go home chris

Locker Room*

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: There’s no real plot, maybe Reader wants to fool around in a locker room. Once again, this poor summary does not reflect my writing in general, I hope. Bear with me, please.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: swearing, dirty talking, oral sex (both receiving), Chris being a butt guy [?], fingering and protected sex in a locker room, I guess.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

    “Seriously Chris, why would you work out so late?” You whined, throwing your gym bag at the back of the car as you popped in, sitting next to him.

    “Listen, we both like this gym and this hour is the best time slot.” Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, pecking your cheek and you buckled up the passenger seat belt.

    “There are other interesting ways to do exercises,” you wiggled your eyebrows, wandering your fingertips along his thigh and he rolled his eyes, starting the car. “If you do this to preserve your privacy then think about wearing something else than a cap. This became so obvious it’s Chris Evans hiding under.”

    “Always hilarious, Y/N,” he looked at the road, driving through Los  Angeles and you leaned your head against the seat, setting your running shoes on the dash. “You know it’s the job, I’m starting to film Infinity War in a couple of months now.”

    “Really, I had no idea… Captain Fucking Obvious.” Your eyes stared straight through the window as he glanced at you with his eyebrows furrowed, giving you his special look he used whenever you used sarcasm and a small laugh slipped through your lips.

    Once you’d finally reached the gym club opened at night, you both headed towards the different locker rooms and you got rid of your bag and jacket. You finally joined your boyfriend in the room - with some other people - and you saw him already working out as he focused on the upper part of his body.

    You smiled and as Chris sent you a wink, you tried to leave this glorious sight of him flexing his biceps, grunting lightly or tensing his back so much that you could’ve drawn the muscles through his T-shirt. You couldn’t help but internally gush over how very handsome he looked like this and how sexy his athletic outfit embraced all his muscles tightening then relaxing.

    Shaking your head slightly, you chose to concentrate the hard work on your legs for the night and you climbed on your favorite device, trying to forget the thoughts flying above your mind.

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    Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

    A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

    “Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

    “I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

    “And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

    There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

    “Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

    Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

    Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

    “Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

    “Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

    You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

    The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

    “I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

    You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

    The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

    “Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

    “What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

    “No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

    “You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

    “Y/N, it was part-”

    “It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

    “I was just trying to protect you-”

    “From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

    “I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

    “Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

    “I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

    “I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

    “I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

    “Yes,” you lied with a nod.

    “Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

    You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

    “I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

    “And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

    “But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

    “Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

    “Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

    “I’m never letting you go again.”

    “Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

    Snapshots [Chriseva/Post 4.10/Future Fic]

    Dedicated to all the Chriseva fans left hurt, angry and disappointed by the finale. I wrote this as something therapeutic for myself to try and get over my sadness even though I didn’t think I could ever bring myself to read or write another Chriseva fic again.  

    May we all stick together and bring each other up in this time sadness. I love you guys. The Chriseva fans have been some of the nicest and best people I’ve met on this site.

    I hope that this may ease maybe a little bit of the hurt we’re all feeling.


    When Eva was fifteen, she thought she had everything figured out. If someone had asked her then where she saw herself in ten years, she’d probably said married to Jonas with two kids, a pair; one boy and one girl; the girl with a long mane of cascading black hair and the boy with a head of tight strawberry blond curls and the eyebrows to match. Or it could be the other way around, or neither, it didn’t really matter to her. But she genuinely saw her happily ever after with Jonas and if she pretended hard enough she’d be able to ignore the agonizing stab of guilt that came along with it.

    When Eva was sixteen, she just wanted to make it through the school year without too much trouble and she wanted Jonas to love her the way she loved him and she kept hoping that he wouldn’t keep putting her in the corner with the rest of the things he constantly took for granted. At least that’s what Eva felt on the inside, on the outside she was living her happily ever after with Jonas. Right?

    When Eva was seventeen, she just wanted to party and she wanted to fuck, all the time and everyone. She partied with Chris most of the time and fucked him even more frequently than that. Chris was easy; he didn’t expect anything more, just like she wasn’t willing to give anything more. He always came prepared with his Cheshire cat grin and his devil-may-care attitude and he was hot as shit and fucked just as well. He was what Eva needed in the moment. But just that moment. Right?

    When Eva was eighteen, everything suddenly turned out too complicated. Chris wanted something more, more than she was willing to give, and Eva fell back into old habits, doing the same thing she always did when things got too hard: she ran. This time the path led her to Jonas’s door and his bed. But this was what she really wanted, right? Getting back on the right path, the path that included Jonas and their two kids and the white picket fence on their lawn and the big blue house that sat at the edge of the cobblestone path. Chris said he loved her and that he was ready to settle down with her even though she wasn’t, and as it turned out, Chris wasn’t ready either.

    They came together but they left separately, but that was okay.

    When Eva was nineteen she realized that Jonas would never really change; not for her, not for anyone. She’d fallen back into bad habits and lost the voice she’d finally acquired after so long. Once again her opinions always came in second; her needs were always put last and her feelings were always made to be a joke. One day, Eva just picked up her strewn clothes from off the floor and left, and she never looked back.

    When Eva was twenty she put herself first for the first time in her life. She finally put men to the side and hooked up only on the weekends when she’d meet up with the girls for a night out. She went back to school and studied to be a teacher; perhaps one day she would be able to help a kid avoid making the same mistakes she had in her youth. She still partied hard on the weekends with her crew. They’d laughed when she used that term for the first time, but Eva thought it was appropriate. The little voice in the back of her head laughed at the irony of everything, but for some reason the laughter sounded too familiar, but it didn’t belong to her.

    Every night though, she’d go home alone, but that was okay.

    When Eva was twenty one, she met Chris by chance at the club during the weekend she was out. He was DJ-ing at the club that night and meeting him had been purely by chance, or maybe it had been fate instead. She went back home with him that night and he left early in the morning after fixing her breakfast. He had another gig that night in a club in a different city. They promised to keep in touch.

