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Hurricane, Right Hand Man, Guns and Ships, The World Was Wide Enough, and Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story footage from Hamilton’s America

You can only upload 5 minutes so I had to narrow it down to just a few of the songs we got footage of :P The jump-cuts are like this because we didn’t get consecutive clips :P Here’s my Guns and Ships gifset from this vid :) Also… Anyone else cried in who lives who dies who tells your story?? I was weeping! lol

Love Lost

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of separation, fighting, little bit of angst

Word Count: 852

Summary: A big fight leads Chris to move out, but is this the end of your marriage ? 

A/N: I couldn’t help but start this already, the ideas been bugging me !!


You stood just inside the school lot, waiting for the final bell to ring along with all the other parents. Today was Friday and you’d been dreading this afternoon for the last week while your six year old son hadn’t stopped talking about it; you knew how excited he was to see his Dad, you weren’t going to make it any harder on him; even though the whole prospect of seeing Chris right now was causing your stomach to tie itself into knots.

It had been two weeks since you’d last seen him, since the blow out fight that had him moving out of the house you shared and onto one of his friends couches. You hadn’t spoken to him at all since except for the two minute phone call four days ago where he had asked to have Luke for the weekend; after your hesitant agreement the conversation had lapsed into cringeable silence and the call was promptly ended. Now that weekend was here however and you weren’t all that sure on how you felt about the situation.

You loved Chris, you always would but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was the end of anything the two of you had. The fight had been there, just under the surface for so long now that you weren’t the least bit surprised it blew up in both your faces.

The bell sounded through the school and you squashed all thoughts of Chris and your marriage to the back of your mind, forcing a smile onto your face as you saw Luke running across the asphalt to meet you, his backpack swinging widely on his back. You collected him into your arms seconds later, placing a kiss onto his cheek.
“Hey bug,” You greeted. “Have a good day today?”
“Ahuh,” Luke nodded, a wide smile on his face. “We played baseball in class today Mummy and I got to hit the ball!”
“Aw that’s so exciting,” You replied, dropping him back to his feet so you could take hold of his hand.
“I can’t wait to tell Daddy!”

“I’m sure Daddy will be just as excited bug.”

-

When you pulled up into your driveway Luke was still chattering from his car seat in the back, telling you in depth about every class he’d had that day. Sometimes you wondered where an earth he got that kind of energy.  
“Is Daddy gonna be here soon?” He asked, his eyes - replicas of Chris’ - filled with excitement.
“Sure is,” You answered, feeling your heart clench. “So you better get upstairs and make sure all of your stuff is packed alright?”

Luke beamed at you, nodding his head enthusiastically as you unlocked the front door. As soon as it was swung open he was off, yelling out a hello to Dodger as he ran up the stairs.

It didn’t seem like that much time had passed but half an hour later there was a knock at the door, Dodger getting up off his bed to whine against the old wood. You took a deep breath and opened it up, Chris standing on the other side with his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He was looking a little worse for wear then you were used to, the prominent bags under his eyes letting you know that at least he was having as hard a time sleeping as you were. His clothes were rumpled and his hair looked more unkempt; but despite all that he still caused the breath to hitch in your throat.

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The Chris Evans Mini Series (One Shots)

Imagine Chris reading a bedtime story to your children. 

A/N: I had been planning to write this for a while now, but haven’t gotten around to it. Then I saw that Chris was going to tell bedtime stories?! That just made me sit down and write this, it’s just- ughhh whhhhhyyyyy? 

*Word count: 2,484 🙊 I think I can just safely say that all these mini series one shots are going to be that long ‘cause I can’t help myself. They are just such a good couple to write about, give me that life already. 

The nightly routine in the Evans’ household started at approximately 4:30PM. The kids would hang out in the backyard, or watch TV in the living room, while you and Chris prepared dinner. That was really the only time in the day where the two of you could catch up without any interruptions because your kids knew Mama and Daddy needed to focus when working with sharp knives and hot stoves. Bedtime was another, but that time was tried to use for something else. Those moments were becoming rarer and rarer as you both suffered from exhaustion on a daily basis; being in the Hollywood Industry as well as the parents of two excitable children with exploding personalities took a toll. You and Chris both agreed you were lucky to have the other for support otherwise there was no way you’d manage. 

After dinner came the clean-up; you and Chris always made the children help so they knew they weren’t entitled even though their parents were rich and famous. Then it was bath-time, and that was a lot more work than it should’ve been. Both Jack and Lola would run up and down the halls in their underwear, making you and Chris chase them. It was always fun, until it wasn’t. Chris would have to catch both of them and carry them into the bathroom, and you’d have to lock the bathroom door behind him so your little bugs couldn’t escape. You’d then leave Chris to handle bath-time while you went down to your study to get some form of work done, be it plotting out an idea or replying to some emails. It was incredibly busy around your house and you could only squeeze work in-between nap-time, playtime, bath-time, and bedtime; all the times, basically. You were a parent about ninety percent of the time now, a hundred if your husband had to leave the state to film a movie. You wanted to complain, but you couldn’t; you loved being a mom and you loved your adorably annoying, but also perfectly perfect kids. 

“Oh God,” you heard Chris enter your study and you swiveled your chair towards him. He was drying himself up with a towel, just like every other night; the kids could never keep the water in the tub or to themselves. “If I wanted to get this wet, I’d go ride Splash Mountain.“ 

"Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you laughed as you saved your documents and powered down your laptop. Chris coming down meant that it was time to tuck your children in; the two of you liked doing it together if you could. “Uh uh,” you stopped him when you saw him through your laptop reflection, lowering himself down on the leather couch behind your desk. “You’re going to ruin the leather.” He chuckled softly, holding up his hands in surrender as he made his way back to you. “I’m done anyway, we can go tuck the kids in.”

“Alright,” he took your hand when you got to your feet. “Let’s go fuck this shit up.” He said and you laughed, pressing a kiss on his cheek; he smiled in response as he led you out of the study and towards the staircase which was on the other side of the house. “What are we going to read them tonight?” You shrugged as your mind scanned through the titles you bought for your children’s bookshelves. “They’re still fairly excited, so I think we’re going to need either a long one or three short ones." 

"I blame you for their excitable personality.”

“And I blame you for their night owl personality.”

You both laughed and Chris squeezed your hand, smiling. “Can the quality of a night owl be a part of a personality?” You quizzed and Chris nodded. “Well- I’m sorry I like staying up late, it’s the only time I can think properly. It’s also the only time I can anything done around the house, considering I have three kids running wild in the day." 

