.” You smile and show him a picture.
“Oh, she looks just like Stiles.” He grins. “She’s precious.”
“I’m taking her to Stiles’ tonight if you want to swing by.”
“Oh I will. You should meet your partner.”
“Jensen, get in here!” He shouts.
A tall dark headed man walks through the door. He’s wearing a button down with the sleeves rolled up, his muscles look like they could bust his shirt open. The facial hair spread across his face makes you weak in the knees.
“Hey, you must be Y/N. I’m Brady Jensen.” He reaches for your hand. Holy Hell.
You take his hand and shake it, “Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You smile.
“Brady will set you up, help you get to know everyone. Let me know if you need anything.” Noah nods.
“Thanks, Noah.” You smile and follow Brady out of the office.
“Noah seems to like you a lot.” Brady observes.
“Oh, I dated his son in high school.” You nod.
“You dated Stilinski?” He laughs. “You seem a bit out of his league.”
You bite your lip and laugh, “Oh, thanks.”
“So, this is your desk. Right next to mine.” He nudges you and winks.
“Okay.” You smile and sit your things on your desk.
“Y/N!” Stiles shouts as he walks up to you.
“Hey.” You smile.
“I didn’t know you were with Jensen.” He nods.
Brady pats your back, “I’m a lucky guy.”
You blush, Stiles giving Brady a look. “Well, when you bring Emma tonight can you pack extra diapers? She’s not used to going at our house so..we had issues.”
You laugh, “Yeah, of course. I think your dad said he wanted to come by and see her.”
“Oh, I’ll talk to him about it.”
“Who’s Emma?” Brady asks.
“Our daughter.” Stiles says quickly.
“I thought you said you dated in high school.” Brady raises an eyebrow.
“We uh…we did.” You nod.
“Oh, you had your baby in high school?”
“Actually my freshman year of college, but yeah.”
“Wow, that’s really tough. My mom had me in high school. She’s always been someone I look up to because of how much she grew up.”
Could this guy get any better?
You smile up at him, “I’m so glad someone understands. Most people make assumptions about you right off the bat.”
He nods, “Teen mothers sacrifice everything.”
Stiles rolls his eyes, “I’m going to let you get set up here. I’ll see you at five.”
“Okay, bye Stiles.”
Brady gives you the rundown and introduces you to some cases. After work you pick Emma up and take her home.
You feed her before taking her to Stiles’. You’re about to knock on the door when you hear yelling.
“What, Stiles? So you’re telling me you only proposed because I’m pregnant?” Lydia shouts.
“Yes! That’s exactly what I’m saying. You were just a rebound, I never meant for it to go this far!” Stiles replies. You knew that one must’ve hurt.
“A rebound? Are you kidding me? I hate you, Stiles.“
You knock before it’s too late. “Hey, Y/N.” Stiles opens the door, he looks distraught.
“Hey. Emma’s fed. I’ll pick her up at eight.”
He nods and takes her. “Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Lydia pushes past the two of you and gets in her car, flying out of the driveway.
“Is everything okay?” You ask.
“Yes and no. Nothing to be worried about.”
“Okay, well I’ll see you later.” You get in your car and pull out. Maybe Lydia’s life wasn’t all you made it out to be.
The screaming coming from the right side of your bed made you jolt out of bed, Allison’s face was bright red and wet from tears. You scoop her up and rock her, glancing at the clock. 4:27 a.m. Nice. She continues her shrieks and you slip downstairs, praying she doesn’t wake Emma. You open the fridge and grab a bottle before sticking it in the microwave.
You grab the bottle as soon as it’s done, checking the warmth before sticking the nipple in her mouth. She quiets down, still making noises behind her food. You sit down at the kitchen table as she eats, rubbing your eyes.
The sound of a soft pitter-patter makes you turn around. “Mommy?” Emma looks into the kitchen, her curls wild and a teddy bear under her arm.
“What’re you doing up, baby? It’s late.”
“You’re up, so is Ali.” She pads into the kitchen, sitting her bear on the table before starting her climb up the chair.
You look at her, a sarcastic look on her little face. “You’re so much like your daddy. That’s not a good thing.”
She giggles and grabs her bear as you shake your head. Allison squirms around, starting to fuss again. You think of Lydia, and what she’s missing out on. The feeling of being mother was indescribable, and you felt bad that she was missing it, and that Allison had no biological mother. Stiles told you you’d take her place and you’d be better at it, but you weren’t sure if Allison would see it that way as she got older.
“Mommy, I’m thirsty.” Emma whispers. You nod and stand up, getting her sippy cup from the fridge. You hand it to her and she takes it, stopping you by holding your hand with her free one.
“Em, I need to feed Allison.” You say lowly.
She pouts, furrowing her eyebrows at you. “Fine. Okay.” You shake your head and pick her up with your free arm. She takes her bear and her sippy cup with her. You sit on the couch, letting Emma snuggle into your side.
You spot the sun rising, the clock reading 6:32. You weren’t sure how time had gone by so fast, or how Emma was still awake. Allison had fallen asleep but it was almost time for her to wake up.
Stiles came downstairs, his alarm had gone off at 6:30. “Did I miss something?” He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the three of you on the couch.
“Yes.” You laugh, Emma jumping up to run over to Stiles. He picks her up and balances her on his hip. “Allison was crying so I got up to feed her, Emma heard me and so she got up too.”
Stiles looks at you and Allison before turning his gaze to Emma. He looks back at you, “How long did you sleep?”
“Honestly, about two hours.”
“Y/N…you should’ve gotten me up too.”
You shake your head, “You have to work too. I’m not going to make you go into work tired.”
“You aren’t seriously thinking of going to work are you?” He presses the button on the coffee pot and he glances at you.