    They didn’t, but that was okay.

    When Eva was twenty-two, Vilde announced that she and Magnus had gotten engaged. Everyone thought it was too soon, but no one said anything, not even Sana. Magnus made Vilde happy and it was obvious and that was the only thing that mattered. She asked them to be her bridesmaids at her wedding and all of them were too happy to oblige. That night they went out and got shit faced drunk. Eva had sex with the bartender in the backroom of the club, but she left alone.

    When Eva was twenty-three, Vilde and Magnus married. She, Sana and Noora were the bridesmaids and Chris was the maid of honour. Vilde looked absolutely stunning in her white dress and Magnus looked smart and sharp in his tailored suit. Eva didn’t think she’d ever seen Vilde that genuinely happy in her life. Perhaps it was only in part because of the wedding, the other part was probably because her mom was there, present and sober and walked her proudly down the aisle.

    When Eva was twenty-four, she finished her studies and moved out of her mom’s house into her own apartment. She found employment in the elementary school just down the street from her new place and it was perfect. Everything was perfect. The day she graduated, her mom and her friends all managed to make it to the ceremony to watch her receive her degree. It was the proudest moment of her life. She went out partying that night with her girls at the club and the DJ playing the music winked at her from across the room. She was too drunk on alcohol and giddiness to really pay attention to the person until she was locking lips with him in the dark corner of the club while the music was blaring in the background.

    Chris went home with her that night and they stayed in the whole weekend fucking.

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    Imagine your brother checking in on you and Chris.

    A/N: Part 3 of ‘Just Friends’ 😊 I love every part of this, I hope I’m not being conceited when I say that. 😂 You can read the previous parts here: (Just Friends: Part 1/Part 2)

    Chris sat on the floor with his back against your sofa; the hands on your clock were slowly ticking over to midnight. He took a bite of his pizza and eyed you as your black Sharpie dashed lines along the top left corner of the pizza box. It was your turn to be the hangman, to create a word, phrase, or message for Chris to guess. You’d guessed his phrase ‘bossy control freak’ fairly quickly, and that phrase resulted with a half eaten pizza crust being tossed at his face. Now it was his turn, and from the number of blank spaces- he knew it wasn’t 'egotistical asshole’ 'cause well- that would’ve been too easy.
    _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _

    “Why is it so long?” Chris asked and you shrugged, taking a bite of your slice of Hawaiian pizza. You slid pizza box over to him and he ran his index finger across the dashes, pondering with furrowed brows and pursed lips. “I’m going to start with the vowels, I guess. Give me an A,” he told you and slid the box back across.

    _ _ _   A _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _   _ _ _   _ _ _ _ _

    “Is there an E?”

    “Let’s see, shall we?”

    _ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ _ _ _   _ _ E   _ _ _ _ _

    “Three Es,” Chris pressed a finger to his lips, tapping the tip of his nose. “Okay, um- can I get an I?”

    “You most certainly can,” you nodded.

    _ _ _   A _ E   _ _ _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

    “That doesn’t help,” he laughed and you smirked. “Okay, give me an O and a U while I take a bite of this pizza.” You did as he asked while he did as he said. He chewed his bite slowly, watching you with a smile on his lips. Everything about you did something for him. Even as you laid on your stomach on the floor, makeup free, and in your grey 'Basic’ sweatshirt and your sheepdog print pajama pants- he thought you looked beautiful. He wished every night could be spent like this, with your company. Even though he’d rather a little less hangman and a lot more kissing, he couldn’t complain; he was with the girl he’d spend every minute with if he could.

    _ O U   A _ E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

    “What’s next?” You looked up at him and tried not to blush at the way he was looking at you. “What’s next, asshat?” He chuckled because he knew 'asshat’ came from one of your favorite shows 'Supernatural’. The two of you binge-watched it when Sebastian was out of town and he came to take care of you because you had a terrible stomach bug. “Well?” You asked as he studied the letters he already had.

    “Is the first word 'you’ and the second word 'are’?”

    Y O U   A R E   _ O _   _ _ E _ _ I _ _   _ _ E   _ I _ _ _

    “Well done,” you smiled, capping the pen before you took another bite. “Do you want some time to study the riddle?” You murmured with your mouth full, sliding the box over to him. He stopped it with his hand and picked it up; his head tilted adorably as he went over the possibilities in his head. You hoped he figured it out soon because you were starting to lose your inhibitions. Alcohol may not have been involved, but the way his fingers were playing with his lips…

    “You’re making me lose my mind.”

    “I’m sorry your riddle is so hard,” Chris countered and you realized you’d said that out loud instead of in your head. The heat rose to your cheeks and you dropped your gaze picking at the pineapple on your pizza. “Would you hate me if I give up?” He asked and you shook your head, getting off your belly and sitting cross-legged instead. “Can you tell me what it is?” He asked and you took the box back from him. He watched as you uncapped the pen and filled in the blanks, a soft chuckle escape his throat when he read what you wrote.

    Y O U   A R E   N O T   S P E N D I N G   T H E   N I G H T

    “Tell me something I don’t know,” he rolled his eyes, trying not to smile at the idea of spending the night one day. “Is that your not so subtle way of kicking me out?” He asked and shoved the final bite of his pizza into his mouth, waiting for an answer of some kind from you.

    You wanted to nod, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want him to go, you wanted him to stay the night. You’d spent the last seven years being just friends with a guy you had a major crush on. You spent the first three years of your friendship thinking that was all you’d ever have with him, that he wouldn’t be interested in someone eleven years younger than him. He thought the same, thinking he was way too old for you and that Sebastian would never approve even though he’d stated time and time again “you can date her after she turns twenty-three.” Chris always thought it was a joke, so he watched you date guys your age and he dated women his. It wasn’t until you were twenty-three that he admitted to having some feelings for you, which you kind of pushed aside as he was drunk and you weren’t ready to be a relationship with him. Then you turned twenty-four and he told you- sober- that he liked you. But before anything else could happen, you found out he was directing your first piece creating a bit of conflict.