"Dodger?” He quizzed. 

“Chris Evans,” you corrected.

“Ha ha,” he bit sarcastically and you laughed; he tried not to do the same by biting back his smile. “You knew before you married me that I’m like Peter Pan, I’m never going to grow up.” You nodded, chuckling. “And you yet still married me,” he teased you.

“Yeah, well- you have your moments,” you teased him back and he laughed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Chris!” You laughed, trying to shove his damp self away from you; he only tightened his grip. “Great,” you chuckled, “now I’m wet too.”

“Sounds like we’re in for an interesting night then,” he whispered into your ear suggestively and you giggled, slapping your hand on his cheek ever so gently. “I’m going to go change into something drier so I don’t wet their beds,” he told you when you got the top of the staircase; you nodded. He released you and headed for your shared master, whereas you walked to your kids’ shared bedroom; you found Jack, Lola, and Dodger waiting patiently for your presences.

“Mama,” Lola pounced on your leg the second you entered the room; she hugged you tightly and you smiled, resting a hand on the top of her head. “We sprayed Daddy with water at bath-time,” she looked up at you, grinning cheekily.

“I saw,” you laughed and scooped her into your arms when she released your leg. You looked over at Jack who was browsing through his side of the bookshelf so he could find a book for you guys to read to them. “Bud,” you called and he turned to you as you sat down on the edge of Lola’s bed. “Did you find something?”

“Not yet,” he shook his head. “I don’t know, Mama. We’ve read all of these books already, I want something new.” He gave up looking and walked over to you, taking the knee that his little sister wasn’t on. You hugged him tightly and rested your head on the top of his blow dried hair, before turning to Lola to kiss hers. “Why can’t you read your writing to us?”

“I could, but I don’t think you’d understand a lot of it. It’s elaborate and it’s for adults to really think and reflect on their lives and issues that society possess,” you explained and they both huffed even though they didn’t understand what you told them. “And my love stories are a little too…” You couldn’t find the word; it wasn’t like it was Fifty Shades, but it didn’t have that childish nature Disney love stories carried. They were simply too young to comprehend any of it, perhaps when they reached double digits.

“There’s one love story we could tell them,” Chris interrupted from the doorway; he’d been standing there a while, just smiling at how perfect his family was. He entered the room and sat down on the floor next to Dodger, patting his bud’s head before finishing his sentence. “About an actor and how met the most beautiful writer.”

“Oh yay!” Lola hopped off your lap and jumped into her dad’s instead, resting her small head against his chest as he wrapped his big arms around her. He smiled at you as he kissed her head, eyes asking if telling your love story was a good idea.

“Is that the story of how you and Daddy met?” Jack asked you and you nodded, smiling at your husband. “We’ve never heard that story before, have we?” He quizzed and you shook your head. “So can we hear it?" He looked between you and Chris; both of you nodded at the same time. "Yes!” You lifted him up as you sat on the floor opposite Chris; Jack cuddled you, resting his head against your chest like his sister did with his dad.

“Take it away, Captain,” you told him with a smile and he looked genuinely surprised you wanted him to start. “I write and tell enough stories at work, I think I can let you do that at home.” You winked and he chuckled softly, nodding in agreement.

“Are my little pumpkins comfy?” Chris asked, but got no response.

You both look at Jack then Lola; you tickled your son for his confirmation, and Chris tickled your daughter for hers. It wasn’t until they both nodded, giggling, that Chris began telling the story of how the two of you meet. While you knew exactly how the two of you met, and have spoken about your first meeting with him numerous times before- it was going to be nice to hear what he was going to tell your children.

“Once upon a time, there was a very handsome actor.” Chris began, smiling when he saw you stifle your chuckle. “His name was Christopher Robert Evans and he had just gotten the role of Captain America.” Jack and Lola grinned excitedly, hearing their dad’s name and his comic book character. “He was starting on a path of great success and he should’ve been happy, but he wasn’t.” He did one of his half smiles and you pouted, making him chuckle. “He was thirty years old and he was still alone. He wanted someone to go home to, someone to love and love him in return, and someone to start a family with. He searched and searched, but he couldn’t find anyone. Until one day, at a Starbucks coffee shop-”

“You found Mama!” Both Jack and Lola squealed excitedly, making you and Chris laugh.

“Yes, I found Mama,” Chris nodded, sharing a smile with you; both were filled with so much love and adoration, your hearts ached. “I saw the most beautiful girl sitting by the window. She was eating red Gummi Bears and furiously scribbling away on a paper coaster. She had a bright red scarf on and her pretty hair was down, she had no makeup on but she was breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking,” he emphasized for you and you blushed.

“Did you talk to her, Daddy?” Lola asked, looking up at Chris with wide eyes. You and Chris both chuckled at her innocent question, unaware that if he didn’t- they wouldn’t have been born. “Did you talk to Mama?” She repeated when her dad didn’t answer her question immediately.

“Hush, bug,” Chris chuckled, playfully covering her small mouth with his big hand. “We’re going to get to that, you just need to be quiet so I can tell the story. Can you do that for me?” Lola nodded, noising confirmation against Chris’ hand. “Okay,” he dropped his hand and patted her belly, “I did talk to her, I just didn’t talk to her right away. I was so mesmerized by her that I spent the first ten minutes just admiring her from afar, which was a dumb move on my part because Mama was in such a rush that she left before I could talk to her." 

"Oh no!” Your children gasped. 

“But it’s okay,” Chris quickly said before they could attack him with questions. “Like Cinderella, Mama left something behind. She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice she dropped the coaster she was writing her brilliant ideas on, but I did and I picked it up.” Jack and Lola clapped, cheering for their heroic dad. “I had no idea if I would see Mama again, I just knew I had to keep it so I could find her and return it to her." 

"Where did you find her?” Jack asked the question this time. 

“Well, bud.” Chris smiled at you as he continued, “I found her at Luna’s Bistro, a few doors down. It turned out that we were fated to be together, so I didn’t have to look very far. She was meeting Uncle Kevin for lunch, and Uncle Rob and I were going to that same lunch.” Your children gasped again, making you and Chris chuckle. “I gasped too when I saw her and her bright red scarf, I couldn’t believe my luck. I went over, returned her coaster, started talking to her and-” He met your gaze again and you tried not to start crying when you saw his eyes glisten, “we haven’t stopped talking since." 

"Yay!” Your children clapped then hugged the respective parents they were sitting with. 