“Stiles, being a mom isn’t an excuse to stay home.” You yawn involuntarily.
“Being tired is. I’ll text my dad. You aren’t going to work. I’ll take the girls to daycare and you can sleep.”
“Sti..” You stand and shake your head.
A small smile forms on his face, “I love that. I missed it, actually.”
“What?” You raise an eyebrow.
“Sti. You’re the only person who’s ever called me that.” Emma lays her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead.
You smile and bite your lip, trying to control it from spreading too wide. “I didn’t even really think about it. Habit, I guess.” You shrug.
“Well, I like it.” He puts Emma down and she runs back over to the couch. “Do you want Allison to sleep with me?” He glances at his daughter asleep on the couch.
“No, it’s okay. You do more at work than I do, so it’s better if I get up with her.”
“I do not do more work than you.” He shakes his head.
You walk over to him, “You just get bigger caseloads. Plus Brady tries to run everything. Easier on me, I guess.” You shrug before grabbing to coffee cups from the cabinet.
“He does?” Stiles watches you.
“I mean, yeah…he’s been there longer, it’s understandable.”
He squints at you, “No it’s not. You’re partners, Y/N, you aren’t his assistant.”
“He doesn’t treat me like his assistant..” You lied. He does, you do coffee runs and paperwork while he does all the fieldwork and arrests.
“You two are dating aren’t you?”
“I guess. There’s not really a label yet.” You shrug.
“Does he treat you like that outside of work?” He raises an eyebrow.
You shake your head, “No. I mean…” You think back to a couple occasions where he’d made demands. “No.”
He points at you, “You hesitated. Y/N, what the hell?”
“Stiles, it’s fine.” You look up at him. He’s fuming.
“It’s not. It’s not fine. I know how he is, Y/N. I’ve worked with him for awhile. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want you to think that I was lying, but…” He sighs. “You’re his fourth female partner. And the fourth one he’s dated.”
“What?” You look over at him, shaking your head.
“I know how he treats them, and I can’t idly stand by and let you, the…the lo-..mother of my child get used like that.”
“He doesn’t treat me badly, he j-”
“Yet. He doesn’t treat you badly yet.”
“It’s not a big deal. I promise you.” You walk over and put your hand on his forearm. “Trust me. I’m an adult. I’ve taken care of myself and a tiny human for almost three years. I’ve got this.”
He sighs and rubs his eyes, “I just care about you. I don’t want to see an ass-hat like that hurt you.”
“You called the guy I’m seeing an ass-hat.” You state.
“I mean, sorry for you but he is an ass-hat. He’s not just an ass-hat, he’s an ass-accessory. Like an ass-necklace.”
“If you don’t shut up you’ll have Emma saying ass-hat.” You laugh, making his laughter bubble over.
“Sorry.” He grins.
You hand him a coffee cup. “Drink your coffee and go to work, you big nerd.”
You pour your coffee and hand him the carafe, laughing as you leave the room. You find Emma knelt in front of Allison, watching her little sister sleep intently. “What’re you doing, Emmy?” You watch her closely.
“She’s pretty.” Emma says simply.
“She is pretty. She’s very pretty.” You smile and walk over to the pair.
“We need to get you dressed for daycare, little one.” You put your coffee down and pick Emma up. “Hey, Sti, I’m taking Emma up to get dressed. Ali’s asleep on the couch.”
“Got it!” He gives you a thumbs up and you take her upstairs.
You get the girls dressed and send them with Stiles, passing out on the couch as soon as he leaves. You wake around two, deciding to swing by the station to check on a couple cases.
You walk inside, everyone staring at you as you come in. You walk to the back, Brady getting up and leaving as soon as you enter. What the hell happened? You spot Stiles in Noah’s office and you walk back up front, slipping inside.
“Oh, great. You’re here too.” He says as you walk in, glaring at his son.
“What happened?” You raise an eyebrow.
“My son here attacked Jensen at lunch.”
“Stiles!” You widen your eyes.
“He was talking about you!” He throws his arms up.
“Oh my God!” You press your hand to your forehead. “What the hell, Stiles!”
“I guess I can tell both of you while you’re here.” Noah sighs, “Have a seat, Y/N.”
You sit beside Stiles, your mind reeling. “Stiles, I’m going to have to suspend you.”
“Suspend me?” Stiles sits forward, “Dad, you can’t do that!” The scene playing out before you reminds you of high school, when Stiles would call and ask if he could spent the night with you.
“I can and I am. Two months without pay.”
“Without pay? Dad, I have two kids! You can’t do that to me.”
Your jaw drops. Suspension without pay for two months?
“I’m going easy on you, Stiles. If this were anyone else they would’ve been thrown out on their ass before they could even think about attacking another agent.”
“I don’t care if this is easy or not! I have two kids! You’re taking money from your grandkids, dad! That’s sick.”
“Stiles…” You place your hand on top of his, trying to calm him down. “It’s okay.”
“How will we function, Y/N? One income and two babies?” He sighs and rubs his face.
“I can get a second job.” You nod.
“You’re one hell of a father.” Stiles clenches his jaw and stands up. “I can’t believe you’d leave your son without an income. Make the mother of my child think about getting a second job? Sickening.” He pushes the chair back and storms out of the office with you hot on his heels.
“Sti. Sti, calm down.” He walks quickly, making you run to keep up. “Stiles.” He ignores you. “Stiles, stop.“
He turns to face you, tears brimming his eyes, “My dad just cut four pay checks from me. Four. I can’t support you guys without a paycheck, Y/N."
"Stiles, I’m still working…we can make a budget. I raised Emma for a year on a Subway salary. We can do it. I know we can."
He shakes his head and sighs and you wrap your arms around him. "We’re a team, Sti. We can make it. I promise.”