    “What are you smiling at?” Chris caught your ankle in his hand and pulled you towards him. You giggled and swatted his hand away, but made no effort to move back to your original spot. “What?” He asked, getting onto his knees so he could inch closer. He knew he made a promise, but he was getting real tired of being friends with you; he wanted more. “What are you smiling at?” He whispered, his lips inches from yours.

    “Nothing.” Your hand gently caressed his face and he pushed his all of his weight onto his left hand as his right moved to rest on your waist. “I was just thinking about what I said in the car, and how I’m right and you’re wrong about our level of self-control.”

    “Oh, I knew this would happen,” he told you, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your side. “I just said all that to get myself here.” You chuckled softly with a shake of your head. “There was no way I was leaving before something happens. I want you way too much,” he admitted breathlessly.

    “What are you waiting for?” His lips barely brushed yours when his phone rang. “Don’t pick it up,” you urged him, but he had to; it could’ve been important. “My God, Chris,” you groaned as he sat back down, answering the call. “You’re an idiot,” was your response to him mouthing “I’m sorry.”


    “Get the hell out of my sister’s apartment,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Chris flinched, looking around the vicinity for a hidden camera. There had to be one, the timing was too perfect. You knew from Chris’ expression that it must have been Sebastian and you cursed out Mrs. Baker next door who was Sebastian’s little spy. “Don’t think I don’t know what’s happening in there, asshole. Mrs. Baker from across the hall called me when the two of you arrived home. It’s almost midnight, you’ve eaten your pizza. Now get out of her apartment and go home.”

    “C'mon, man. You know I’m-”

    “Go home, Chris,” Sebastian growled and Chris sighed, looking over at you. You sighed and nodded, agreeing with Sebastian even though you couldn’t hear what he was saying. This was a mistake, the two of you couldn’t do this- not now. “Go home, please.”

    “Yeah,” Chris grabbed his jacket off the couch as he got to his feet, giving you a small smile as he made his way to the front door. “I’m going.”

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    Part 4

    Drunk Texts

    Drunk Texts

    Word Count: 1294

    Character: Reader x Chris Evans, mention of Scarlet, Mackie and Sebastian

    Summary: You invite Chris to a party and he declines. You drunkenly text him and he comes to get you. SMUT follows.

    Warnings: Swearing (cuz it’s me), SMUT (female getting off - fingering), reader being called “baby girl” (not a daddy kink though)

    Author’s Note: This is based on a pic of Chris (see GIF, not my gif). It’s my first time writing anything smutty so I’m not sure how it is. I know it ends relatively abruptly, but I wasn’t sure to continue (and I haven’t).

    I’ve tagged people that I thought might be interested in reading this but it’s NSFW and I’m not sure if it’s your cup of tea. Don’t feel pressured to read it though! 

    Originally posted by forassgard

    Chris rolled his eyes when his phone alert went off. The other guys ignore it the first time, but after the fourth, Anthony finally commented, “Can you check your fuckin’ phone, papi? It’s distracting.”

    Another eye roll from Chris as he explained, “It’s probably Y/N. She’s at that party and she’s peeved I didn’t go.”

    “That’s fine and dandy,” Anthony replied, dealing out the cards for another hand of poker. “But either check the phone or put it on fuckin’ vibrate!”

    Chris pulled out his phone and started reading through his messages. He was half right, they were from you but you weren’t peeved at him. In fact, you were drunk.

    The first message read, Hey Christopher, you should’ve come tonight. We’re having a blast without you!

    The next one read, Pssht. It’s a good thing Scar and I made some new friends. Hope you’re having fun at poker.

    The next was a selfie of you and Nat with some strangers in the background and the last was a picture of you and some guy sucking face.

    “Son of a bitch!” Chris exclaimed, throwing down his cards. “Gotta go..fuck… I’ll explain later.”

    Sebastian chuckled, “No need. We saw the pictures. Go, man.”

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    Listen at the end of the day nothing Antis say abt rdj will ever hit hard for me ever bc we all know that there’s a good 97% chance that their own fave has met and been inspired/encouraged/complimented by him at some point and therefore loves him just as much as I do so like. Stay pressed u guys. Ur own fave would legit just shoot u a dirty look and call u an idiot if u tried to talk shit abt rdj 2 them. It’s official. Go home

    Imagine Chris and your daughter surprising you at work.

    A/N: I’m on a roll, two in one day. :D Sooooo muuuuuch fluuuufff. You need to just have a kid already, Chris, so you can be the cutest, bestest dad around. X

    Your four year old daughter held her dad’s large hand as they walked through the hallways of Paramount Studio looking for you. They were running errands when they drove past the studio and decided to surprise you with a drop-in, mainly because your daughter couldn’t wait till tonight to give you the rose she- well, Chris bought you.

    “Do you think Mama is going like this?” Harper looked up at her dad with your pretty Y/E/C eyes, holding up the single red rose; Chris nodded, smiling. “But wouldn’t she want more than one rose?”

    “It’s the thought that counts, bug.” Chris scooped her up into his arms and poked her sides, making her giggle. “And it doesn’t matter how many roses you get Mama, she’s going to love it anyway ‘cause she’s a sucker for roses.”

    You were right behind them when Chris said that, as one of your interns had informed you that your husband and daughter were wandering the hallways looking for you. You chuckled softly at the language your husband had chosen to use around your impressionable four year old. It wasn’t bad per se, but it wasn’t a word you wanted your four year old to be spouting.

    “She’s also a sucker for chocolates,” Harper said and Chris nodded; another chuckle escaped your throat and you shook your head in disapproval. “We should’ve got her some. I think she likes the golden ones, the ones with the wrappers that she makes into tiny roses.”