You and Chris both hugged your children back, smiling at each other. “I love you,” you both mouthed simultaneously and chuckled softly. You could both tell your children still weren’t mentally ready for bed yet, but physically they were done for the day. They were yawning fairly consistently, but trying to hide it because they didn’t want their parents to leave them yet. So the two of you sat with them in your arms, quietly singing the Winnie The Pooh theme song as you gently rocked them to sleep. It didn’t take long, before you could finish the song- they were fast asleep. You and Chris carefully got to your feet and tucked them into their beds; you kissed Jack’s forehead while Chris kissed Lola’s, then swapped to kiss your other child. You both stood in the doorway and watched them for a moment before turning off the lights and closing the door behind you. 

“That was super cute,” you told Chris as you wrapped an arm around his waist; he smiled and wrapped his arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Do you think we could pitch our love story to Disney or Pixar?" 

 "Oh, definitely,” he nodded. “But I think I’d rather keep our love story between us. It’s too magical and special to share, I wouldn’t want anyone stealing it and claiming credit.” You chuckled, but nodded in agreement. “Isn’t that why you haven’t done anything with the novel you wrote, about our entire life story?" 

"Kind of,” you shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t write with an intention to do anything with it. I wrote it because I liked reliving everything we’ve been through together as a couple. It also made me miss you less when you were away, which you said works for you too while I’m away.” He chuckled and nodded. “That and- I’d like our kids to have a copy to read when they’re older, so they know they should wait till they find someone special before they settle down." 

 "That’s so sweet, baby.” He pulled away from you so he could move in front of you and take your face in his hands. “Honestly- I don’t know how I got so fucking lucky,” you chuckled and wrapped your hands around his wrists. “You are just the best and I love you so much.” “I love you too,” you smiled as he drew you in for a kiss. 

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Shape of You

Word count: 1, 111 

Summary: Photo op sessions are bit too NC17 for Sebastian’s liking.

Pairing: Reader x Sebastian Stan

Sebastian has his eyes on you. Actually, you think that his eyes are casted at the crowd behind you; with their fandom shirts, and Bucky costumes, and nervous laughter that slips off the edge of their velvet tongues. The smell of the photo op room is a mix of tears, sweat, and the scent of pine that is causing bumps to rise on your skin. It’s not that you haven’t done this before. Your father has been taking you to conventions since you were fifteen. In a house full of sport fanatics; really, that wasn’t at all an overstatement. There was yet a time where at least one room in the house either had a game playing, or buzz words that were associated with whichever current sport flew through the small, but lively house.  But, somehow, you had found one interest with your dad, and this was it. Now, years later, that interest had latched onto you so tightly that you knew that it was never going to be pushed into the background.

The line moves, and the two girls before you walk as if they’re floating on cloud nine to three of the people that made up a little of the MCU squad; Mackie with his gapped grin, Chris with his blind moob grabbing, and then Sebastian, still, with his eyes on you. One of the girls perks up, and asks for a piggy back ride. And whilst the boys agree, rather eagerly, the convention’s staff usher them off rather quickly. So much so that you aren’t exactly thinking you’ll get much out of the troublesome three when you walk up to them. But Sebastian looks at you first, and without even saying anything, pulls you towards him. You realise rather quickly that the scent of pine belongs to him, and with his fingers brushed against your arms, it’s like an electric shock. Chris takes the place on your right, and Mackie is behind you. Yet, when the camera just goes off, and you’re now repeating ‘stay calm, stay calm’ in your head like a mantra; Sebastian slips. In effect, his hand that is curled entirely around your waist shifts you closer to him.

He looks at you, eyes perhaps as blue as you’ve seen in a while, with an almost apologetic look. Chris grins. And you’re gearing up to the second photo because the photographer muses that the three of you look more like a drunken gang of college students. But, then the second click goes off, and Mackie repeats his actions. Only this time he’s overestimated how far his legs can actually slide forwards, and he’s now on the floor behind you. Your body twists to notice the site behind you. At that, your gaze softens. Mackie’s lips are caught into a mischievous smile, teeth toying with his bottom lip, and the both of you just know that he’s been caught in the act. This is what causes the first time that you’ve heard Sebastian’s laugh up close. And while you’re memorised with its sound; magical, soft, lilted. It’s Chris that has your attention; with his hand falling towards his left boob, giving him a bit of his own action.

“I don’t know what to do –”

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Hump Day Hunky Hogan

Chris Hogan Is The Toast Of New England, And He Is…

Sexy As Hell, Baby!

Lies

Eva Mohn is horribly upset. 

She’s tired of the lies being thrown her way. 

“I can’t today, Eva,” he said. 

“Sorry, just going to hang out with the Riots, tonight,” he said. 

Fine, Chris Schistad can do whatever the fuck he wants but she doesn’t want him lying to her. She doesn’t want to find his tongue down another girl’s throat at a party when he said he wasn’t going to any.

Eva and Chris aren’t dating. Eva knows that. But lying is another thing. 

Why did she take this so personally? Eva could not possibly have feelings for the despicable Christoffer Schistad! Eva is Noora Saetre’s best friend and Noora has taught her that ‘fuckboys’ aren’t worth it. 

So, why does her heart crack under the pressure of her feelings when she sees him with someone else? 

Why is her mind plagued with the thoughts of her not being good enough as the other girls he makes out with and him not wanting her and her not being good enough for him? Should Eva just stop? 

Out of anger, she believes she should slap Chris and end whatever this is between them. But then she tells herself that it’s better to talk it out.. see where he’s coming from. See if there’s a reason? 

Eva is still staring at him, from across the room. 

He said he was not coming…

Chris’s hands are over a girl, as his lips roughly press kisses to her body. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the negative feelings crawling inside her. 

Nothing is enough. 

The alcohol coursing through her system isn’t enough. Girl Chris cracking her usual jokes isn’t enough. 

She sees red and she sees blue. 

Ugh, she thinks. He’s wearing that stupid t-shirt

The girl drapes across him is playing with the zipper Eva always plays with. 

And that’s when Eva looses it. 

She’s not even going to apologize for wanting to be the only person who gets to play with that zipper. 

And as she’s storming her way to the other side of the room, her feelings finally become clearly. 

Eva Mohn likes Chris Schistad and she’s fucked because of it. 

Chris wasn’t expecting Eva to be here. he really wasn’t. So, when he felt her hand turn him around, her Eva smell filling his nostrils, he freaks out. The girl he was with left as soon as Eva came. 

She knows better than not come in the way of Eva and Chris. 

He freaks out completely because she is so going to murder him. 

