Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! &
Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?
A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x
people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner
“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing.
What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?
“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.
Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.
“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.
“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.
“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YES!”
“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YESSSSSSSS!”
You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform.
“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,
“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.
“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-”
Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”
Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?”
Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”
You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”
“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.
“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.
“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.”
Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.
You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.
Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans.
Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory.
You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally.
After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.
“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera
“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”
You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”
“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.
“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”
“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.
“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”
Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.
Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.
Something to look forward too, in the next few years.
At least that was Chris’s hope.
I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it!
After being set upon by Imperial agents and left in the woods to die, Luke Skywalker, the secret son of late and unlamented Lord Vader, is rescued by Captain Karrde, a notorious smuggler, and the mysterious Miss Mara Jade. He soon discovers that Miss Jade was once the ward of the former Emperor, and that she desires nothing more than to see him dead. Meanwhile, Admiral Thrawn’s fleet gathers off the coast and no one knows which way the tide of war will turn…
If the fact that Jon Snow, the Brotherhood, the Hound AND Gendry were all in the same place, at the same time, and no one mentioned Arya, isn’t an indication that D&D have decided to completely ignore the previous 6 years worth of story lines, then I don’t what else is.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a fairy’s child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI — Han wakes up after a night of strange dreams, only to realize that he does not love his wife.
It’s not gradual. It’s not a slow cooling of affection or desire. He went to bed loving Leia Organa, and woke up with a carved-out space under his ribcage where his love for her used to sit. He wanders through their rooms on Chandrila dazedly, until he finds her and Luke sitting beside one another on the balcony, meditating. (Her brow is furrowed and her mouth is bowed attractively, and he feels nothing, except a sort of vague sense of familiarity. His memory is fine, he remembers all of it, every kiss and every stupid taunt, every moment spent with her, they’re just hollowed out of emotion, like someone else’s holorecords.)
What did you do? he says hoarsely, trying not to panic when she and Luke exchange confused glances, ignoring their protests that they were just practicing emptying themselves of emotion. Give it back. Give it—
(If Han lives to be as old as a yarkora, he will never forget the noise Leia makes when Luke says, it was the Force, Leia. You were unconsciously using the Force and manifesting your feelings in him, like a—trick. It wasn’t….it wasn’t real. He will live with her horrified half-sob, for the rest of his life.)
Reeling from the realization that he has spent the last few years of his life not in love with his wife and the mother of his son, Han takes off for the other side of the galaxy. He doesn’t ask for a divorce but he gets a comm from the New Republic Registry all the same, informing him that the paperwork has been processed, and he is Han Solo again. (He tries not to think of Leia holding herself very stiffly on the other side of the room, saying through bloodless lips, You have to know I never would have—not consciously, I’m so sorry, Han. What I–what I’ve done is so horrific. Whatever you need. Whatever you want. Anything.)
He figures that’s the end of it, all of it.
At least until he wakes up the morning after a bad bender, and finds the comm light on the Falcon flashing. Apparently, he left Leia a very drunk and rambling comm about how much this sucks stardust because his life doesn’t make sense without—her, and her brother, and her son, her soldiers, her Republic, her war, and you see his problem here?
Today on March 12th 2015, Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth for the Vita
and PlayStation TV went on shelves in Japan, marking the end of a
handheld hiatus the franchise has maintained since June 2013. This is
the first Digimon game released on the Vita, and the first time the Story series has been put on a Sony system; preceding game Digimon Story: Super Xros Wars Red & Blue came out on the Nintendo DS in March 2011.
has not forgotten its roots though, as the game features 12 DLC
missions involving the return of Sayo, the female protagonist of Digimon Story Moonlight (localized overseas as Digimon World Dusk.) The DLC missions involve helping Sayo battle the Seven Great Demon Lords, who served as postgame superbosses in the original Digimon Story.
main plot involves the protagonist (Aiba Takumi if male, Aiba Ami if
female) having their body stolen while inside the cyberspace EDEN,
becoming a half-data entity capable of jumping between the real and
cyber worlds at will. Alongside “ordinary” detective Kuremi Kyouko, they
investigate the rise of the digital amoeba Eater, trying to recover
their lost body while solving a slew of other cases brought to the
Kuremi Detective Agency. The Eater is a rapidly reproducing digital
entity that feeds off of humans and Digimon alike, while evolving into
new shapes like its Eater Adam and Eater Eve forms But while this
investigation is going on, a faction of the Royal Knights organization
led by their legendary strategist Duftmon breaks into the real world,
launching a first-strike as part of a war of annihilation against all
mankind to protect the Digimon. Duftmon’s “Paradise Lost” project is
opposed by fellow Royal Knight member Omegamon, and his tamer Nokia. And
at a critical moment in this seemingly straightforward conflict, the
Royal Knights’ ace-in-the-hole Examon suddenly runs wild…
In addition to its main game, Cyber Sleuth
features a competitive online play mode in which all tamer’ Digimon are
set to level 50 and the types of Digimon they can use are restricted by
memory limits placed on their teams. Players can do either local or
ranking battles, fighting out a 3-on-3 match where turn manipulation,
party recovery and strategic use of passive skills are all necessary to
I firmly believe that there was a tiny fn-2187 who went on survival training with the rest of his unit and spent way too much time wandering around in the woods and being happy about birds
(do you think he gives them all names? private, secret names, for the bird families he hears singing in the trees and also the squirrels and also whatever weird alien fauna lives in the forest. finn loves them all, they are his special friends.)
do you think there was a couple of grizzled lady freighter captains who crash-landed on the planet with their daughter and sort of………adopted this weird militaristic, regimented child who wandered out of the woods and occasionally leaves for days at a time only to slink back and eat all their food and listen to their stories and songs like he’s starving for them
one of them hugs him once, instinctively, and fn-2187 spends the whole cycle shaking, trying to forget the warmth and comfort and softness of that woman’s arms, trying to remind himself that the first order—
do you think he cries a little, when they manage to fix their thermo coupling, and the captain lays her heavy hand on his tiny shoulder and says, If you ever need us, okay? just call. we’ll come and get you, steal you away, just let us know, okay?
the first order comes for their unit seven days later, and finn tries very hard to forget, buries it in training and regimen and forgets, forgets, tries to forget.