    “You mean Ferrero Rochers?” Chris quizzed and Harper nodded. “Well done, bug. That is one of your mom’s favorite chocolates and I picked up some at the supermarket. Look at you,” he chuckled, “you’ve got the memory of an elephant.” He made elephant noises, making her laugh and you smile; his choice of words weren’t always the best, but he was still an amazing husband and father.

    “Well well well, look who we have here.” You began and Chris turned around with Harper in his arms; both their eyes lit up upon seeing you. “What are you two trouble makers up to?” You asked as you walked over.

    “Mama!” Harper barreled towards you as soon as Chris put her down. You bent over, catching and lifting her into your arms when she jumped. “Mama, I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered into your ear, wrapping her small arms around your neck.

    “Hey you,” you smiled at Chris as he placed a hand on your arm, leaning forward to peck you on the lips. “What’s that?” You gasped excitedly when Chris pulled away and Harper leaned back to give you the rose she bought you. “Wow, thank you sweetheart. This just made my day,” you smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and she giggled.

    “We just thought we’d drop by and see you, give you a few hugs and kisses because you’ve got a long day ahead of you.” Chris told you and Harper nodded in agreement; you smiled. “How’s everything sailing?” He asked and you hugged Harper, holding her close so you could roll your eyes over her shoulder. “That bad, huh?” He chuckled softly.

    “You of all people should know how bad directing can get, especially with cocky actors who don’t show up on time. I mean- you worked with Chris Evans, right?” You teased him and he laughed, nodding. “Honestly-” you chuckled wearily then sighed, giving him a small smile, “there’s no one I’d rather work with.”

    “Aw, baby,” Chris pouted sympathetically, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. “You know there’s no one I’d rather work with too, but we’re parents now.” He reminded you, rubbing Harper’s back. “It’s time we learn to work with other people,” he said and you nodding, pouting. “Just do me a favor and don’t fall in-love with your next handsome lead,” he winked then smiled when you chuckled.

    “Only if you promise not to fall in-love with your next pretty director.”

    “The Russo brothers are my next directors,” Chris chuckled and you laughed, “I think I’ll be fine.”

    “Mrs. Evans?” One of your interns called and you turned around. Chris smiled because this was the first time he heard someone call you Mrs. Evans at work as you were always referred to by your maiden name; it was probably because he was there. “You’re needed on set.” As soon as Harper heard that, she tightened her hold on you.

    “Tell them I’ll be right there,” you nodded and the intern disappeared around the corner.

    “No, Mama,” Harper’s voice quivered slightly, making your heart ache as you hugged her as tightly as she was hugging you. “Please don’t go,” she mumbled into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want you to go.”

    You felt your eyes start to well with tears and you looked to Chris, pressing your lips together to suppress your urge to cry. “Don’t start,” he mouthed and shook his head, giving you the smile that would always make you smile; it worked. “C'mon, sweetheart.” Chris gently rubbed Harper’s back, trying to take her from you. “Let’s go home, we’ll see Mama later.”

    “No,” Harper shrugged off her dad’s touch, making him sigh. “I don’t want to go,” she huffed, clutching onto you. “I want to stay here with you, Mama.” You beckoned your head for Chris to follow you as you started to make your way to where you were needed while still carrying your stubborn four year old.

    “But what are you going to do here with me, baby?” You asked gently and she leaned back in your arms so she could meet your gaze. “I’m going to be busy directing and you don’t know anyone I’m working with. It’s not like Daddy’s set, you won’t have Uncle Seba or Auntie Scar or Uncle Rob to play with you.”

    “I can just sit quietly and watch you work,” Harper responded with a grin.

    “You could, but I promise you you’d have more fun with Daddy at home.” You told her and she wiggled her tiny mouth from side to side, pondering. “Like I said, it’s not like Daddy’s set. You’re going to be all by yourself, sitting quietly. That sounds so boring, don’t you think?”

    “Bug, c'mon. You promised you wouldn’t do this.” Chris reminded her and she sighed. He knew you were on a tight schedule and you needed to stay focus which was why he made Harper promise she wouldn’t do any of what she was currently doing before he took her here. “Your mom’s on a tight schedule, do you remember what that means?”

    “Yeah,” Harper nodded, pouting.

    “So let’s go home so she can finish work quickly and come home in time for dinner,” Chris told her and she looked between the both of you, still pondering who she wanted to go with and what she’d get to do. “Do you remember what we’re having for dinner? Pi…” He trailed off.

    “Zza!” She finished, holding out her arms for her dad to take her. “Okay, let’s go home.” Chris smiled at you, a little too smug for your liking. He’d always been good with kids, you knew that before you married him; it was actually one of the reasons you married him. “Bye Mama,” she leaned over and pecked you on the cheek.

    “Bye, sweetheart.” You booped her nose and she giggled. “I’ll see you two at home,” you said and pecked Chris on the lips. “Hopefully in time for dinner,” you pursed your lips, knowing there was a small chance you weren’t going to be.

    “Just tell your cast and crew Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their asses if they don’t cut their shit out.” Chris told you, smiling; you chuckled because both of you had completely forgotten that you were in your four year old daughter’s presence until…

    “Yeah,” Harper nodded with furrowed brows, “tell them Captain America will come in here armed and ready to whoop their-” Chris covered her mouth, both of you laughing, before she could finish.

    declaration of love - chris schistad

    Originally posted by tropicanas

    requested: Hi can i write an imagine about Chris Schistad where he and the reader are friends (but she is younger than him and he is protective of her) and when he sees other guys flirt with her he get jealous and drag her outside and declare his love for her and they kiss? Thanks so much 

    word count: 1591

    warnings: cursing probably. underage drinking. also, unedited

    note: this is my first skam imagine so bear with me, please. and ofc I made her friends with the girl squad

    Onsdag // 16:45

    The girls were supposed to be coming to my house in a few minutes, but Chris hadn’t left yet. He was still seated on my couch as he munched on my food and watched my TV. You were scrambling around the house, trying to make it look at least slightly presentable before their arrival. “Chris, go home,” You whined at the older boy while throwing his shoes at him.