And being Penetrator Chris, he smashed his lips to hers, pulling her jeans clad body to him. 

The fireworks are instantly set off between them and, fuck, why? 

When Chris was kissing that other girl a few minutes ago, it didn’t feel half as good as this. So, why? 

His lips do things to Eva. It makes her mind fog up, so she’s not even able to comprehend the situation. Her judgements become so clouded, she’d take drugs in an instant, if given. 

So, yes, that’s what it’s kind of like to kiss Christoffer Schistad. 

Or is it only kissing him? A voice makes her overthink. 

But, no! She’s supposed to be furious with him! Yes, that’s what she’s supposed to do. 

So, mustering enough strength - Chris makes her weak at her knees- she shoves him off her. 

“Eva . .” Chris mumbles, trying to kiss her again. But Eva swats his hands away and then grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hallway, where drunk teenagers are desperately making out. 

She quickly pulls him into the - thankfully - empty room. 

Not understanding where she’s coming from - except for the fact of her catching his lie - Chris smirks. “I thought that Friday nights were reserved for making out only. .” 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CHRISTOFFER!” Eva yells, shoving him. “You lied to me! You fucking lied, you asshole!” 

Chris looks at her shocked. Tears brim her eyes and he feels something churn him. 

Suddenly, Chris understands that feeling as concern. He doesn’t want her crying over him. Especially him. But girls have cried before him . . Iben cried when they broke up but he didn’t approach her. 

What is it that Eva Mohn has of him? 

“You told me you were going to hang out with your friends,” Eva accuses, her voice much softer now. Her voice trembled as her brain replayed what she’d seen. “I don’t need you, Christoffer.” 

And when she said that, it wasn’t one heart that broke . . it was two. 

They both feel as if a sudden weight had been dropped on their shoulders and there is a fierce ache spreading across their chest. 

“You should’ve just said it, alright. I don’t need you,” Eva says, poking a finger at his chest. “I don’t need you or your stupid lies. You played me.” 

And Chris opens his mouth to say something. But his throat feels dry and he hoarsely whispers, “Eva, I –” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eva raises her voice a little. “You think you can play me and walk away? Guess what, you can’t! You can’t fucking lie to me and expect I won’t be mad at you!” 

“I lied to you for a reason, Eva Kviig Mohn, alrigh’!” 

“I don’t need your pathetic excuses right now, Schistad!” 

“Oh, really?” taunts Chris, grabbing her waist. He turns their bodies and slams her straight up against the wall, his hips digging into hers. “Didn’t you think there would be a reason for my lying?” His lips are now pressed softly against her jawline. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” Eva hotly whispers into his ear. 

“I needed to get away from you.” 

“By lying?” 

“The only way I wouldn’t directly hurt you.” 

Eva pushes him away for the third time. 

“You fucker! ‘Wouldn’t hurt me’! What? I fucking saw you with that girl and you thought that I wouldn’t directly be hurt?” 

“I lied for a good reason, okay!” 

Really? Oh, please, do tell me!” 

“Because being around you does things to me! Things I can’t handle! And staying away from you was helping!” 

Eva stops, her eyes wide. 

Chris has no idea what he said means. He has no idea that he just admited to liking her - implied, of course. 

And Eva tries to ignore the jumps in her heart. She tries to ignore the smile breaking onto her face. 

Chris is confused. . what did he say? 

But before he can have any realisations, Eva’s grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She quickly angles her head and kisses him, trying to help relieve herself of the feeling building up in her heart. 

Chris doesn’t think much, on his part. He hoists her up and presses her against the wall. Groaning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a well-earned moan from Eva’s mouth. To satisfy himself even more, he repeats the action, earning the same response. 

With his hips holding her firm in place, his hands push her t-shirt up and he kisses her right above her heart. 

Eva takes her t-shirt off and throws it across the room, not caring. Getting back on her feet, she unbuckles his belt and unbottons his pants. She doesn’t have time to pull them down because Chris steps into the space between her legs and crafts a love bite onto her neck. 

“You and me, Eva,” Chris growls, leading her to the bed. 

Eva’s heart flips. And he isn’t giving her false hope. No, he’s actually saying something true. And she’s so grateful. 

Eva didn’t expect to be the girl to change Chris. She just wanted the countless amounts of good sex. But . . things change. 

Just as he sets her down, Eva chuckles, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just said?” 

best friends

a/n: i need someone in my life asap why do i do this to myself,,, i hope you like this anyway!!

word count: 1,8k

pairing: chris x reader

warnings: so so sO cheesy and [chandler bing voice] i loathe myself

masterlist

gif isn’t mine!


Ever since the day Chris met you he knew you were going to leave an impact in his life. To this day, he actually remembers the scenario you met in perfectly to every little detail. It was a cloudy day and little five year old Christoffer had chosen to go out and hang out in the park close to his home. He was used to play a fireman there alone, which was exactly what he had planned to do but then his eyes landed on you.

You didn’t remember anything from that day or that specific moment, but Chris did. You were playing in the sandbox, building what looked like a castle with the help of your red wooden shovel. Chris was intrigued by your presence, slowly walking closer and closer to you. He found it odd that someone was in his park and in his sandbox and on top of all that it was a girl. Weren’t girls supposed to stay inside and play princesses?

This was the part he always teased you about, no matter the situation you were in he talked to you about it. You were pretty sure at his death bed he’d still be talking about it. Chris was apparently about to reach out to you, when you suddenly had turned around to slap him with your shovel in the forearm. Little Chris hadn’t even been that upset about it, which you highly doubted, and had started to talk to you.

That basically was how you met, and shortly after that you became inseparable. Everyone knew that you were a package deal and would do anything for each other. Some found it annoying, some found it cute. Many had mistaken your friendship for an actual relationship, including your parents.

You felt somewhat anxious when the subject of you and Chris dating came up, since you knew Christoffer’s feelings towards you were strictly platonic. Or so you thought, Chris felt like laughing every time he realized how much he liked you. Hell, he was pretty sure he was way past the liking phase and was slowly but surely falling in love, a thing that he didn’t believe in.

By the time you got in high school, Chris was asked to join The Penetrators. Things had changed since, he became a complete fuckboy and you learnt to push your feelings towards Christoffer aside and even got a boyfriend. Chris on the other hand just basically went from one girl to another, never letting things get too serious since it wouldn’t be right when he had feelings for someone else.