    He placed the chips on the coffee table before stalking over to you. You turned so you were facing him, but you kept walking backwards in order to keep distance between the two of you. That plan ended up failing once your back was pressed against the cold wall and his face was centimeters away from yours. Your heartbeat rapidly grew at the closeness and your breath caught in your throat. “What if I don’t want to leave yet,” He quietly questioned, his hands on either side of your body. 

    Situations like this weren’t uncommon when you were with Chris. In fact, it was something he did quite often. He would put you in an intimate position because he knew you would get flustered and he would get his way. Most of the time. This time was not one of those times. “Well, you have to. The girls are coming over and they don’t really like you. Well, Noora and Sana don’t,” You told him as you focused on steadying your breathing. You needed to remain level headed in order for him to leave.

    He opened his mouth to respond, but your front door flew open and the girls waltzed in. Both of your heads turned to face the five girls, but neither of you moved from the position. Vilde was the first to notice your current situation with the biggest fuckboy in the school. Her smile grew larger as she nudged the other girls and tilted her head towards you. The other four turned in your direction and smirked once they saw you.

    Chris turned back to you and brought his lips to your ear. They brushed against it slightly, sending shivers throughout your entire body. “I’ll see you later, darling,” He whispered before pushing himself away from you. He went back to the couch to grab his things so he could leave. “Ladies,” He acknowledged them with a small smile. He grabbed the handle, but stopped and turned to face you again. “Party at William’s this Friday at 9. I hope I see you all there.” With that being said, he finally left.

    Once the door was securely shut, the girls started shouting questions at you. You weren’t able to make out anything due to them all shouting at once, but you figured they would be asking about what just happened. “Guys! Chill! Nothing was going on.” That was the truth. At least, it was the truth for Chris. For you, that moment was more than just platonic. It meant a whole lot more than that.

    “Nothing? You guys were so close to making out with each other,” Sana pointed out with the biggest smirk out of all of them. She had wanted you to hook up with Chris even before she knew you were friends with him in order to party with them.

    “Yeah, I agree. Now stop lying and just tell us you guys are dating,” Eva joyously said. They were all still wearing their shoes and jackets since they were so invested in what they just walked in on.

    You sighed deeply before walking over to the couch and falling backwards onto it. You could hear the girls begin to remove their things. “We aren’t dating. I promise.” The words came out a lot more distressed than you expected and the girls noticed it too. They exchanged knowing looks with each other as they made their way to you. ”That’ll never happen.”

    Fredag // 20:14

    You had decided to host the pregame so the girls could help you with your outfit. You were still in your bra and panties while they drank whatever they brought. You grabbed a green dress you hadn’t ever worn and turned to the girls. They all looked at it and pulled a disgusted look. “Okay, no,” You grumbled, throwing it onto the floor. You sifted through your closet once again, stopping once you found the perfect dress. It was long sleeved, off the shoulder black dress.

    “Yes! Absolutely,” Noora clapped excitedly almost as soon as you turned around. The others nodded in agreement. “Here, let me take the straps off of your bra so they won’t show.” You let her do that so you could wedge yourself into the dress. The dress stopped about mid-thigh, which was good since you didn’t want to give the guys there any ideas. You knew that your clothes didn’t define what you wanted, but the guys didn’t have the same mindset.

    You grabbed a pair of boots out of your closet that stopped above your knees. “Help me put these on, please?” You lightly laughed, holding the items up in the air. The girls all widened their eyes slightly but helped you put them on none the less. “Okay, let me do my make up and then we can leave.” By the time you had finished, it was two minutes before nine. William didn’t live far from you, so you all walked.

    It was a little chilly and you wished you had brought a jacket like the others, but you were too caught up in looking hot than not freezing to death. You all walked in a horizontal line and you could practically hear some badass song playing in the background. The song in your head was quickly drowned out by the loud music coming from William’s apartment.

    Once you all made it up there, you could barely hear anything the others were saying. You gripped Eva’s hand as soon as you were inside the apartment. She looked back at you with a smile and led you to the drinks. She grabbed one for each of you before taking you out the middle of where everyone was dancing. You let go of her hand and grabbed your drink and then began dancing to the song that was on. You were dancing inappropriately with Eva for a while, but two guys approached the two of you and took you from each other.

    You could feel someone’s harsh stare on you and you searched for the assailant and finally landed on Chris. He was giving the guy you were dancing with a look that would have sent anyone who saw it running, other than you of course. His eyes met yours and a look of hurt flashed in his. You quickly looked away and back to the guy you were dancing with. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and your bodies were pressed together, but all you could think of was Chris. Your mind kept wandering back to him every time.

    The guy, whose name you still didn’t know, dipped his head down so his lips met your neck. That was the final straw for Chris, and you as well. You removed your hands from his neck and lightly shoved him off of you. “Come on sweetheart. Don’t be like that,” The guy spoke as he stepped towards you.

    Chris suddenly appeared between the two of you and you could tell he was angry. He always did that when he could tell someone was pushing it too far, but this was different for him. You didn’t know that though. You were too wrapped up in your on thoughts to hear the pair of them arguing, but you snapped out of it once Chris was shoved backwards into you. He moved to hit the guy, but you stopped him by grabbing his hand.

    He didn’t look back at you as he dragged you out of the apartment and onto the roof. “Chris what are you doing,” You asked, pulling your hand away from his. He began to pace in front of you and rubbing his hands all over his face. You stared at him for a few moments until you grew tired of standing in silence. “Chris!”

    He stopped pacing and, instead, backed you up against the wall next to the door. It was the same position you were both in earlier this week, except different. Chris was breathing heavily as he stared into your bright eyes. “You want to know something? I hate seeing you give other guys the attention I want you to give me. I hate seeing you flirt with other guys when I’m right there. I hate seeing you with anyone that isn’t me because I am so in love with you,” He confessed, letting out a breath right after. “I’m sorry if this ruins our friendship and I hope to God it doesn’t, but I need you to know how I feel.”

    You were never good with words, so you had no clue what to say to his declaration of love. “Kiss me,” You finally spoke. He wasted no time and placing his lips on yours. Unlike any kiss you’ve ever experienced, this one was full of passion. You tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him closer at the same time. His hands stayed placed on the wall as he used his body to push you against the wall. You, reluctantly, pulled away from him so you could catch your breath. “I love you too, you know. I have for a long time.”

    please give me some feedback on this. I haven’t written in so long and I’m a bit rusty. 

    @stopandimaginelove As another year goes by here’s a ficlet on your special day. Thank you for your incredible ideas, support and absolute readiness to discuss fic ideas with me. Based on an AU idea that just seemed too cute to pass up. Happy Birthday Lynne! 

    “Mr. Criss?” a small voice called from the doorway.

    Both Chris and Darren turned around and saw a young girl who tucked a strand of hair behind her ear nervously, waiting for further instruction.

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    Barbie (chapter 4)

    Chris Pine X Reader.

    Summary:   The things you want are not always easy to get. Obstacles arise, Silly fights. Old flames and unfortunately even your own thoughts at times.  Even with all the happiness it still leaves the question: ‘How can two people who are perfect for each other be so fucked when it comes to being together?’

    Warnings: Cursing. Implied sex. 

    Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.   Chapter Five Chapter six. 

    When you walk into Chris’ house, the realization hits you that this is the first time you’ve been here. That this new territory you found yourself exploring was because you’d gotten in a fight, gotten Chris hurt and now were left dealing with the gigantic mess you’d found yourself in. 

    Chris offers for you to take the bed and opts for the couch, he remains quiet as you walk to the bedroom and close the door, silently behind you. It’s the most awkward moment in either of yours lives, sharing an apartment with the other and not saying a single thing to one another or acknowledging the other exists. 

    In the bedroom, you remove your t-shirt and jeans. You pull a tank top out of your bag, putting it on and taking a moment to look around Chris’ room. It’s a typical bedroom, much to your dismay. A few photographs resting on the dresser, an array of watches; rings and even a few hats. His room is full of the colors blue and white. It’s normal. Nothing to brag about. 

    You continue exploring, rummaging through his nightstand drawers. A few phone charges, another watch; a few books and a box of condoms. You scoff, annoyed and slam the drawer shut. The small wooden nightstand rocks, hitting the wall. You cringe, starring at the door, hoping Chris didn’t hear. 

    Annoyed, you lay down on his bed. The scent of his cologne, permanently stained into the blankets and pillows that surround you. You lay in silence for a little, starring up at ceiling before you reach over to his nightstand and grab your phone. 

    Pulling up a game and loosing yourself in the fun. 

    Your phone chimes, a few hours later that you’re battery is running low. You glance at the small clock icon reading it, 12:00a.m. You groan, you’ve been playing on your phone for a little over two hours now instead of sleeping. You plug your phone in using one of Chris’ discarded phone cords and stand up, walking out of the room. 

    You get two feet away from the door when you come face to face with Chris, he’s just in a pair of jeans and his eyes have dark circles under them as his eyes meet yours. His hair is sticking up in multiple directions. 

    The muscles in his jaw clench as he looks down your body and he’s quick to look away, shocked. It’s not the first time he’d seen you in little clothing and but ou feel exposed. Like a deer in headlights as he stares intently at the floor. You don’t move, you stand still; your legs getting attacked in goose bumps. 

    Chris speaks, finally. “Did–Did you need something?” he breathes out deeply after he’s finished, still trying to keep his eyes away from you. 

    You stare at him with your jaw wide open. “I–I was going to get a glass of water.” You say, quietly. 

    “Oh…” He says. 

    “Did you?” You ask, unsure why you even asked the question. This was his house why would he need to tell you what he was doing. 

    “I can’t sleep.” he confess as he finally looks back at you. His blue eyes starring deeply into yours. “I was going to get something to eat.” 

    You nod your head in response. Chris is the first to move into the kitchen where he opens the fridge, retrieving a box of Chinese food that he sits on the counter. You join him in the kitchen, watching him grab a few more boxes and place them on the counter as well. 

    “Chinese?” He asks, smiling

    “Yeah, that’s fine.” 

    You lean on the counter as Chris pulls out two forks, handing one to you. With the silence, you both begin to eat. “How’s your head?” You finally ask, glancing at the small bruises near his hairline. 

    “It’s alright.” he says, shrugging his shoulders. 

    “Are you sure?” You ask, stepping closer to him. You stand on the tips of your toes and gently move his hair to get a better view of the bruise. “Did you ice it?” You ask

    “For a little. It was worse earlier.” he says, smiling at you. 

    You stare into his blue eyes, worried. “You should really ice it again, Chris.” 

    “Yeah…” he whispers. 

    “Yeah…” You repeat. 

    Your mind panics at the sudden intimacy of the moment. “This is a bad moment, get out of here. Go back to the room.” Your inner thoughts shout at you. You’re standing just inches from Chris, your hand resting near his on the counter and now you’re starring at him, caught in the ocean that is his eyes. 

    Your brain is like a military instructor, demanding that you retreat but with each threat that your brain repeats, you remain still. Starring at him. “You’re mad at him for god sakes, Y/N get a hold of yourself.”

    Y/N.” he says, quietly. 

    “He’s just trying to get you in bed, one last toss in bed before you never speak to him again.” You’re brain continues as Chris moves closer, his eyes starring with a hunger at your lips. It’s unsettling, the way he stares at with lust. Chris takes one last deep breathe before he kisses you, gently. The kiss is soft gaining force as you react. 

    You’d moaned into his mouth after just seconds of Chris kissing you which egged him on further, he puts his hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him. In a moment, you’re victim to one another. Victim to sexual desire. He kisses you with expertise, unlike the ones you’ve shared previously. He holds you like he can’t get enough of you, like he could loose you in seconds. He trails kisses over your neck and finally your hand comes to rest on his chest, applying pressure and pushing him away. 