Christoffer loathed your boyfriend and the fact that he had feelings for you wasn’t even the biggest reason for it. You deserved much better than that tool, who was probably just using you. Chris did everything humanly possible to not let his feelings about the relationship show, but you knew him and picked up on it pretty quickly. He was glad that you never got mad at him for it and were actually understanding. Another quality of yours he loved.

And one day, all those things he thought about your boyfriend were proven right. You had called him and asked if it was okay if you came over, Chris immediately responding ’yes of course’ and basically pushing his guests out of his place.

He could’ve sworn his heart broke the instant he opened the door, your normal state of cheerfulness and kindness gone and replaced with tear stained cheeks. Chris wasn’t dumb, he immediately knew what had happened and he was boiling with anger, he might’ve even been furious. At that moment he knew that getting angry was useless, when all you needed was someone to comfort you. Chris gave you an apologetic smile before pulling you in a hug, his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, drawing soothing circles to your back.

Chris held you for a good 15 minutes, not caring if people in the streets could see the scene. When you managed to calm down, you pulled away from Chris and saw that his once gray sweater was soaked through and had mascara stains on it. It was your turn to give him an apologetic smile, he just shook his head and told you ’it’s okay’.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind when you did. You sat on his couch as he went in the kitchen to get you tissues so you’d look less like a panda. He came back quickly, holding the tissues towards you along with a cup of tea which you gladly took. Chris hesitated for a moment not sure if sitting next to you was the best option, before deciding against and just go for it.

Silence fell in the room, you were getting your thoughts together whilst carefully sipping on your tea and Chris was just waiting to see if you’d speak up, he didn’t except anything though. It actually surprised him when you started talking.

”I saw with another girl. You were right Chris and I was dumb enough to not believe you, I’m sorry.” You said, avoiding his gaze because truthfully you were ashamed. He didn’t like the guy and had had the guts to tell you why, you were stupid enough to not believe him.

Christoffer furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion. You were smart, or at least smart enough to not blame yourself for things that happened despite what you did. Chris realized that he had been quiet for a long time and you had started to stress.

”No, no, no, no, it’s not your fault,” he hurriedly told you as you turned to look at him. Your eyes were still red from the crying and there still was smudged mascara on your face, despite all that he found you beautiful. ”You’re smart, you know this is not your fault. He’s an ass and you’re better off without him. I could’ve been completely wrong about him, but you chose to trust him because that’s what you do in relationships. This particular guy wasn’t the right one for you, but someone else is and I sincerely hope you’ll find him soon.”

You smiled weakly at Chris, still feeling a little down. Chris was right, he almost always was. You were thankful for having him even as only a friend, even though you wanted so much more. Chris pulled you closer for another hug, you were glad he did. Even when things got complicated Chris was always there. You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you started to feel yourself fall asleep in his arms. It felt right, like this was the place you belonged in.

Chris looked at you peacefully sleep in his arms, his cheeks flushing a bit. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten to get a best friend like you and get the chance to fall for you. Moments later, he could feel his eyelids get heavy, him now falling asleep too. His grip was tight enough to keep you in place, your head on his shoulders.

ʕ→ᴥ←ʔ

All of that had happened a week ago now, neither one of you really talking. You were the first one to wake up that day, your cheeks flushing red when you found yourself cuddling with him. You’ll admit you could’ve handled things differently, you simply untangled your self his tight grip careful enough to not wake him up and left. You felt horrible for it, but Chris never came forward to you concerning the matter.

Chris felt like he had done something wrong, but he was too nervous to talk to you about it. It did hurt him a bit when he saw that you were gone that morning, but he had done that too to many people and it didn’t feel nice. It probably was karma or something like that, he thought. Chris sighed loudly when he heard the doorbell ring. Maybe if he ignored it whoever is trying to get in would give up and go, but much to his discomfort that didn’t happen. He opened the door, only to see you once again behind it. He was surprised to say the least.

”I’m sorry I just practically barged in with no notice or anything, but I really need to talk to you.” Chris could tell you were nervous, so he just nodded and let you come in. He gave you an excepting look, waiting for you to explain your sudden visit when you hadn’t talked in a week.

”I’m really sorry for leaving you then, it was wrong. I guess I just got nervous, you make me nervous in general, but like in a good way and I had planned out a whole speech but now I’m completely ruining it by blabbering,” you told him quickly, the rush in your tone surprising yourself too. Over the span of the week in which you and Chris didn’t talk, you had realized how strong your feelings towards him were. You talked about it to Noora, who convinced you to just tell Chris even though it might not end up well. And that was what you were trying to do right now, come clean to him about your feelings except that it had gone much more smoothly whilst rehearsing in your room.

”I really like you Chris and I want to be with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same.” You said, only now daring to look up at Chris. Your eyes went wide when you saw his expression, his eyes were beaming with admiration and love, a dorky smile plastered on his perfectly carved face.

That was all the confirmation you needed to know he felt the same way. Your heart was racing when he placed his hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. His face was inches apart from yours, his breath fanning over your face. And then he leaned in, tenderly capturing your lips in his. You both poured all the feelings you had ever had in that kiss.

It didn’t feel weird like you had anticipated at first, it felt normal. It felt like after years of pushing back your feelings, pieces of the puzzle were finally getting in the right place, as it was meant to be. Chris was the one to pull away, the smile he previously had still on his face.

”Can you believe how much of a cliché we are?” Chris said, earning a laugh from you. It was true, but neither one would want it to be any other way. You were both happy and eager to make this work. Maybe your destiny was to become best friends and fall in love. Maybe, just maybe you were soulmates.

Y is for Yeast Infection (25/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS).
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones.
Prompt: Fic 25 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  Y is for Yeast Infection.
Word Count: 1630.
Warnings:
 Awkwardness.
Rating: Teen+.
Author’s Note: Y’all can blame @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse for this one. I was going to write something else, but one late-night conversation dissolved into sheer ridiculosity and this was born.  It came out a lot more PG than the conversation did!

Y is for Yeast Infection

“C’mon, Chris, do me a solid,” you beg your best friend.

Christine Chapel smiles wryly at you, her overall expression apologetic.  You’ve been suffering from itching in a very sensitive spot for days, and as of this morning, you’ve added discharge to your repertoire.  You’ve been dancing around the issue for a while now, hoping it would just go away on its own, but you can’t take it anymore.  You’re pleading with the nurse, hoping she can help you so that you can avoid what you’re sure will be an awkward and terminally embarrassing visit with your lover and the ship’s chief medical officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she says softly.  “I can’t just give you the cream.  Up here in the void, we’ve got to keep a detailed log of our inventory, and that means I can’t sign any meds out without a doctor’s approval.  To get that, I’d need to have him see you.”