    You breathe deeply as you stare at him, shocked. Your chest rising and falling as his hand on your lower back pushes you closer. He bites his lower lip and speaks, in almost a whisper. “If you want this to stop… you need to say something now.” 

    You shake your head unable to speak but you don’t want too anyway, all you want is his lips back on yours again. Gladly, he answers. Capturing your lips as he forces you to walk backwards towards the bedroom. 

    The bedroom–Chris’ bedroom smells of sex, sweat and betrayal, there’s a trail of clothes from the hallway to the bedroom; the comforter hanging onto the bed for dear life. You lie silently next to Chris, breathing deeply.. 

    You pull the thin sheet over your chest and begin to make your escape. “It’s time to go.” You yell mentally at yourself as you move, slowly Inching your way further and further off the bed. You hope–plead Chris has fallen asleep, that he won’t feel you move away from him, that maybe one thing will go in your favor this time. 

    “Where are you going?” Chris asks when you finally stand up, pulling the blanket tightly around your body. 


    “What?” he asks, sitting up. You search the room for your clothes, trying your best to hide your naked body from him. “What do you mean?” he adds as he moves around the bed, doing what you can only assume is also looking for clothes. 

    “I’m going home.” 

    “What….Why?” Chris asks as you feel his hand touching your shoulder, he holds out your underwear in his other hand. 

    “Because…” You say, angrily puling the cotton material away from him. You grab your tank top off of the nightstand and retreat into the bathroom. Inside, it takes everything you have to not cry, to not fall apart. This is last thing you need to do, especially here in his house. He’d spent the last day apologizing, asking for forgiveness when once again, he screwed up. 

    “Hey! Don’t go home.” You scoff, annoyed at his plead. He doesn’t even realize it, doesn’t realize his mistake or simply, he doesn’t care. “Hello?”

    You put on what little clothes you have and storm out of the room, nearly slamming the door into Chris on your way out. Grabbing your gym bag from the corner of the room, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the small mirror he has in the room, your neck is covered in hickeys, the marks he’s left you or to be more correct the marks he’s left her. Chris still confused follows you out of the bedroom, in his briefs. 

    “Y/N?” He says when you stop to rummage through the bags, looking for your phone

    “So, you do know my name and here I was thinking that you forgot it.” You shout at a him. 

    “What?” He asks, his mouth parting and his eyes squinting. 

    “How can such a beautiful man be so stupid?” You ask, starring at him in disbelief. 

    He holds out his hand, “What the hell is going on? Will you talk to me?”  

    You close your eyes and breathe out deeply. “What’s my name?” 

    Chris looks at you confused. “Wha–” 

    “What’s my name?” You interrupt him, annoyed. 


    “You’re positive?” 


    “Okay, so that is correct, my name is Y/N… so tell me why ten minutes ago did you call me Beatrice!” You shout, throwing a shirt you grabbed from out of your bag at him. 

    The shirt hits him in the middle of his chest as his eyes grow wide, he stares at you shocked. “Nothing to say now? No ‘I’m sorry’s,’ no ‘Give me another chance,’ huh? Nothing?” You pick up your bag and give Chris one last look. “Yeah… I didn’t think so.” 

     Chris takes a step closer to you. “That’s not fair, hold on.” 

    “What’s not fair? Please, do tell how I am not being fair to you.” 

    “You kept bringing her up every second of us talking, of course she would be on my mind.” He argues. 

    Your expression goes blank. “So, it’s my fault that you called me another name while you were fucking me?” 

    “No… That’s not what I meant.” 

    “Then what?” 

    “She was on my mind.” 

    “Not better.” You mutter, annoyed. “Okay, so she was on your mind. Was she also on your mind when you we were out that night?” The question inflicts pain on yourself as well, you regret even asking it but there no time to take it back now. Chris is standing in front of you, shirtless, glistening with sweat and a look of confusion on his face. 

    He doesn’t answer. 

    “How about this. Did you take me simply because you knew she would be there?” 

    Chris stares at you emotionless, his expression doesn’t change when he looks away either. He stares at the floor, his breathing shallows as his mouth starts to open and words start to come out of his mouth, your heart begins to slow. 

    When we were young

    -A/N: I had a long time that I didn’t write something and FINISH IT. Sorry for the late requests I hadn’t post. But I feel like I needed to get rid of the dust and write something. That might be the reason for the awful name of this. I hope you don’t think the one-shot is also awful. Requests are open. Also the tag squad (send PM) 

    Request:  Hi again! I saw that you’re accepting requests Could you do one where Chris is taking home to meet his family for the first time, then once you get there Mr. or Mrs. Evans doesn’t seem to like you that much. You and Chris don’t understand why until later on that night when you find out that they dated one of your parents back when they were young and were still holding a grudge about that past? I hope that’s okay.

    Warnings: None, past relationship, mother in law? hahaha


    (Based on When we were young, by Adele)

    Chris reached my thigh while he was driving. I sighed.

    “Both hands in the wheel. Do you want your mom to hate me even more because I caused an accident while you were driving?” I sighed. I was talking very serious.

    “I’ve told you she doesn’t hate you. She just… is figuring a way to love you” I smiled.

    “I’m sorry. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position. But I just feel like she’s given up on me.” I felt a nod in my throat. I was about to cry. I promise, this wasn’t sabotage or anything like that. Since the moment I met my mother in law, she had built a wall between us, which I try to climb.

    “I know you don’t. I just don’t get why you can’t get along. I know you both, I sincerely thought it’d be different”

    “So did I” I sighed again. This was my favorite weather. But also, the one that made me blue. The rain started to hit the windows. “I’m willing to try, Chris. Help me, enlighten me, please… I don’t want to push her, I just want you to accept me.”

    “You’re so sweet” he laughed. I don’t know if he was being sarcastic or he was serious.

    “No, listen. I feel so pathetic. This is like I’m 15 years old and I’m pointing at her for not liking me. Am I too immature for telling you?”

    “Well…” he began, then he laughed “you’re just sweet, as long as you don’t get obsessed with that”


    “Wow, why can’t you get along if you’ve got the same voice when you say my name?”


    We arrived to his parents’ house. I had baked her favorite dessert. Chris’s advice. He had taught me a little bit about how to treat her. Everything was checked in my mind, I had planned how everything was going to be through the evening.

    “Hey, mom” I smiled.

    “Hello, love” I gave them their space, he hugged her and then kissed the top of her head.

    “Y/N brought your favorite dessert” Chris grabbed my waist and introduced me into the talk.

    “Oh, I see… hello, y/n. I’ll put this on the kitchen. Do you want coco?”

    “I’d love some” I murmured. She didn’t even say thank you.


    “Mom, is my yearbook here?” Chris asked. Lisa nodded while she left her cup of coco on the table.

    “Let me hand it to you” she stood and Chris denied with his head.

    “Why don’t you talk with your adorable daughter in law while I look for it?”

    “Delightful” she murmured. She stood up anyway.

    “Do you like me?” I closed my eyes… shit, that wasn’t my question. She looked at me “I mean, did you like the pie? I meant the pie… not me” I tried to fix it. She sighed.

    “It was good. Almost perfect, like you” the thing about the Evans was that it was really hard to detect their sarcasm.

    “Excuse me?”

    “Look, you’re my son’s fiancée and… I tolerate you.” She smiled at me, but there wasn’t anything hypocrite on that smile. She was telling the truth.

    “Why? Why don’t you let me in, Lisa?” she shrugged.

    “You wouldn’t understand, dear. I think Chris might need help, excuse me”


    It wasn’t like I planned. Obviously. Maybe I should ignore the fact that our relationship was going to be passive-aggressive forever. But I wanted to know why. I felt Chris’s arms around my waist. He held me closer. He covered my body with his.

    “Thank you for trying, baby” he kissed my shoulder.

    “I think I need to quit too, for the best” he kissed my neck and then my cheek. His hands were covering my abdomen when I smiled.

    “Maybe… but when you said that she had given up on you, I was glad you hadn’t given up on her, if you feel like it’s time to give it a break, I support you.” I rolled in the bed to be on top of him. I felt his breath against my lips. My arms were next to each side of his head. I kissed him.

    “Everybody deserves a second chance… or thirty” I smiled against his lips.

    “What are you up to?”

    “Well… no offense, but everything had happened when you were around, so maybe if I… ask her out, just the two of us, I could try again, after that, I’ll give up.”

    “I love your diabolical mind” I felt his hands traveling through my bare back “And I’m about to love you even more…” he moved to be on top of me. I laughed when I felt his amused lips against my neck.


    “Hey, Lisa!” I waved. She stopped and I felt a little kick in my stomach and in my ego.

    “Hello, dear. Where’s Chris?” she immediately asked. I shrugged.

    “He couldn’t make it. So… it’s just us” I smiled “Shall we?” We began our way to the Red Sox Stadium.


    We had been quiet, until the second inning, where I asked her if she wanted a hot dog. She nodded.

    “How do you like it?” I inquired. She didn’t pay attention. “Lisa, how would you like me?” I meant it this time.

    “Ketchup only” I handed her the hot dog and paid for it.

    “I asked you something” she bit her hot dog and looked at me.

    “You have his eyes” she smoothly spoke.

    “Excuse me?” she smiled and reached my face. It took me by surprise.

    “Your eyes… are like your dad’s.”

    “I don’t understand, Lisa”

    “You might need to buy me a beer if you want me to say it” she smiled. Kindly.

    “But I can’t join you, alright?”


    And in the fifth inning, she began talking. “We need to go home” I nodded.



    Chris had told me not to push her that she usually thinks a lot the words she wants to free from her mouth. I looked at her while she poured two glasses of wine. She handed mine, and when she sat, she smiled again. She was really pretty when she did that.

    “Well, you remind me of your dad, y/n. You’ve got those big, curious… expressive eyes. Has anyone told you that?” I nodded.

    “So… you know my dad?” she stood up and grabbed a book, in-between pages, she reached a picture and gave it to me.

    “I do. I met him long time ago. We were in the same grade, shared classes and friends. I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I promised to myself I wouldn’t do it, but… your dad was such a special man, he was funny and interesting, he was spontaneous, outrageous, he was very smart and a total leader, that’s why I couldn’t avoid falling in love with him. You remind me a lot of him. You’ve got those same features. You’re the girl I’ve chosen myself for Chris. But…” she stop talking. I was speechless. Holy shit.

    “I guess it was just like a movie… when we were young.” She was in silence as she sadly smiled “We made mistakes that tore us apart and he hurt me as much as I hurt him. When we split up, I remember being by myself, wishing him for the best. Then you came to my life, proving that you had been the best. I felt really bad, but I wasn’t honest when I wished him that. And seeing you, everybody loving you… the way you talked and some of your moves are very y/d/n. I guess I had punished myself…. And you as well for something that happened long, long time ago”


    “I’m so sorry” she grabbed my hand with tears in her eyes. I was already in tears. “It wasn’t your fault. I see you’re a good girl that loves my Chris very, very much” I cleaned my tears. And stood up. I went to the car and took the small package I had carried for days. I made my way back her house and saw her cleaning her tears.

    “I don’t have anything to forgive you for. This is for you” she started to open the gift and discover the inside.

    “Oh, my God” her shaking hands held the romper.

    “I just wanted that your grandchild arrived to a place where he or she knows that grandma and mommy are family” she hugged me and looked at my cup of wine.

    “I was hoping you weren’t one of those girls that doesn’t like to drink around older people. But this…”

    “I know… Chris is going to kill me for telling you”

    “He’s not going to do anything to my daughter in law or my grandbaby” she hugged me and caressed my hair. I sighed.

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