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So the last time I wrote something was…I think five months ago. Lack of confidence or ideas do not make for writing fanfics. But here I go, attempting a ficlet as Lynne’s dream prompts are so good. ~900 words regarding a headcannon of St. Patrick’s Day 2017.

Darren got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He usually didn’t do so; after all, he was in his own home. However, Chris had a habit of airing out the apartment, usually after showers, and he didn’t want a repeat of last month’s mishap where he walked out completely exposed.

If the old guy living in the building over had recognized him, then there would have been a scandal he would have preferred not to deal with.

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Evermore. Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You and Chris attend a recent premiere and you have a surprise for him.

A/N: SO MUCH FLUFF OMG // sexy times // implied sex

Word Count: 3k

     Humming to yourself and unknowingly swaying to the tune, you adjusted a few pieces of your hair. As you swayed, the tulle skirt of your royal blue A Line gown shuffled and twirled just above the floor. Without your heels, the dress would drag across the hardwood floor. The strapless corset of the dress was embroidered with dark gold threading with crystals studded along the neckline of the bodice. When you went to have this dress made, you wanted something that would match the event: the Hollywood premiere of the new live action Beauty and the Beast. You and Chris both received invitations to the event and you could not have been more thrilled. You and Chris, both being Disney fans, decided to take their excitement to the next level, by having your attire for the evening match the theme colors of the film. You both went to the same designer and requested that Chris’ blue tux matched the royal blue color of your dress. He kept black as the secondary color, whereas yours was the gold, but the pair of you were a masterpiece. You looked yourself over once more in the full length mirror in your bedroom. Your hands smoothed over the tulle that subtly fountained from your waist, making sure that it was laying just right. You carefully bit at the inside of your bottom lip in excitement. You were a casual styled woman, but you almost felt as beautiful now as the day you married Chris. With a full turn, you watched the dress fan out and the gold threading caught the light like a dusting of candlelight. Your little show was stopped short when Chris was suddenly yelling for you down the hall.

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(Single!Chris Pratt because yeah. Also, go easy on me with requests for tomorrow cause I have to write a long part of my Jurassic World/Supernatural crossover!)

“And… action!” the director shouted and both you and Chris got into characters.

You were filming the scene of where your character was pleading with Chris’ character, Owen, to not go out to hunt the I-Rex with the Raptors.

“You are not going to do this. I am not going to let you do this Owen” you spoke in a low and firm voice.

“(Y/n)” he let out a sigh “I know that this is dangerous but I have to do this, it is the only way. There are so many lives at risk here!”

“And what about your life Owen?! What about you?! You can’t do this Owen, please” you took hold of his shoulders as tears started welling up in your eyes “You might die out there" 

Owen let out a sad sigh and wrapped his arms around you "I know, (Y/c/n). I know. But it must be done.” he pulled away from you.

“No, no Owen please. I’m begging you. Please don’t do this” your lower lip trembled “I can’t- I can’t be without you. Please I can’t stand the chance of losing you” you chocked on fake-tears.

“I’m sorry, but I have to. Those people depend on me” his voice was low and rough.

“B-but no, Owen, no. I love you!” you said desperately and suddenly you saw something flash through Chris’ eyes. It was supposed to happen because it was actually the first time your character said that she loved Owen but this- the flash through Chris’ eyes was something completely different.

“I know” he said walking again back close to you, but still leaving space between the two of you.

“And I love you too. More than anything else in this world” he said with a soft smile on his face. A completely unlike Owen smile for that matter. 

“Uh wha-” you didn’t utter more words as Chris kept talking.

“And it is funny cause I never thought I would ever love a woman as much as I love you” he added with a soft chuckle and you visibly frowned more.

“Uh has there been any additions to the script and I didn’t know?” you asked with an awkward laugh as you looked around you at the crew and director, breaking character. This was not how the scene was supposed to go.

Chris as Owen would just say ‘I know’ with a soft smirk and then leave as (Y/c/n) still pleaded with him. Certainly not this. But none of the people on the crew made any move as to stop him so… what the hell was going on?

“And… this may sound crazy but well uh…” he laughed rather nervously and took hold of your hand. He bent down on one knee and your eyes widened.

“Uh Chris… what are you doing?” you asked your boyfriend in disbelief.

“(Y/n)” he said your name rather than your character’s “I know we haven’t been very long together, only two years, but I’ve known you for so long that I think- no, no I am sure that we were meant to be. Even if you had to practically torture me before saying yes to a date with me” he said with a laugh and you chuckled slightly as well “But that does not matter. It wouldn’t be you if I didn’t have to try for months to get you to go out. And honestly… I loved it. I loved it more than I thought I ever would just like I loved you more than I thought I ever would. And I know that… I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So… I am just going to ask you cause the sooner the better-” he said taking in a deep breath and letting go of your hand he searched through his pockets.

He soon found what he was looking for and soon took a small red velvet box out of his pocket and held it in front of you opening it “(Y/n) will you marry me?” he asked with an unsure smile.

Your breath hitched on your throat as you felt your heart lip to your throat. Your eyes widened as you looked around you at everybody else that was looking at you with expecting looks.

You turned your head to look at Chris and a wide smile spread on your lips as the tears that had welled up in your eyes from your previous acting now rolled down. They were happy tears.

“Yes, Chris. Yes” you breathed out and a wide grin spread on his face as he took the ring and put it on your finger, soon wrapping his arms around you, just like you did, and spinning you around.

Everybody clapped and cheered around you. Chris pulled just slightly away to look at you, his own eyes glistening with tears as he bent down to kiss your lips softly.

He pulled completely away as he turned to look at everybody else and taking hold of your hand he lifted it in the air, the huge smile never leaving his face.

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You’re my favorite song

Prompt: This by Ed Sheeran? Or lucky by Jason Mraz? For the song imagines?

A/N: I love those songs, and I couldn’t decide for one, so I made a mashup, sort of. Send requests, I hope you like this one. Sorry for the crappy title. 

Warnings: fluff.

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I’m not a funny girl, I just say stuff. On the other hand, I’m quite clumsy and very spontaneous. Those abilities were part of the decision of giving me a radio show. I had worked hard for it, I loved the idea of being part of the laughs in the middle of the rush hour. I liked make people happy.

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?” Chris asked. I smiled. This man made my clumsiness and fan girl goes from zero to one thousand. He was just getting home after a long, long press tour. Well, it was two weeks that felt like forever.

“I’m still at work. Missing you. And also about to go crazy because today’s guest decided to cancel” I sighed. I heard his amusing laugh.

“Hey, it’s not funny! I have thirty minutes or less to get someone in the show. I should actually hang up. I’ll see you in a bit, because I’m going to lose my job, yay! Love you”

“You’re crazy, woman. I love you too”. After that, I started to scroll on my contacts list. Shit. I was so screwed.

“Y/n? We have someone, he’s going to be here soon” my producer told, I sighed.

“That’s good! Who am I going to introduce?” he smiled.

“Chris Evans”

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“You set me up!” I told him when I saw him walking on the studio. He didn’t pay attention to my complaining. He grabbed me and kissed me. it was one of those kissed. Where your jead goes backward, his hands around my waist. He smiled against my lips. Yep. It was one of those kiss that takes you back to life.

“I missed you so much, I wanted to see you as soon as possible. Can you blame a man that it’s so in love?” I smiled and put my arms around his neck. I was so hypnotized by him.

“Of course not” he leaned and almost touch my lips.

“On air in one minute” I heard someone. He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. This was going to be interesting.

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“And that was the amazing Adele, I’m such a fan. But you already knew that since I play in every block. Also, there’s someone that knows that, our today’s guest, the one and only, just like Adele’s song, Chris Evans. Welcome, captain” I said. He laughed.

“Thank you for having me and I do. I know that. God” he sighed “I know that” he repeated and we both laughed.

“Hello, everyone, this is y/n in the company of Chris Evans who turns out to have another blockbuster” I added and the phones started to ring like crazy.

“It’s not a big deal. But it’s a great movie. You should go to watch it”

“Oh, I’d love to, but my boyfriend’s never here, can you believe that? I can’t go to the movies without him”

“Bastard!” he replied.

“Alright, Chris, let’s take a call. Hello, this is y/n and Chris Evans”

“Oh my God, you’re like the cutest couple ever, you’re relationship goals forever” a girl said almost too fast. Was she even breathing?

“Well, have you seen her? She’s got the cutest on her own, I just smile” Chris spoke. I felt an “aww” running through my body.

“I agree. What’s your name, doll?”

“Sara”

“Hello, Sara” we both said.

“Oh, my God. I can’t believe this” she started again and Chris laughed.

“To make it more believable, ask anything you’d like to know” I added. I admired Chris, even when he was sitting a bit away from me, he was in the right spot to be looked at. He was wearing his Boston cap, old jeans and grown beard.

“How did you realize you were in love with her, Chris?” I wide-opened my eyes.

“Yeah, Chris? How did you?” I cheered and put my elbow in the table and used my hand as support for my face.

“That’s easy. She was making pancakes. I remember that day. I got straight to her home after a while of being away. We never missed communication. We always talked on the phone and in one conversation, I told her that I wanted to bad pancakes. So, when I got to her place. She’d invited me for dinner. And that was our dinner. I loved how she was dancing while cooking. I felt like I could watch that forever, you know? And knowing that she’d take care of me through the smallest details was just wonderful” I was looking at him while I held my breath. I remembered that moment. We were friends back then. He was just getting started with the whole Captain America phenomenon.

“Oh, my God! That’s like the sweetest story ever, guys, congratulations”

“Thank you!” we spoke at the same time.

“Alright, I bet you still have a lot of questions, but let’s move to the music. Here’s Ed Sheeran with his newest hit, we’ll be back, don’t move!” the on air sign turned off. I sighed. I stood up just to kiss Chris. I heard a bunch of awwws and I smiled against his lips.

“I didn’t know”

“That’s how I remember you when I’m away”

“That happened when we were best friends” I added. He smiled.

“I know, it’s funny, huh? I guess I realized how happy and lucky I was to have you in my life even when I was overseas, but I confirmed it that very moment” I kissed him and got back to my place when I saw the signs of my producer.

“And we’re back as I promised. Here’s Chris Evans as my secretary, so make your calls, let’s see who’s on the line, hello?” I spoke fast.

“Hello, this is Anna”

“Hey, Anna? How are you?” Chris asked.

“Great, I can’t believe I’m talking to you!”

“Well, you are!” he laughed and settled on his chair. His hand ran through his beard. He was playing with a bottle of water.

“But, the question is for y/n” I threw my hands in the air.

“Ha! In your face, Evans. Shoot, Anna” I laughed while I looked at Chris.

“What is like being in love with Chris Evans?” I thought my answer.

“Well, it’s very easy. Before getting into this relationship, we had a friendship, so we already knew all the crap that makes relationships fall apart. And he is different from most men I know. I realized that this is what actually feels like falling in love. He has shown me when someone cares, that love it’s not only about making sacrifices. It’s taking risks together, growing together, and being silly together. He’s easy to love. And come on! Have you seen him?” I laughed.

“Anna?” he questioned. “I’m going to kiss my girlfriend, because I love how corny she is and how red her cheeks are turning” now, he stood up and kissed.

“You’re so sweet!” she screamed.

“Thank you, hope you call soon, honey!” I added. God. This was so crazy. But I knew something for sure. He was my mate. My better half.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, I just love you” I said “and I just said that on air. Let’s go to commercials, we’ll be back with the newest, coolest, Adelest hits.”

“I love you too!” Chris screamed before we were off air.

A Second Chance

PT: 1/2

Chris Evans x Reader
Genre: Fluff?

Summary:
You and Chris dated for 3 years, then you got pregnant and he left. Your son Ethan is now a little over a year old and guess who comes back.

Originally posted by chrisevanshh

It’s been about 10 months since Chris has been in Ethan’s life and you must admit it, he’s a damn good father. You still haven’t gotten Ethan to call him “dad” yet though.

You and Chris have had many moments where you have connected like you used to but, you were still hesitant to go down that path. But Chris has honestly been amazing. Whenever he has to leave Boston for work, he texts you all the time to ask about how you and Ethan, mostly Ethan, are doing. He tries to face time with Ethan almost everyday.

And Ethan, he loves Chris. Right now, Chris is filming so he has been gone for months. Ethan asks for him everyday.

To you, Chris has proved himself. He has proved that he does want to be in Ethan’s life and he has proved that he is ready to be a father. So, while Chris has been gone you have been getting Ethan to call him “daddy”. You’ve been showing Ethan pictures of Chris and calling him “daddy”. Ethan is so smart he has already caught on.

Currently Chris can’t face time but he can call. He called you to talk.

“Hey Chris, you all packed?” you asked.

“Nope, you know me, I hate packing.” he responded.

“So you’re leaving it for the last moment now aren’t you.”

“Yep.

“Typical. Want to talk to your son?”

“Of course I do, I do enjoy our conversations though.” Chris said.

You scoffed, “Well that’s expected given my amazing personality and superior communication skills. Give me a sec, let me call the little monster.”

“Hey! Watch it, he’s not a monster!”

You chuckled then covered the speaker with your hand.

“Ethan come here! Ethan!” you called to your son playing with his toys in the tv room.

Ethan ran over.

“Here baby it’s daddy” You whispered

“Daddy?”

“Mhmmn, come” you said putting the phone on speaker and handing Ethan your cell phone. “Say hi”

Ethan waved to the phone and giggled.

“He waved Chris.” You chuckled.

Chris laughed. “Ethan hey buddy, it’s Chris. How are you?”

Ethan laughed recognizing Chris’ voice. He said something you couldn’t understand.

“I’m going to take that as you’re doing great. Guess what Ethan, I’m coming home in two days. You probably don’t understand a word I’m saying.” Chris said.

You laughed.

“Chris what time are you coming in?”

“Elven in the morning, Scott’s going to pick me up. I’ll drop my suitcases off at home then come to your place if that’s okay.”

“That’s perfect, see you then. I have to drop Ethan off at daycare now. We’ll talk to you later. Say bye Ethan.”

Ethan said bye.

“Bye Ethan, I miss you.” Chris said and hung up.


Two days later Chris had arrived in Boston like he said. He texted you to say he was on his way over to your place.

“Alright Ethan, Daddy is going to be here soon.”

Ethan just jumped around playing with his toy in his own world. You sat down on your couch watching tv while waiting for Chris. 10 minutes later there was a knock on your door. Ethan was still too busy playing with his toys to even notice.

“Coming” you called out.

You smiled at your son and got up heading to the the door opening it. It was Chris.

“Hey how was the flight?” You asked.

Chris’ eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you. He pulled you in for a hug which you gladly accepted.

“The flight was pretty good. I’m happy to be back home though, I missed you.” Chris said burying his face in your hair’s softness and sweet scent.

“I missed you too.” You replied settling into his embrace even more. The two of you remained like that for a little until a giggle broke your moment. Chris pulled away ready to see his son.

You on the other hand were nervous and praying Ethan would call him ‘daddy’. You wanted this moment to be perfect because Chris has earned it.

You closed the door and turned to Ethan’s direction.

“Ethan…Ethan..Ethan! I swear I’m going to throw those toys away, he never pays attention anymore. Ethan look who it is!!” you called out.

“Hey buddy, guess whose back!” Chris said walking in and kneeling.

Ethan finally turned at the sound of Chris’ voice and his face immediately brightened. He got up and ran toward you and Chris.

“DADDY!” Ethan called out with arms open. He flew into Chris’ arms. 

Chris held on but was in complete shock, “Did you just….y/n he called me…." 

You smiled widely and got down to his level.

"Daddy I heard. I figured it was about time Ethan called you who you are to him. Surprise.” You said softly.

You noticed the tears welling up in Chris’ eyes.

“Ethan say it again. Who am I?” Chris asked his son excited.

Ethan didn’t respond. He just pushed his hands on Chris’ mouth and rubbed his hands over his beard that was growing in.

You laughed.“Ethan, show daddy your new toys.” You said.

The word “toy” caught his attention. Ethan got out of Chris’ arms and ran to his toys picking one up.

“Daddy look you!” He said showing Chris his Captain America toy.

A tear fell from Chris’ eyes. “Yeah that’s me.” He said getting up.

Chris turned to you. “You did this? How?”

“It wasn’t easy, but whenever we’d face time before you’d get on I’d tell him he was talking to "daddy” and I showed him pictures of you as cap and he recognized you. What can I say the kid loves you.” You said then wiped the tear that fell from Chris’ eyes. “Sometimes I’d even have to talk over him because he’d continuously call you daddy during our FaceTimes. It was hard keeping this a surprise.“

Chris stared at you in awe. This is the women he fell in love with all those years ago, this is the women he is still in love with. He couldn’t believe what you did for him. He didn’t deserve you.

Ethan started tugging on Chris’ pants.

"Come play!”

“I’m coming buddy.” Chris told Ethan but never took his eyes off of yours. “Just give me a second.”

“What?” You asked confused.

“I’m sorry in advance for what I’m about to do.” Chris said.

You looked at him in confusion. Then he wrapped an arm around you pulling you to him and crashed his lips into yours. You immediately melted into his kiss, missing the feeling of his lips on yours. In the past 10 months out of all the moment you two have had you’ve never kissed yet. You haven’t had a kiss with this man in more than 3 years. Chris wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you closer deepening the kiss. You hands caressed his chest tugging on his shirt sometimes as his tongue invaded your mouth. Your hands eventually found themselves around his neck your fingers running through his hair as you two kissed. Kissing you Chris finally realized how much he missed being with you like this. Eventually you two pulled away for air.

Chris rested his forehead on yours.“Thank you y/n. I owe you more than I can ever repay.”

“Chris it’s not that big of deal, it’s just a name.”

“Yeah but you knew how much it meant to me for him to call me that, and you were also the one to bring that amazing kid into this world. ”

“We both did that.”

“No I walked out on you. You’re the reason I got this chance. I can never repay you for that.”

You reached for his hands, lacing your fingers with his.

“I don’t think I’ve told you this yet but, I forgive you Chris. As crazy as it sounds I guess I understand why you did what you did. You told me you didn’t want a kid and I led you to believe that I didn’t want one either. It wasn’t entirely fair for me to be mad at you when I changed my mind, I put you in a tough spot. I can’t say I wasn’t angry though, or that I didn’t expect you to stay because I did. But, I’m not mad anymore because in the end you came back. That’s what matters, that’s why I forgive you. You need to forgive yourself now. You deserve it. ”

Chris smiled widely. “That’s gonna get you kissed.” He said leaning in.

You leaned in as well and he kissed you.

“What does this mean?” He mumbled against your lips.

“We’ll talk about it tonight. ” you replied kissing him once more before pulling away.

“Now your son is waiting to play with you. Go.” You said pushing him in Ethan’s direction. Chris sat down in front of the couch resting his back so he could play with Ethan.

You sat on the couch behind Chris running your fingers through his hair, watching the two of them, your family,  

Today was a day you and Chris would never forget. The pieces have been put together for your little family, now hopefully this is the start to your lives together as one.

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Parks and Recreation: First Lines vs Last Lines